December 21, 1894 — Malfoy Masquerade Ball

The year would soon be coming to a close and Perseus was quite looking forward to seeing what the new year would consist of. His December and January were quite booked up already when it came to social events and work obligations combined. Tonight was a social thing though which he hoped would be quite fun. As he expected of a Malfoy affair, the masquerade was a sight to behold. His own jeweled mask was being dutifully worn as he enjoyed his time.

"Is there room on your dance card for me?" Perseus asked of a young woman he had begun a conversation with whilst getting refreshments.

  

The great benefit of being the host of a party was that one got to dictate the terms. Her mama, hostess extraordinaire that she was, seemed to have taken this to heart by inviting a bevy of gentlemen and, if Angeline was not much mistaken, far fewer ladies than usual. Perhaps it was her imagination? Perhaps the New Year had drawn them all to dark corners and she was being paranoid?

To her mother’s credit though was the fact that it seemed to be doing the trick.

“Always, Mr Flint,” Angel answered with a flutter, turning her nearly full card up and making a show of pencilling him in for two. “Are you looking forward to the New Year? I expect the Hospital is terribly busy this time of year.”

  

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time of death: when MJ dropped this heart-stopping set