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| Ashwinder
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SPOILER!!: professional nepotism baby Quote:
Originally Posted by pundantic 
Gideon Emerson adored a good party. There was something dreamy and dramatic about the flare of a gorgeous dress and the stunning twirl of lights that seemed to light up a dance floor. Intoxicating. And while Hogwarts’ own soirée did not rival the scale and scope of the many parties he had attended at fashion weeks over the years, as a professional nepotism baby and rascal, it had a lot of joy.
Fashion had that kind of power, he mused. The awful uniforms they were forced to endure all year long brought out the worst in his peers. It was hard to be your best in ugly clothes. But tonight, at the dance, with everyone in feathers and frills, the evening had a magic that had nothing to do with spell casting.
Good clothes made people brave, you see. A true super power.
Even his little sister who had not had as easy a time settling into this new school as he did was shining. Antonia was not a dull thing and this night complimented her natural charisma well. He saw that, even if she did not.
When she was occupied, he slipped away. The dazzling shine of his dress robes, dripping with diamonds like falling water, tamed somewhat when he dipped into the archways.
He walked for some time alone.
And then, he saw Kinsay.
”You promised me a dance,” he said, making himself known.
"Mm, did I?" Kins turned, offering Gideon a small, sheepish smile. In truth, she hadn't expected to run into anyone here, assuming most were still dancing the night away. But she had recognized his voice before turning to see him and knew better than to be surprised. She did owe him a dance, afterall. And she didn't mind his company, not really. She never did. Even if she wanted to escape from everyone else just for a little, little bit. Gideon wasn't overwhelming the way other people sometimes were.
She reached for one of her necklaces, as if to re-center it. "I always keep my promises. You know that." The same way he kept his. The dress was stunning by the way. It had her feeling all sorts of confident. Ways she hadn't felt for months. "Do you want your dance now? Here?" She tilted her head, voice soft, features softer.
Whatever he wanted. She promised.
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