How many hours had it been already? Enough to feel like an eternity that was for sure. Between being dragged all the way out to Paris to have her Coming Out Ball held at her grandparents estate and needing to be her mothers wind-up doll of displayed elegance, Beryl was about ready to accept a fate in Azkaban and eviscerate the vile woman who’d birthed her. Thankfully it seemed her mother’s own façade was beginning to crumble after hours without a strong enough drink down her gullet, and Mrs. Wixeldorf’s overbearing watch now appeared to be consumed with locating some hair of the dog to dull the pains of her lush lifestyle. Amusement tugged at the delicate corners of Beryl’s otherwise disinterested features, and as she kept her focus on her mother, it was with great pleasure that she watched her mother excuse herself and slink away across the ballroom.

Beryl’s eyes then followed the trail of attendee’s back to the obnoxious French man that stood proudly next to her, still blathering away with some prolonged nonsense that she’d already been tuning out for quite some time now. “I’m done with this.” The interruption was sudden, and Beryl gave a slight flick of her hand as if to elegantly shoo him away. It was enough to bless the moment with a stunned silence, but as confusion slowly etched across the man’s face, Beryl quickly intervened before he could even form a question in that undoubtedly empty head of his. “This conversation might have the least amount of redeeming merits to any I’ve ever been forced to listen to in my life,” Pausing for a moment, Beryl’s already narrowed eyes gave the man a quicker once over then he even deserved. “And sadly you are far from handsome enough for me to even consider enduring this any longer.” Pivoting on her heel, Beryl left the man with his mouth foolishly agape in her wake as she seized the opportunity to take a break from the endless parade of imbeciles she’d been forced to engage with all night long. Although not before jutting a sharp, albeit tiny, shoulder into the French mans frame as Beryl made it a point to move out of the way for no one.

Making her way across the ballroom, Beryl took note of the quickly averted gazes of the many men that had attempted to dazzle and intoxicate her with their lavish words at varying points throughout that evening. Their uncomfortable and almost fearful aversion made the corners of Beryl’s mouth curl up in satisfaction, and as she gracefully made her way towards the doors that led to the balcony terrace, she kept an unfaltering glare of contempt burrowed into each and every one of them as she passed them by. Her nose confidently held high to remind them all of just how beneath her she’d found the whole lot of them.

Reaching the doors that led out to the freedom of the gardens, Beryl took a moment to slyly glance back towards the many ballroom guests, and when it appeared that they had all become consumed by their varying conversations and dances, she softly pressed into the ornately carved doors and quickly slipped through in one swift movement. Keeping her footsteps delicate encase some bat-eared ward of her mother's was outside, Beryl stepped out onto the balcony terrace. The shift to the gentle rustling of a soft breeze and the various critters that inhabited the vast gardenscape washed over Beryl in the most refreshing of ways, and as the door clicked shut behind her and the ballrooms deafening activities became nothing more than mere white noise, Beryl genuinely smiled for the first time that evening.

The balcony before her extended out into a half moon that overlooked the extremely intricate labyrinth of garden beds down below, and beautiful wisteria vines had crept up and woven themselves into the architecture in a way that left the balcony draped in a beautiful kaleidoscope of lavenders, violets, and blues. Throughout the gardens many pathways a couple of gazebo’s and a decently sized pond lined by weeping willows could be seen from the vantage point. All of which was lit by the soft and almost romantic glow of what appeared to be enchanted fireflies lighting up the impressive spectacle. It was clear from just the first glance that the intricate display was her grandparents pride and joy of the estate. A point that had been further resonated by the mirrored color scheme and décor bestowed upon the ballroom for that evening.

Walking up to the stone railing, Beryl closed her eyes for a moment so that she could fully appreciate the beautiful hum of the night's inhabitants. Everything was so much more enjoyable here when no one was bothering her. However, it was a criminally short-lived moment as the sudden click of the terrace door shattered the undoubtedly perfect moment she'd been aching for all night. “Honestly woman! At least find a way to make yourself useful if you’re going to haunt me like a fucking omen and-” Angrily turning towards what she’d assumed had been Ms. Grimpuckett hovering closer like the watchful and overbearing ward she was, Beryl was even more irritated to discover that it was actually a man that was disturbing her. Disdain furrowed Beryl’s beautiful face as it shifted to unimpressed annoyance before the man could even utter a word, and without offering even the slightest of apologies for her misunderstanding, Beryl turned back towards the gardens while letting out an audible sigh of clear displeasure. Great.