The winter wonderland that the Destiny Hotel had turned their ballroom into was simply beautiful. Caroline loved it. She had always enjoyed winter, the snow and crisp air, and even ice skating. Trees ringed the pond of ice and ice deer bowed their heads as couples skated past. Some were much more successful at dancing on ice than overs. Caroline had had several partners who hadn’t sent her tumbling and her own graceful glides had safely gotten her through the dances.
Shawn of course had objected to attending the event, but after a bit of careful persuasion he had relented to accompany Caroline. Now he stood at the side of the room, Caroline rather having left him to fend for himself, as she skated to the edge of the pond for a warm drink.
Looking out at the crowd she was confident in the figure she cut among them. Her golden gown set off her beautiful dark locks (artfully crafted and charmed to perfection by Hope) while the dark green velvet cape brought out her eyes. Her gown shimmered with a charm of its own, catching light and almost seeming as if made of starlight. There was something to be said of a beautiful gown and a lovely evening to really make the holiday spirits bright, Caroline decided.
Taking a sip of mulled wine Caroline’s eyes widened at the sight of the quidditch player from a few months ago. Mr. Kirke. His eyes met her’s, widening as well, before hurtled into a pinetree. Caroline couldn’t help but wince at the collision. She’s expected more grace from a quidditch player. Their last meeting hadn’t been exactly pleasant but he was a bit too close for Caroline to ignore and hopefully Shawn would see if she were in distress.
Setting her glass down on the table beside her Caroline carefully skated over to the man tangled into the branches of the tree. “Are you quite alright Mr. Kirke?” Caroline asked, not even bothering to attempt to be charming. For all she knew the man was completely looney and needed absolutely no encouragement from her. Really she should just let him alone and be on her way, but she suspected after the last time he’d only follow her now that he’d seen her.
Shawn of course had objected to attending the event, but after a bit of careful persuasion he had relented to accompany Caroline. Now he stood at the side of the room, Caroline rather having left him to fend for himself, as she skated to the edge of the pond for a warm drink.
Looking out at the crowd she was confident in the figure she cut among them. Her golden gown set off her beautiful dark locks (artfully crafted and charmed to perfection by Hope) while the dark green velvet cape brought out her eyes. Her gown shimmered with a charm of its own, catching light and almost seeming as if made of starlight. There was something to be said of a beautiful gown and a lovely evening to really make the holiday spirits bright, Caroline decided.
Taking a sip of mulled wine Caroline’s eyes widened at the sight of the quidditch player from a few months ago. Mr. Kirke. His eyes met her’s, widening as well, before hurtled into a pinetree. Caroline couldn’t help but wince at the collision. She’s expected more grace from a quidditch player. Their last meeting hadn’t been exactly pleasant but he was a bit too close for Caroline to ignore and hopefully Shawn would see if she were in distress.
Setting her glass down on the table beside her Caroline carefully skated over to the man tangled into the branches of the tree. “Are you quite alright Mr. Kirke?” Caroline asked, not even bothering to attempt to be charming. For all she knew the man was completely looney and needed absolutely no encouragement from her. Really she should just let him alone and be on her way, but she suspected after the last time he’d only follow her now that he’d seen her.