December 23rd, 1890 - Harriet Prewett's Christmas Party
Escaping Antigone Lestrange made her real desire for being here - finding Mr. Prewett so that he would eventually love and marry her, etc. - even more pressing. If she was spotted with one of the very eligible Prewett bachelors, then some of the actually-purebloodded bitches would be horribly jealous of her, and the thought was particularly appealing.
It only took her one round of the room - during which she refilled her wine - to spot him. After a moment she was assured that it was Mr. Quidditch Prewett, not Mr. Journalist Prewett, and Camilla walked up to him without putting much thought as to anyone else he might have been speaking to.
"Mr. Prewett," Camilla said, smiling. She brought her glass of mulled wine to her lips and took a sip.
Fitzroy Prewett
It only took her one round of the room - during which she refilled her wine - to spot him. After a moment she was assured that it was Mr. Quidditch Prewett, not Mr. Journalist Prewett, and Camilla walked up to him without putting much thought as to anyone else he might have been speaking to.
"Mr. Prewett," Camilla said, smiling. She brought her glass of mulled wine to her lips and took a sip.