Jameson loved a good party and rarely turned down an opportunity to attend one. A fashion may not have seemed up the man's alley, especially considering he was middle class, but that didn't stop him from going. He was fairly certain his family's wealth rivaled that of even some of the upper class folk. But what drew him there, was the prestige of something new. It was what his family was after, after all. They'd made a name for themselves introducing new flavors of firewhiskey to the wizarding world and any chance to further spread that was always a bonus. Plus, the designer on exhibit was from somewhere else. Surely he could pick some brains for ideas on their local types of flavors.
It didn't take him long to make his way into the crowd after donning a mask that looked to possess the features of a wolf. It was a perfect match to go with his almost wolfish grin, flashing pearly white teeth to the room beyond. Before long, he was well into character, lurking along the outer edges of the dance floor once a drink had been procured. It would surely be the first of many but who would be counting? He found himself moving along the edges, simply watching and waiting.
And then he saw her. A darling but shy little doe that seemed to be fearful of the dancing masses in the center of the room. While he had started out on the opposite of the room, he had quickly and stealthily stalked his way to come up behind her. The collision, though easily looking as though it had been a happy accident, was far from it as he reached his hands out to grasp her wrists in the pretense of making sure she didn't fall.
"Steady miss," he said, flashing that wolfish grin once again. He hadn't released her but at least was no longer holding tightly to her wrists. After all, it was more fun to play with prey than it was to devour it instantly. "Care for a dance?' he quickly asked before she had a chance to turn tail and flee.
It didn't take him long to make his way into the crowd after donning a mask that looked to possess the features of a wolf. It was a perfect match to go with his almost wolfish grin, flashing pearly white teeth to the room beyond. Before long, he was well into character, lurking along the outer edges of the dance floor once a drink had been procured. It would surely be the first of many but who would be counting? He found himself moving along the edges, simply watching and waiting.
And then he saw her. A darling but shy little doe that seemed to be fearful of the dancing masses in the center of the room. While he had started out on the opposite of the room, he had quickly and stealthily stalked his way to come up behind her. The collision, though easily looking as though it had been a happy accident, was far from it as he reached his hands out to grasp her wrists in the pretense of making sure she didn't fall.
"Steady miss," he said, flashing that wolfish grin once again. He hadn't released her but at least was no longer holding tightly to her wrists. After all, it was more fun to play with prey than it was to devour it instantly. "Care for a dance?' he quickly asked before she had a chance to turn tail and flee.