March 18th, 1890 — Wellingtonshire, Hogsmeade
By some miracle or mischance Charles found himself staring across the room at none other than Miss Lestrange. The hosts of this little dinner gathering could not have known that the young lady on the opposite side of the room from him had occupied his thoughts a little too often of late and certainly they hadn't invited her on his behalf. When Charles had been unable to dig up anything on her that would suggest she wasn't perfection incarnate, he'd rapidly progressed to the stage of great anxiety. Obviously if she wasn't too good to be true then he had to have her but he couldn't just leap to the proposal stage, much as he might want to. No, he had to pace things and make doubly, no triply sure that she wasn't hiding ugly character traits from him. He needed to know everything about her. Meanwhile who knew how many other men might be realizing that a catch like Miss Lestrange was ready for the taking, all it would take was one less scrupulous than him to swoop in and steal her away.
There weren't many other unattached guests from what he could tell which meant they stood a good chance of being paired together for dinner which pleased him greatly, but there was no guarantee and so he had to make the most of the short interlude before they potentially went their separate ways. Even if it did mean going out of his way to initiate conversation with her, rather than making it seem like he only cared enough to talk if the occasion arose naturally. He did try to seem subtle about his approach though, slowly ambling across the drawing room and stopping once to very briefly exchange pleasantries with a friend.
"Good evening, Miss Lestrange, what a pleasant surprise to see you here tonight." There was little indication from his tone to suggest that this pleased him even half as much as it did.
There weren't many other unattached guests from what he could tell which meant they stood a good chance of being paired together for dinner which pleased him greatly, but there was no guarantee and so he had to make the most of the short interlude before they potentially went their separate ways. Even if it did mean going out of his way to initiate conversation with her, rather than making it seem like he only cared enough to talk if the occasion arose naturally. He did try to seem subtle about his approach though, slowly ambling across the drawing room and stopping once to very briefly exchange pleasantries with a friend.
"Good evening, Miss Lestrange, what a pleasant surprise to see you here tonight." There was little indication from his tone to suggest that this pleased him even half as much as it did.
