Quidditch was decidedly not amongst Melody's favorite passtimes. Quiet afternoons in the library, intellectual conversations over tea, hell - even the occasional garden party ranked well above the excitement of a quidditch match. This wasn't to say she hated the sport - she found it interesting enough to enjoy a match every now and then. Especially when faced with the option of yet another ball. There was only so much yanking into the tightest corset one could endure before going well and truly mad.
The match had ended in Charlotte's crush's favor - meaning they absolutely had to attend the afterparty. The seeker would want to celebrate his win with a beautiful woman on his arm, and Charlotte was determined that it would be her. Melody was rather convinced he'd be far too eager to boast about his win than notice her doe eyed friend, but who was she to stop her? If Charlotte wished to throw caution to the wind and chase after her dream of ruining her and her family's reputation, Melody would simply be there to say 'I told you so' in the end. She would know, it was what she had sought to do with Mr. Crouch years ago.
Melody. She had heard her first name on his lips so few times that it caught her more off guard than his presence at the party did. Merlin, hadn't they decided at their last run-in that this wasn't in the cards for them? He had far too many rumors swirling about him for her family to ever accept him, and she...well, she belonged to a world that would cast her aside if she were to misstep. Theirs was a story of past what-ifs, not one of what could be. Or, at least, that was what she had been repeatedly telling herself for the past month.
She truly was attempting to move on, too. Melody was convinced Mr. -- was going to ask to court her any day now, it was all a matter of timing. They'd been flirting at every gala and dancing together at every ball. He was a respectable - if not boring - man too. One her family would surely appreciate bringing into the fold. They would court, then marry, and finally she'd give him sons she had no desire to carry. Such was the life she was destined for.
"Mr. Crouch." She greeted warily, deciding firmly not to engage in his familiarity. "I like the sport well enough. A friend asked me along and then brought me here." Melody should be heading back to them, too. Charlotte and her chaperone would surely be wondering where she'd run off to - or who she'd run off with.
The match had ended in Charlotte's crush's favor - meaning they absolutely had to attend the afterparty. The seeker would want to celebrate his win with a beautiful woman on his arm, and Charlotte was determined that it would be her. Melody was rather convinced he'd be far too eager to boast about his win than notice her doe eyed friend, but who was she to stop her? If Charlotte wished to throw caution to the wind and chase after her dream of ruining her and her family's reputation, Melody would simply be there to say 'I told you so' in the end. She would know, it was what she had sought to do with Mr. Crouch years ago.
Melody. She had heard her first name on his lips so few times that it caught her more off guard than his presence at the party did. Merlin, hadn't they decided at their last run-in that this wasn't in the cards for them? He had far too many rumors swirling about him for her family to ever accept him, and she...well, she belonged to a world that would cast her aside if she were to misstep. Theirs was a story of past what-ifs, not one of what could be. Or, at least, that was what she had been repeatedly telling herself for the past month.
She truly was attempting to move on, too. Melody was convinced Mr. -- was going to ask to court her any day now, it was all a matter of timing. They'd been flirting at every gala and dancing together at every ball. He was a respectable - if not boring - man too. One her family would surely appreciate bringing into the fold. They would court, then marry, and finally she'd give him sons she had no desire to carry. Such was the life she was destined for.
"Mr. Crouch." She greeted warily, deciding firmly not to engage in his familiarity. "I like the sport well enough. A friend asked me along and then brought me here." Melody should be heading back to them, too. Charlotte and her chaperone would surely be wondering where she'd run off to - or who she'd run off with.
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beautiful set by mj