It had previously been stated that Rufus disliked the off season of Quidditch, but by mid March he could put forth rather firmly that he held a great disdain for the down time. Fewer practices, fewer games, it was truly maddening to have so much free time on his hands. It was for that very reason that when he had seen the fair advertised Rufus had considered going. During the season he would have had to try and fit it in, balancing it among the other social and work engagements that his life from May to January typically held.
Strolling through the vendors and taking in the scene Rufus had kept his eyes peeled for a young lady of his acquaintance. A pen pal of sorts and one he rather enjoyed the company of. He had seen her briefly but she had had to be on her way and her chaperon really had been giving him the strangest looks so Rufus had strolled among the crowds looking for others he knew. Teammates, his family, sites that he should write to Sloane.
He still wasn’t quite sure how he had ended up in front of what appeared to be a talk about celtic wedding ceremonies as he had little interest in that at the moment, no matter how much his mother had begun to push him to look for a bride. It simply wasn’t reasonable to think he’d find one this early in his career. Regardless of the reason it was quite rude to leave in the middle of a demonstration and the woman and singled him out. Asking for volunteers for some ritual or what not, hardly waiting a moment’s pause before gesturing that Rufus come forward. What was the harm in such an innocent thing, Rufus thought with a mental shrug before stepping forward.
As it had something to do with a wedding of course another volunteer would be needed and a young lady’s voice offered to try it. Rufus looked over his shoulder and almost chuckled. Miss Ophelia Dippet, or rather soon to be Mrs. Devine, if he were to listen to the Quidditch social circle’s gossip. Last time he had seen Miss Dippet she was positively giddy from champagne, this time she simply seemed determined. As she approached the woman took his hand and held out her old withered one for Miss Dippet to approach. Rufus dipped his hat in greeting as Ophelia stepped up to the old woman as well. “Good afternoon Miss Dippet.” Was all he could politely manage before the woman had gone back to her demonstration.
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Strolling through the vendors and taking in the scene Rufus had kept his eyes peeled for a young lady of his acquaintance. A pen pal of sorts and one he rather enjoyed the company of. He had seen her briefly but she had had to be on her way and her chaperon really had been giving him the strangest looks so Rufus had strolled among the crowds looking for others he knew. Teammates, his family, sites that he should write to Sloane.
He still wasn’t quite sure how he had ended up in front of what appeared to be a talk about celtic wedding ceremonies as he had little interest in that at the moment, no matter how much his mother had begun to push him to look for a bride. It simply wasn’t reasonable to think he’d find one this early in his career. Regardless of the reason it was quite rude to leave in the middle of a demonstration and the woman and singled him out. Asking for volunteers for some ritual or what not, hardly waiting a moment’s pause before gesturing that Rufus come forward. What was the harm in such an innocent thing, Rufus thought with a mental shrug before stepping forward.
As it had something to do with a wedding of course another volunteer would be needed and a young lady’s voice offered to try it. Rufus looked over his shoulder and almost chuckled. Miss Ophelia Dippet, or rather soon to be Mrs. Devine, if he were to listen to the Quidditch social circle’s gossip. Last time he had seen Miss Dippet she was positively giddy from champagne, this time she simply seemed determined. As she approached the woman took his hand and held out her old withered one for Miss Dippet to approach. Rufus dipped his hat in greeting as Ophelia stepped up to the old woman as well. “Good afternoon Miss Dippet.” Was all he could politely manage before the woman had gone back to her demonstration.
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