February 6th, 1891 — An Evening of Amusement, Devine House
This was the first such event that Ophelia had thrown, but she was rather pleased with how things were going so far. She was sensitive to the fact that this was decidedly not the season for grand balls or affairs, and while a dance during the Christmas holiday could be forgiven, it was far from fashionable to just throw parties all year long. She wanted her events to always be in competition for something else, so that she could feel proud that people had chosen to attend and passed up on other invitations. Throwing parties when the rest of society was taking a break smacked of desperation. Truth be told, she was a little desperate, but not for any of the typical reasons. She'd gone through her season as a debutante, she'd married, she'd honeymooned, and now she'd produced an heir; she was bored. She was desperate for something interesting to happen, not for anyone to think particularly well of her (though of course, she wanted that too; just not quite so fervently).
That was the point of tonight's event. She had no need of gentleman tonight, nor of debutantes. She wanted the people who actually ran society life, and she wanted them more than a little drunk so that they might be inclined to let something slip that would make her time between now and the season a little more interesting. She loved Mr. Devine, of course, but he could not be her whole life. And she loved her son, Nicholas, but — he hadn't really gotten to the age where he was particularly interesting, for any longer than an hour a day or so. She needed something to sink her teeth into.
They were about an hour in, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. A good amount of the alcohol had been poured, though Ophelia had limited herself to only one glass so far, so that she could stay sharp enough to catch anything of note. She had just finished a round of cards with a few women who were charming but not particularly interesting company, and was headed to refill her glass when she encountered a guest coming from one of the diviner's tables at the edge of the room.
"Well, Mrs. Lestrange, has your future been revealed to you?" she asked, lightly teasing.
OOC: Open to a married UC or MC woman; see event details for more.