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    11.13 This news is not at all big. Do not bother with it.
    11.10 Election update!
    11.07 We have Posting Wizards!
    11.06 A big announcement...
    11.04 Happy AC day!
    11.03 Banner time!
    11.03 Welcome to November!
    10.29 October is waning...
    10.17 Election 1887 campaign ledgers are up!
    10.16 Kayte's changed her (Charming) face!
    10.10 Congrats to September's PW winners Olive and Miri!
    10.03 An update on the Hogwarts ban...
    10.01 It's now October~
    09.30 The AC Approaches
    09.24 We have new Wenches!
    November 1887
    Might I Ride Your Broomstick?
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    Hurling Roulette!

    It was a good idea. It had to be. Two glasses of champagne insisted upon it.

    With a deep breath for strength and the last of a third glass for courage, Ismene steeled herself and approached the gentleman from behind, boldly rapping him twice upon the shoulder with her index finger.

    The quidditch party had been all Ismene had hoped for and more, and her little fangirl heart had been struggling not to work overtime since she had arrived. Still, the debutante had been far too anxious to actually approach any of the gentlemen herself, at least until she had seen him.

    Elias Grimstone.

    Well-known within the quidditch community but not such a celebrity as, say, Edward Mohr (who was married to a foul veela anyway) or Fitzroy Prewett. He had worked hard to rise to his current station in life, which made him admirable. And he was handsome, too. It had taken Ismene a quarter of an hour of watching before she gathered up the bludgers to actually approach him, and she prayed it would not see her look foolish.

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    The casino ballroom was chaos tonight. Elias had been expecting no less: this was the usual quidditch crowd, after all. He did always feel a little out of his depths with a couple of the rowdier players - didn't attend quite so many parties as they did, wasn't nearly so at home in the casino itself - but he did appreciate that these circles of society were rather more relaxed than most, and Merlin knew Elias ought to try relaxing more often.

    He had been, so far, having chased down the champagne with a couple of quaffle cakes. They had been surprisingly sticky, so he had spent most of the following conversation with a second-string chaser trying to subtly get the crumbs and icing off his fingers without making more of a mess. The chaser, having eventually given up trying to coax him to a game of cards (not that Elias would have minded the game itself, just the stakes) moved off with a shrug; Elias, having just brushed off his hands, began to wonder about the possibility of a third cake.

    He hadn't yet laid eyes on one of the flying waitstaff when a tap came on his shoulder. It had been too assertive to mistake it for something incidental - someone brushing past accidentally - but upon glancing sideways, Elias hadn't noticed anyone nearby.

    Bemused, he turned on his heel - fully - and saw that he had been mistaken, that there was someone before him. She was... not a quidditch player, he was fairly certain of that. Even if she weren't, he couldn't quite work out who she might be, and since he didn't know her, it was not so easy to discern what she required of him. "Sorry, er," Elias exclaimed, veering to the nearest assumption - which was that she must want him to move. "was I in your way?" He had sort of been loitering.
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    A flush of sudden embarrassment—or was it the drink?—flooded her cheeks as Ismene suddenly found herself slightly out of breath. He was so much more handsome close up, so much less approachable, that the witch suddenly questioned her decision to do this at all. At least Mr. Grimstone was giving her a convenient out…

    …which her treacherous tongue failed to make use of.

    “Not at all, Mr. Grimstone,” it remarked brightly instead, the heart of the brunette behind it racing a mile a minute. “I only wished to take an opportunity to introduce myself—my late father, you see, always spoke so highly of your craftsmanship.”

    Merlin’s beard. She had often heard tell of ‘liquid courage’, but Issie had never before put it to the test. Plainly, her mother’s cautions that she avoid the stuff had been foolish, for it was all that was needed to turn her into a functional flirt!

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    It was quite obvious that his assumption had been wrong, since she knew his name. Elias stopped looking around for the waitress with the quaffle cakes and looked at the young lady instead.

    She was young, decidedly; and pretty, though less distinctly; her cheeks, he could not help but notice, were rather rosy. Still, she had no trouble explaining her actual reason for approaching him - to introduce herself.

    "Oh, well then," Elias said, just as brightly, pulling himself up a little straighter so that he wouldn't look sheepish. It was slightly embarrassing to be recognised - less so here tonight than usual - but flattering all the same, so he could hardly say he was opposed to the interruption.

    "That was very kind of him," he returned earnestly, hearing late father and wishing that it were enough to give him some hint about the identity of the girl in front of him - but any daughters of the men he did business with, spoke to, or had simply heard of were, generally, a more mysterious matter. Thus, he was still at a disadvantage here, and so added hopefully: "And is very kind of you, Miss...?"
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    “Swift,” she hastened to reply, “Ismene Swift. My father was Ixion Swift, you see.”

    Mentally, she kicked herself for not thinking to include that tidbit sooner. Issie wished she could blame the champagne for her oversight, but given that the liquid courage had brought her here at all, the brunette could hardly condemn it in the same breath!

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    Swift, she said. "Oh," Elias said, "oh, of course," - Ixion Swift was a name he had undoubtedly known. The man had coached the national team at the last World Cup, for Merlin's sake! (He had also been sorry to hear of the man's death, though decided that death was perhaps not a topic the conversation warranted lingering on.)

    "I'm," the reflex to introduce himself in return had been automatic, but plainly she already knew him by name and by profession, so that would be rather redundant, "pleased to meet you, Miss Swift. I suppose you must take after your father, then, being interested in quidditch?" Elias said instead, with another hopeful grin; she had bothered to come to an occasion like this, after all, and he assumed if one didn't care for the sport, it would feel quite hellish to be surrounded by dozens of professional quidditch players at an event, for all intents and purposes, to celebrate themselves.

    "Though you don't play, do you?" He added; he thought he would have at least vaguely recognised her if that had been the case. Besides, she was far too well-mannered for that.
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