RP: Masquerade
Date: 09 June 1999
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Invites (Will add as you add your tags)
Status: Public
Summary: It's a masquerade; the wine is being served and the music is already playing. Add your tags.
Completion: Incomplete
Although his decision to hold a masquerade with this company had surprised even him, the plans had only seemed to improve. The staff had arrived, and the Manor had been more or less transformed - the ballroom, in need of a makeover for some time, had been redecorated in royal reds and greens, a subtle underworking of brown and gold supporting the autumnal colours beautifully. The ballroom was partially a dancefloor, partially a place to eat, and the tables continued through the doors, which had been widened magically so that the partition was a natural opening.
On each round table, with a tablecloth of either red or green, was a tabletop decoration, a gold candleabra with ivory coloured candles set in place and burning. The Malfoy crest was emblazoned discreetly on each of them.
The garden had been worked on, too. Neville's work had been illuminated by the organisers, tealights guiding the way through a set path, while highlights of the garden had been illuminated in vivid colours. And then there was the house; all of it lit brightly with beams of light. It looked...well...splendid. It was hard to believe...
Draco retreated to his room before the guests would arrive, content that things were almost ready to go - the staff in the kitchens were busy, the trays of champagne ready to go... He washed and dressed, pulling on the robes he'd bought for the occasion; in gold and russet brown, mosaiced from seperate pieces of fabric that looked like leaves, he looked like the spirit of autumn, and the mask completed the effect.
And then there was his planned performance; something he had not planned, but which had come to mind only when the robes had arrived. He touched his hand to the box, then carefully picked it up. Well...it was his party. The guests should be arriving already. Would they recognise their host? He returned to the ballroom, expectant, and placed his box beside the already playing quartet, where it would not be disturbed.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Invites (Will add as you add your tags)
Status: Public
Summary: It's a masquerade; the wine is being served and the music is already playing. Add your tags.
Completion: Incomplete
Although his decision to hold a masquerade with this company had surprised even him, the plans had only seemed to improve. The staff had arrived, and the Manor had been more or less transformed - the ballroom, in need of a makeover for some time, had been redecorated in royal reds and greens, a subtle underworking of brown and gold supporting the autumnal colours beautifully. The ballroom was partially a dancefloor, partially a place to eat, and the tables continued through the doors, which had been widened magically so that the partition was a natural opening.
On each round table, with a tablecloth of either red or green, was a tabletop decoration, a gold candleabra with ivory coloured candles set in place and burning. The Malfoy crest was emblazoned discreetly on each of them.
The garden had been worked on, too. Neville's work had been illuminated by the organisers, tealights guiding the way through a set path, while highlights of the garden had been illuminated in vivid colours. And then there was the house; all of it lit brightly with beams of light. It looked...well...splendid. It was hard to believe...
Draco retreated to his room before the guests would arrive, content that things were almost ready to go - the staff in the kitchens were busy, the trays of champagne ready to go... He washed and dressed, pulling on the robes he'd bought for the occasion; in gold and russet brown, mosaiced from seperate pieces of fabric that looked like leaves, he looked like the spirit of autumn, and the mask completed the effect.
And then there was his planned performance; something he had not planned, but which had come to mind only when the robes had arrived. He touched his hand to the box, then carefully picked it up. Well...it was his party. The guests should be arriving already. Would they recognise their host? He returned to the ballroom, expectant, and placed his box beside the already playing quartet, where it would not be disturbed.