August 5th, 1895 — Moonlight Ball

There was a lot of chaos surrounding Mrs. Skeeter having revealed her status as a werewolf. It seemed everyone had been invited to this ball and had attended to prove themselves to not be a werewolf. Lycoris did not find any of that of particular importance, she was just there to enjoy a society event like she always did.

She had danced, spoken to friends and was generally having a good time whilst trying to keep her ears free from the more polluted opinions of the ball attendees. The dress code had been 'celestial' so she had worn one an enchanted gown whose fabric was made to look like small moving stars and constellations. It was gorgeous and she felt rather pretty in it.

In the course of the evening, Lycoris must have gotten a little too close to the edge of the ballroom as she suddenly found herself in another room. It seemed she wasn't the only one either as someone else was in the room with her though she couldn't quite make them out in the moonlit darkness of the room.

Jacob Babineaux
gown is similar to this but in appropriate VE style.

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Jacob only ever cared about politics when it impacted the sport he played. The extent of his participation was casting a ballot for whichever candidate seemed the least ancient and out of touch when the opportunity came. So, he didn't particularly care that some woman in the government had outed herself as a werewolf. Wolves - were or otherwise - had never done anything to him or anyone he held dear. He was perfectly happy to let the matter go unremarked upon and had been in the process of banishing it to the back of his mind when the invitation to the so-called 'Moonlight Ball' had come in.

He never turned down invitations to parties in any case, but it did feel a bit grimy that attendance was more or less mandatory if one wished to avoid suspicions of being werewolf-y. He ate, drank, made merry, and avoided a number of ex-lovers with the practiced ease of someone who'd been doing this for way too long. To be fair, his hedonistic sprit had quieted in the past few years; this was far from the most personally scandalous crowd he'd mingled in.

After a while, said mingling grew tiresome and Jacob found himself gravitating towards the edges of the room. This was how he'd ended up ... somewhere else. No doubt a consequence of whatever magic had been employed to expand the ballroom. Well, whatever. Jacob was tipsy and thus not inclined to care about the sudden change. After all, he still had his champagne with him. Champagne and company, as it turned out.

A dark haired beauty shrouded in the cosmos itself appeared before him, materializing from the aether. Clearly, she'd been pushed here in much the same way he had. "Good evening, Miss ...?" He offered her room to introduce herself, to be polite. "We seem to have found ourselves in quite the predicament, hm?" He regarded her lazily, blinking slowly, cat-like. By all rights, there should've been concern over her lack of chaperone, but Jacob had done wildly dubious things, all of which easily surpassed existing around an unrelated woman in private. He kept the distance between them respectful and his composure cool. "It's a good turn for me. That ballroom was getting crowded anyway."

Lycoris Dempsey

wearing, era appropriate

  

Lycoris was able to make out his features better now and found she vaguely recognized him. He was a Quidditch player, wasn't he? She was not intimately acquainted with the sport but did watch a game now and then as well as Witch Weekly periodically mentioning the more comely players.

"Lycoris Dempsey," she said, giving a little curtsy as she introduced herself. "It seems we have through no fault of our own." She cast her gaze around the room, trying to find the exit. She imagined they were not far off from the ball. She smiled as he mentioned the ballroom being crowded. "Record breaking numbers, I personally felt."

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