June 3rd, 1891 — Hogsmeade Memorial Ballroom
Ford was already tired, and they'd only been here ten minutes. Mostly it was because tonight was a Thursday, and nothing at all to do with the event itself. He understood that debutantes had nothing better to do with their time than go out and dance the night away as often as they could, and that the season was so crowded that hosts and hostesses were often obliged to use some of the week nights as well as just Fridays and Saturdays for their balls. Understanding that didn't mean that he enjoyed it, though. He certainly didn't enjoy having to go to work the next day after having been out most of the night before keeping a close eye on Verity and Grace (and an even closer one on Mama, who could get into more trouble than either of his sisters could). All in all, he would have much rather been at home with Clementine.
While he could safely beg off of an event earlier in the week and make Noble chaperone instead, though, he couldn't really complain too much about a Thursday. That, and he was still feeling a little guilty about being so often absent in the evenings last month, so he was trying to be on his best Big Brother behavior for the time being. Maybe if he was lucky Verity would fall in love with someone, and they'd all move a little closer to the end of this charade. In the meantime, he'd have to endure however many Thursday balls they received invitations to. Ford had just gotten a pair of champagne glasses — one for himself and one for Grace, since Verity had already started talking to some likely gentleman — when a young woman floated by.
"Uhm. Hello?" Ford said, blinking at her as he tried to reconcile what he was seeing. He knew she was a ghost, of course, but ghosts weren't typically invited to dances (given that they were incapable of dancing, at least with living people), so he was surprised to see her here.
While he could safely beg off of an event earlier in the week and make Noble chaperone instead, though, he couldn't really complain too much about a Thursday. That, and he was still feeling a little guilty about being so often absent in the evenings last month, so he was trying to be on his best Big Brother behavior for the time being. Maybe if he was lucky Verity would fall in love with someone, and they'd all move a little closer to the end of this charade. In the meantime, he'd have to endure however many Thursday balls they received invitations to. Ford had just gotten a pair of champagne glasses — one for himself and one for Grace, since Verity had already started talking to some likely gentleman — when a young woman floated by.
"Uhm. Hello?" Ford said, blinking at her as he tried to reconcile what he was seeing. He knew she was a ghost, of course, but ghosts weren't typically invited to dances (given that they were incapable of dancing, at least with living people), so he was surprised to see her here.
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