Anthony was quite thrilled for the hunt his aunt, likely at the behest of his cousin Poppy, had decided to pull together this month. It was such a thrill, riding the fox hunt, and while Anthony himself was not keen on what happened when the creature was caught, it did not cease his participation. On this brisk morning, attired in a simple white shirt and waistcoat over which his hunting jacket would be shrugged, the curly-haired brunette made his way to breakfast. He was keen on getting his hands on one of those warm whiskeys with nutmeg and lemon. This time of year he was always in the mood for something warm.
As he made his way into the dinning room, Anthony caught the eye of his uncle and Basset, the rather rotund hound that followed him about. The eldest made his way over and thanked his uncle for the invitation to stay the weekend. They chatted for a moment, Anthony laughing at some ridiculous anecdote, and then - out of the corner of his eye - he spotted the very figure he was hoping might be in attendance today. Ms. Torie Malfoy.
It had been a few weeks since their rather unconventional introduction on All Hallows Eve. The lady had sent a brief note following with her thanks, but since then Anthony had not had a chance to see her again in society. He’d been in Porto for business before spending a few days in Paris to follow up with an export he was hoping to acquire. When he’d arrived yesterday evening the majority of the party had already arrived and retired for the night. This morning however, as he watched her out of the corner of his eye chattering away with Basil, a small worry creased his brow. He hadn’t known they were acquainted.
Alexander Dashwood excused himself in that moment and Anthony took the respite from conversation to gather his bearings. He collected one of the warm drinks he’d been craving and took a sip, relishing in the warm burn that traveled down his throat into his belly. Basil and Ms. Malfoy looked awfully familiar over there, he couldn’t help but notice. It didn’t bode well for his own interest in the lady; Basil never looked so comfortable around anyone in society. Atticus would shank him if he ruined anything even a little bit promising. Nonetheless it would be rude to ignore her now that he’d caught notice. Deciding it was best to go over and say hello, Anthony shifted in their direction.
The greeting was familiar, teasing even, as Basil addressed him. He didn’t seem jealous, not that Basil was the sort really. Anthony cleared his throat, cheeks tinging a little pink. “Yes, well, it was nothing really,” he replied. “I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” Then, turning to Ms. Malfoy, Anthony offered her a small grin. “Good morning, Ms. Torie,” he greeted, not thinking twice about the informal slip of the tongue. “I do hope you will be riding with us today.”
As he made his way into the dinning room, Anthony caught the eye of his uncle and Basset, the rather rotund hound that followed him about. The eldest made his way over and thanked his uncle for the invitation to stay the weekend. They chatted for a moment, Anthony laughing at some ridiculous anecdote, and then - out of the corner of his eye - he spotted the very figure he was hoping might be in attendance today. Ms. Torie Malfoy.
It had been a few weeks since their rather unconventional introduction on All Hallows Eve. The lady had sent a brief note following with her thanks, but since then Anthony had not had a chance to see her again in society. He’d been in Porto for business before spending a few days in Paris to follow up with an export he was hoping to acquire. When he’d arrived yesterday evening the majority of the party had already arrived and retired for the night. This morning however, as he watched her out of the corner of his eye chattering away with Basil, a small worry creased his brow. He hadn’t known they were acquainted.
Alexander Dashwood excused himself in that moment and Anthony took the respite from conversation to gather his bearings. He collected one of the warm drinks he’d been craving and took a sip, relishing in the warm burn that traveled down his throat into his belly. Basil and Ms. Malfoy looked awfully familiar over there, he couldn’t help but notice. It didn’t bode well for his own interest in the lady; Basil never looked so comfortable around anyone in society. Atticus would shank him if he ruined anything even a little bit promising. Nonetheless it would be rude to ignore her now that he’d caught notice. Deciding it was best to go over and say hello, Anthony shifted in their direction.
The greeting was familiar, teasing even, as Basil addressed him. He didn’t seem jealous, not that Basil was the sort really. Anthony cleared his throat, cheeks tinging a little pink. “Yes, well, it was nothing really,” he replied. “I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” Then, turning to Ms. Malfoy, Anthony offered her a small grin. “Good morning, Ms. Torie,” he greeted, not thinking twice about the informal slip of the tongue. “I do hope you will be riding with us today.”