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a touch of class - Arven Fisk - June 18, 2019
June 17th, 1889 — Outside a Wellingtonshire ball
Arven watched those heavenly ladies and lordly gentlemen like he’d watched the musk deer in Mongolia. Night had fallen over Hogsmeade, but many of its highest born inhabitants were still very much awake. A society ball had just ended at a grand home in Wellingtonshire, and the partygoers poured outside like a cavalcade of those charming deer, chattering their way into carriages and cabs, or else apparating into the night.
As for the people-watcher, he was quite within sight, not the type to linger in the dark or peer from the shadows, but comfortably content with his hobby. He leaned on a beautifully carved wall beneath a handsome streetlight, tall and elegant but pointedly rugged next the finery of the partygoers. Tossing a stray lock of hair from his face, Arven smiled slightly at the scene, though nobody thus far had noticed him. Deer did not notice lions when the lion was this tame.
RE: a touch of class - Robin Ashdown - June 19, 2019
Robin had been attending yet another Hogsmeade Ball. He thought he might prefer them to the ones in London. Then again, there was such a variety of cities that wizarding society took their events to. On a basic level, balls were boring but Robin enjoyed them. He had been living in isolation for so long that to be around people was such a wonder. Not that he knew how to really properly socialize with any of them but that was besides the point. Stepping out and sparking up a cigarette, Robin noticed a figure that seemed peculiar for the setting. "Do you make it a habit to watch people pour out of homes?" He asked curiously.
RE: a touch of class - Arven Fisk - June 19, 2019
Arven soon observed a young deer part from the herd, a small and fay type in gentlemen's garb, quite as elegant as the others. The stranger's cigarette smoke turned the light from the streetlamp into an atmospheric haze. "Less of a habit, more a fleeting recreation. But yes. Never into homes, though — that would be far too eerie."
RE: a touch of class - Robin Ashdown - August 2, 2019
"Not to mention, likely a ticket to Azkaban. I hear it isn't quite so charming there as it is in Hogsmeade," Robin said teasingly. "I'm Robin Ashdown, by the way." He didn't think himself too good to introduce himself to just about anyone. Even men lurking outside of social events. They often made for quite interesting company.
RE: a touch of class - Arven Fisk - August 5, 2019
What a curious young chap. Few deers left the herd to converse with the lion, and, what was more, Arven had never met a male this...
Well... pretty.
"Arven Fisk", he introduced himself in turn. "I think I've heard of the Ashdowns", he added thoughtfully, but may have been wrong. Arven was a loner and a rogue but he stayed in touch with his family, which in turn was well-connected. "Was this your event?" he nodded across the road at where the party had almost finished dispersing.
RE: a touch of class - Robin Ashdown - August 8, 2019
Robin had heard the Fisk name before - one of them was an author of adventure novels and the like. He was mildly surprised that the man had heard about his family in turn. Then again, some people probably still whispered about how reclusive they were. Robin didn't tend to actually keep full connections due to his own secrets so he had no idea what might be said about his family.
Robin actually laughed at the idea of being the one to have thrown the event. "Not at all. I am no host," Robin said with a wink. "Besides, I think most consider me an outcast of sorts."
RE: a touch of class - Arven Fisk - August 8, 2019
Arven leaned on the stone Wellingtonshire wall — perfectly manicured, without a single weed poking through. He regarded Ashdown, faintly amused and intrigued by the incongruous wink. ”Oh really, why’s that”, he asked smoothly when he learned the young man was perceived as an outcast.
Most gentlemen were not so quick to admit to their reputation.
RE: a touch of class - Robin Ashdown - August 15, 2019
At the other mans question, Robin could only give him a charming grin. "Now, where would I be without my secrets - which might be one reason," he said with a shrug. He was sometimes literally a woman, being a major secret. His other little discretions didn't really come close to that but he wasn't about to air all his deeds to a man he had only just met. "The fact I never even went to Hogwarts might be another. People are odd creatures when it comes to their preferences in company."
RE: a touch of class - Arven Fisk - August 16, 2019
Arven opened his mouth as if so speak, but stopped himself and said nothing for a moment. Strangely, what he was about to say was something along the lines of perhaps I can coax your secrets from you. This was strange because such words would be unmistakably flirtatious — and this person here was a young gentleman. Not the gender to which Arven normally directed his interest.
What a curious instinct. Arven figuratively waved it aside.
So Robin Ashdown had never attended Hogwarts; a rarity in one of his standing. "You're a Durmstrang boy, perhaps?" Arven guessed. Ashdown’s accent said otherwise, but it was a common enough thing to send would-be wizards overseas to the European school. Especially parents of a certain disposition.
RE: a touch of class - Robin Ashdown - August 16, 2019
Robin regarded the older man curiously when he seemed to be about to say something. When nothing was said, Robin shrugged it off. Perhaps the man had just lost his words - it happened to the best of them or so he assumed. He laughed, not bothering to restrain the sound as one of his station probably should when out and about.
"Heavens, no. I have never been out of the United Kingdom, I'm afraid," Robin said, though his tone made it obvious that he would like to change this fact if he could. At the same time, the idea was a little daunting. He had been restricted to his own estate for most of his life so he was still in the midst of exploring the UK itself, let alone other, wilder places.
RE: a touch of class - Arven Fisk - August 21, 2019
Arven was tempted to reply nor me out of sheer irony, but that would've been an in-joke too far. Nobody was around to laugh at it.
So instead he responded, "well I very much recommend it", with his memory already half in some exotic overseas landscape. "The world is stranger and wilder than any of us can possibly envision."
RE: a touch of class - Robin Ashdown - August 28, 2019
"Now that much I know," Robin said when the man said how the world was stranger and wilder than anyone could possibly envision. Robin's own existence was evidence of it. "Any places in particular you recommend, o wise adventurer? Tell me your secrets," he teased.
RE: a touch of class - Arven Fisk - August 28, 2019
So young Ashdown knew the world was a strange place but had never stepped out of his own? His world must be strange indeed, then.
Although not a particularly proud man, Arven did not altogether approve of the hint of mocking in the moniker o’ wise adventurer. Did this fellow think Arven merely trying to impress him? It was a misunderstanding that did not play well in the man’s mind, for it would be far more suitable if Robin were not a man himself…
”I’m afraid my recommendations are not so secret. I tell near everyone I meet that no experience in this world compares to walking the ancient streets of Petra. If you can endure the heat”, he added fairly.
RE: a touch of class - Robin Ashdown - August 30, 2019
As the man spoke, Robin's eyes flashed - for scarcely even a second - a molten gold before going back to their usual hue. His curiosity was so great that it had overridden his usual control over his abilities. "I think I could endure heat with the aid of enchanted garments. Are there ruins in Petra?" He was curious, thirsty for more knowledge beyond the world he had been confined to due to his parents need to keep his existence under lock and key.
RE: a touch of class - Arven Fisk - September 5, 2019
Arven was quick to respond to true curiosity, and this young man had it — perhaps that was why he'd wandered over here to begin with.
"Yes", the traveller obliged. "In fact the entire city is a ruin, two thousand years old, towering and ornate, build into the slope of a great mountain flanked with obelisks. Traders from the Red Sea walked there, and turned Petra into the envy of Arabia. There's no place like it."
RE: a touch of class - Robin Ashdown - October 3, 2019
Robin listened with apt interest as the man spoke about how the entire city was a ruin. "I would sure love to see that for myself," Robin murmured. He could hire a guide of some sort but then travelling with someone for that long could spell trouble.