5th September, 1895 — A Ball, Location Flexible

For the first time in months - possibly years - Konstantin felt his old self. The grief had become manageable, his work had improved considerably, and his very first thought upon hearing Greyback and Maxime had gone was that he wanted one of their jobs at any cost. He had, of course, already been in possession of the lesser position but this time, he hoped, he would be elevated to the top job. The timing felt like destiny. He would not lose the chance again.

If he really intended to make his mark on the Ministry, possibly achieve the highest office even, he needed to find himself a wife. He could resist the necessity no longer and as such he had taken himself to the first ball he had gotten wind of and was looking about the room with the assessing eyes of a hawk.

She needed to be presentable, at the least, though he had no particular preference in that regards. What was more important was that she was the right sort of girl, from the right sort of family. He needed a Helga Crouch, a February Umbridge, a Roslyn, a Belphoebe Lestrange. If he could manage a girl with money that would be even better.

Well, there was only one thing for it. He picked up two glasses of champagne and strode confidently towards a young lady he had met several times and thought might be a likely candidate: "Miss ___, I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of fetching you this," he held out the champagne. "You look so terribly thirsty."

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   Barnabas Skeeter

The sound of a voice caught her attention and she looked up to find a gentleman she had not yet been introduced to this season. Evidently she had caught his attention as she was quite sure she looked nothing other than elegantly enjoying herself. Interesting she hadn't been introduced. Her relations had taken pains to make sure she knew who everyone was and introduced her accordingly. The fortune of the Wilson family was, after all, Miss Olivia Wilson's greatest asset.

"Oh thank you, terribly thirsty. So kind of you to notice." Really this is what passed for an excuse of a conversation? She kept her face entertained though and took a sip before fixing her gaze on the gentleman. "And might I be so bold as to inquire to the name of my savior?" Two could play this game. Just because she didn't know him didn't mean he couldn't be of use.

  

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