#zabini x travers wedding;;

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The french witch never let her smile falter, nodding along as she once again cast her eyes to analyze the wedding all around them. "I have no doubt, but somehow something tells me there was a lot of input from either of the parties. A bit much, like I said." Estelle admired Agatha for her craft, but even someone as talented as her surely would have moments when the client's opinion outweighed the sense of a wedding in its entirety. "You do seem like it, both of you. Nothing wrong with it. Though I will allow myself to send flowers over the next few days. It's the least I can do."

Flowers that could either be put on display or simply kept in a quiet corner. Whatever the other witch would decide, it would surely be just fine. "Anyway, regarding that question. I believe some people have something to prove, others simply wish to share it with the world. To each their own, I suppose." Estelle had noticed a few faces she wished to greet, turning to Alecto to offer her goodbye but equally an invitation. "If you don't mind I would love to have you over for tea. My place. Nothing shared with them. Let me know if there is ever a moment." - @alectocarrowx

Estelle Delacour, a witch that she had witnessed prove that she was for the cause many times, despite what her traitorous brother called a fiancée. Alecto reminded herself two separate the two and settled on allowing the witch in front of her prove her worth.

"I think we both know who put together this wedding," a faint smile painted on her lips, taking a sip of the disguised orange juice that Emmeline gave her. "Thank you. It suited us well. We are very private people. I do not understand the need to hold extravagant like this."

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who: open to all where: fulham palace, wedding of evelyn and zafar when: during the festivities

Weddings had a habit of keeping anyone with a task in mind busy for hours on end. There was always something to do, and someone who had made if their task to assure no one was walking about able to be compared to a scarecrow certainly had plenty to deal with. Thus far she'd chosen to remain in the background, helping with dresses and suits that required adjustments. Even so, Leta felt off. This was unlike the other events. Was it the fact that it was Zafar's wedding or simply the reality of a second choice on a list of choices?

Steps near her caused the witch to turn slightly. "If there is a need for adjustments, they'll have to wait. Even I may need a glass of champagne at some point." Her mind otherwise occupied the Rosier twin didn't bother looking around, instead busy assuring the discomfort on her face wasn't all too visible.

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who: @rsrevan where: zabini & travers wedding, fulham palace when: during the festivities

Each word had hit her like a slap to the face. Even minutes after he'd left they still echoed in her ears, in her mind. There was anger and frustration. Wasn't she allowed to be human? To desire anything? No, even when she dared to care about something, or someone, the witch had to end up sharing it. A test, if that was what he wanted it to be, the blonde wasn't all too sure what to make of it. For a moment she stood, unsure if the stares she felt were truly there or simply figments of her imagination. The embarrassment hit deep, not that she cared to admit it. Finally, her feet moved, carried her through the event area until finally Leta had spotted a face that didn't make her want to hide.

It wasn't even a question when she reached out, without so much as a word looked at her brother and took the drink right out of his hands only to down part of its contents. "I think this will be the first wedding I leave early. Don't ask, convention be dammed." The sting of the drink did help, soothing the bitterness she felt. What was the point, anyway?

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It was harsh to think about and even harsher to note and then acknowledge after that Emmeline couldn't bring herself to hate this person in front of her. Apart from the glaring reality that it wasn't her fault, or anyone else's for that matter, she was simply sweet. Now, while Alecto and Rabastan may been her chosen company, the occasional sweet and almost warm person did not exactly cause the brunette's frustrations to grown. Quite the opposite.

"My favorite? Oh, I'm afraid I'm rather plain in that regard. Well, to a degree. Chocolate, always, but I have recently discovered my love for Italian desserts." A soft smile, despite the hints of sadness that were mixed in and almost all too well hidden among it all. "I suppose one could make something happen with that. Then again, my forte were potions and not cooking." Alara was quite the accomplished witch. If one could figure it out, how to turn a dessert into a cake, surely it was her. - @alaraselwyn

Alara was oblivious to the inner turmoil the brunette was going through. A smile remained plastered on her features, proud of her work in front of her and knowing that this would only help increase sales at the bakery. It showed her that hard work did pay off. "This is my sixth wedding for the season. I always have a few more being the end of the year." Normally there was a break in the wedding season, but it seemed to be going strong, knowing of a few that would be happening next year.

There was something sweet about the witch in front of her. She knew of Emmeline, but with her age, they never had any reason to converse. "That is very kind of you. I will talk to him." Eventually the two of them would have to talk more wedding plans. She could only avoid it for so long. "What is your favourite kind of cake?"

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"Oh, so you do keep up?" Of course, there was no hostility in the comment. If anything Clara saw it as a compliment and proof of the other's dedication to the sport. "I do, when I have the time. I try." That was all she was going to say, instead focusing once again on the engagement of her best friend and the one woman the witch could, without a doubt, call the love of his life.

Clara reached for her glass, sipping quietly for a moment. "True, he is one hell of a keeper." Her on the pitch, Emma's in all other areas. And she was more than fine with that. "I have no doubt that your wedding is going to surpass this. Honestly, it was rather tame, wasn't it?" - @emmasvanity

"Which given our stats is quite the feat." Of course Emma kept up with other players statistics as well and Clara was one of the better ones in the league. Emma could always respect another athlete and someone that loved the sport like she did. "He is a great keeper after all." Quidditch analogies were never as fitting as now.

"I guess you'll just have to tell me your thoughts after the wedding." Emma knew exactly what she wanted color scheme wise and she knew Agatha would be able to deliver on her vision. "Thank you. I believe that we will be."

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It had been a choice made easily. When the time came and she'd be turned down a feeling of simply not being good enough had settled. Asking Valeria had simply been the answer to fighting that feeling. Neither of them lacked worth, with each a strong witch in her own right. It was the choices of others that had put them in a corner, each of their own. "It was no problem, really. You deserve to shine just as much."

Leta wasn't sure how to put things into words. Perhaps it was nice to attend a wedding for once with someone not a date, but rather a form of, well, not friend but perhaps at the very least an ally. - @valeria-flint

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Arriving at the wedding alone - another wedding - hadn’t been something that Val had preferred to do so. So when the offer came by Leta to visit the wedding together, she had said yes. It meant that she wasn’t going alone, but it also meant that she was able to get her reputation back on track just a little. Leta was one of the most important people right now with all of the weddings going on right now. “Thank you for inviting me to come with you.”

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Social etiquette dictated that one show up at weddings, especially of those one was somewhat familiar with. Glass of champagne in hand Clara had thus found herself by the bar more than anywhere else. At the sound of a familiar voice she whirled around. "Why ever would I avoid you?"

Her eyes went about as the scanned him, a smirk on her lips. "I don't need to avoid you, do I? I'm either on a quidditch pitch or you the talk of the town. No avoiding on either side, is there?" Curiosity was part of her nature. "I am technically just an owl away." - @rsrevan

where: zabini/travers wedding who: @fcrox

A familiar face by the bar, Evan didn't hesitate to walk over and say hi. "Clara, darling." He greeted her, leaning over the bar and gesturing to the bartender to bring him over a glass of brandy. "Seems I only ever see you around at these events, are you hiding away during the week or are you avoiding me, love?"

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Emmeline's hands moved up, motioning defeat. If Alecto needed her to be here, then she was going to stick around. "I wouldn't exactly call it stuck, to be honest." She rolled her eyes, amused at the idea. "Woe me, I have to spend time with one of my favorite people? I don't think anyone would buy that, Alecto." And honestly, no one would. No one in their right mind, either way.

"I won't tell him if you won't." A promise made was a a promise Emmeline would keep, take to the grave if need be. She observed her friend for a moment, nodding. "Alright, lets get you some food. You can pile up onto my plate if need be. We can swap later." If that was what it took to help, the brunette would do it. Given how much she knew her friend wanted to keep her private life as such, helping her cover things up didn't seem all too bad. She was more than happy to do so. - @alectocarrowx

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Alecto looked at her friend pointedly, in a look describing if she had to endure this painful event than she had to too. Rabastan was off mingling with guests, which was their duty; tedious at it was. "You are stuck with me." A small pause. "We do plan to leave shortly after dessert, then you are more than welcome to fake a headache. Which give it some time, and you might not have to."

Alecto let out a sigh when Emmeline used her magic to help with her heels, closing her eyes briefly. "Perfect. The last thing I need is for him to know he was right." People feared her, or they didn't understand her, which she cared neither for. All that mattered growing up was fighting for the cause, embracing the dark magic, and here she was, pregnant. Rabastan assured her that she would still have her part, but at times she felt his rage. "Food?" And like that, one simple word calmed her. "I could always go for more food."

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Small talk had never been her something the brunette enjoyed. In fact, it was why her circle of friends was as small as it was. There was no running from this situation, not without making it entirely obvious that she was in fact running. Still, despite all she couldn't deny that the one in front of her seemed lovely. If one had to be chosen, well it may as well have been her. "I can't imagine. How many weddings have you covered? May as well say, society doesn't work without you." Ever so grateful for the mask, appreciating a hard worker still coaxed a genuine smile from the former Slytherin.

"I'm sure there will be a chance to wear red. If not simply have Evan adjust to you for once. I'm sure he can manage that." A chuckle that brightened her features. "Red would suit you. Perhaps you could go with red for the cake as well?" Red velvet certainly was a popular choice, now wasn't it? Emmeline turned back toward the cake, silently sipping for her still very much full glass of champagne. - @alaraselwyn

Alara turns from the cake to look at Emmeline, giving the witch her full attention, a smile dancing across her features. "It has been. I've been busy, but this year, the last several months," and she knew it had mostly to do with the Malfoy wedding, "I've been really busy." That was good for her, it was also the distraction she needed. "Thank you. I originally wanted to wear a red dress, but with Evan in a lavender suit, we would have clashed. Black is simple and goes with everything." She was happy with her pink heels.

Her brows pinch together in thought. Alara had never really thought about it. She had always thought with wedding in the spring, he might grow tired of her. "Probably, though I have no idea how it would look or taste."

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Leta enjoyed the other's company, in part wondering if the other was perhaps the only one who understood the pressure and responsibility that came with the type of work they each had chosen in times like these. Much of the wedding season would depend on their work. "Now, I am not too sure about that, Alara. I have plenty of work to do, but I wouldn't dare say it's all that much more than your work." Well, to a degree it was. If not for the fact that she was, in part, adjusting and creating dresses and suits for anyone; from bride to groom to the guests and certainly someone's mother-in-law. There was always one.

She smiled, delighted by the invitation. "And I will gladly accept that. I'll make sure to make time. Thank you, you have certainly made this evening a lot more bearable." The expression of joy didn't leave her face for a second, no. In fact, she was very much intend on looking the part. "I have yet to see the inside of that house either way. I intend of seeing it." - @alaraselwyn

A smile tugged on her lips when Leta complimented her cake. Alara knew better than to try to coax out said compliments, but this wedding season was huge for her shop and she was proud of herself. "Thank you," the witch turns to face the other.

Alara nods her head. "I will be. A few more commissions came in." It also kept her busy and distracted, that she didn't have to get into her head. "I could say the same, you are going to be much busier than me. I feel cakes might be easier to make than a wedding gown." Leta was talented. "I have been good. Decorating the townhome when I have the chance. You will have to come by for dinner."

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Even after all these weeks Leta did not believe her brother could have made a better choice than the one he had ultimately made. A match so wonderful even she couldn't help but approve. When she spotted the witch in question by the cake she had, no doubt left to be had, made, the blonde couldn't help but steal her way over. "It is a marvelous cake. No doubt." The witch smiled, proud of what she was seeing.

"I suspect you'll be making plenty more of these, if things are to continue as they are." If anyone knew the amount of work coming their way from the multitude of weddings, it was them; the baker and the dressmaker. "How have you been?" - @alaraselwyn

where: fulham palace who: open

The second wedding she was attending with Evan, has his fiancé, was starting to come with an ease, considering how much time they had been spending together and getting to know him more. There was still that hesitation and the dread of getting married, but at least she was trying and no one could hold it against her.

She stood where the cake was displayed, proud of her work, once more, a few more orders had been put in and it was coming her busy. "I have to say, this might be one of my finest jobs." A smile seeps on her lips. "What do you think?"

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Whatever it may have been, the whole event seemed over the top. Much like most weddings and still, this one seemed to be the icing on top of the cake. What it was, she couldn't tell. Nor did she care to. Estelle almost seemed glad when the voice next to her commenting on said wedding event turned out to be Alecto. Of all people, a usually honest voice.

"Honestly, I thought it was a bit much, but whatever the bride and groom wish." A smile that lit up her whole face. "Congratulations on yours. Rather private affair, but perhaps those are the nicest." Estelle couldn't help but wonder what the other truly thought. It almost seemed unlike Alecto to seem so happy about other people's dresses. - @alectocarrowx

where: fulham palace who: open

This was their first event since their own wedding, and she could feel the eyes on her, not that it mattered. She was quite content with how things had turned out and wouldn't have it any other way, slowly accepting what would be of her life. Rabastan was always there to put her at ease and turning her thoughts into a more logical one.

The witch walked around with a glass of champagne, not having taking a sip, not wanting to draw more attention since she was able to conceal her pregnancy still. "I will say, I'm impressed with how this turned out. Evelyn looked beautiful in her dress." Her head turning to the person beside her.

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Had it not been for Alecto, the witch doubted she’d have even bothered. At the end of it, most of the world still thought her nothing but a privileged half-blood. As lucky as that may have been, for now, it would have given her plenty of reasons to simply slip away. It was purely her refusal to leave her friend be all by herself, to fend off those who had questions or complaints. “I know appearances are everything, but I am more than happy to fake a headache and leave.” Her eyebrows raised, almost begging for the other to agree even though the brunette knew no such thing would happen.

With a shrug she moved her wand to the other’s heels, a quickly placed cushioning charm done in an instant. “I won’t tell him anything. Whatever is said between us, remains as such.” A smile. Oh, Alecto clearly had underestimated the way others would see her. “More people than you know appreciate you. Even though I have my doubts they all know what they were in for regarding the wedding. Beautiful, but nowhere near this crowded.” Part of her wanted to mention things with Alara. Another part simply pushed things down. "Have you had food yet?" - @alectocarrowx

Emmeline was another she was grateful to have here, to endure this tedious painful event. Weddings bored her and she hated having to pretend to like those around her. Add on top that she was almost four months pregnant, it made the experience ten times worse. There were better ways to spend her time.

"I would rather be anywhere else than here." She stated bluntly, and Emmeline would understand why. "I do not want to make nice with one more person." She had promised not to cause a scene, but her patience was dwindling, though, she does switch glasses with her friend. "These heels are killing me." She admits, quickly following up with, "you will not tell Rabastan I said that. I will wear heels until I cannot." Heels made her feel powerful. Alecto takes a sip of the orange juice. "I did not expect others to be upset that they were not at my wedding. I do not understand."

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For a moment she allowed her to just remain silent, like a comfortable blanket it fell between them. What could have been seen as her simply listening was simply her trying to figure out how to speak with the person that was Evan’s future. Emmeline herself had simply been one of many pasts the other had left behind. If there was a future, let it be her. Alara seemed nice, talented and polite at the same time. “I believe so, yes. It seems to be quite the wedding season at the moment.” A chuckle. It was quite amusing. Hadn’t it only been a few months in which suddenly everyone had decided to get married? “Th- That is very kind of you, thanks.” The brunette glanced over at the other, cake left behind. “So do you.”

Nothing but lies were left for her to tell herself; lies that it didn’t hurt to be talking so nonchalantly with Alara. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. “Will you be making yours for your own wedding?” - @alaraselwyn

Alara had never really had the chance to speak to Emmeline Vance, they seemed to be on two different levels, not one to quite fit in to the pureblood society, the witch in front of her did a better job at it being a half-blood. "Thank you. It was different." She wanted to say different, black wedding cake, but she had commissioned a cake for Agatha, not knowing who it was for, and there was black. "I am grateful to be commissioned for them. That most don't look down on me for what I do and rather impressed by my skills." It meant something to her, to make a name for herself. "Agatha usually reaches out to me when she needs me. I think Emma and Sethos is next. I have a meeting with them soon." A smile lingers on her lips. "You look lovely in your dress."

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That voice, she'd have recognized it anywhere. How could she not? With the witch being as important to Seth as she was, it would have been a crime. "I can't believe it took you two this long." Emma had always been his love, perhaps going as far as calling the other her best friend's one true love. Life had a funny way of going. Perhaps this was why it had taken them so long.

Finally, her lips moved, raising into a smirk. "Think your wedding is going to beat this one?" No doubt, in fact. Clara couldn't see the wedding of two quidditch stars being beaten out by that of two simple people. Not that the couple in question was simple in the mundane sense. From the rumors this was going to prove to be spicier than most. "How've you been?" - @emmasvanity

status: open to everyone location: fulham palace

Emma was nursing a glass of champagne as she looked around the crowd, a rare moment without Seth by her side as he had gone off to find Val and check in with her. Feeling someone's eyes on her she smiled, wistful. "Part of me can't believe this will be Seth and I next month, it still feels so surreal." Wedding planning was certainly keeping her busy, there were so many things going into it, if she didn't have a wedding planner in Agatha she'd be overwhelmed with the amount of things to do. Luckily she was good at making decisions and knew what she wanted. Still, with that and the move and practice, she barely had any free time left. She was already looking forward for all the stress to be done with.

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Alecto was perhaps one out of a handful of people that Emmeline found herself currently comfortable enough around, having grown ever more selective after her visit to Venice. Of course, the wedding of her best friends had given some room for her confidence to come back, leaving a pleasant smile on her face at the memory. It had been a rather nice event, despite the reasoning behind it. Somehow the brunette didn’t doubt that whatever had transpired would have eventually come to be either way. There wasn’t a doubt in her that Alecto and Rabastan were a match more fitting than most.

“And what exactly is it you really think?” Emmeline never worried about the words coming out of Alecto’s mouth, always more than happy to entertain them. “Here, take this.” The witch held out her glass. “It’s orange juice but I changed the color. Just in case there are those curious enough around to note that you aren’t in fact sipping from your champagne.” A chuckle. Perhaps it was too careful of her, but she wanted her friend’s wishes of privacy granted, no matter what. - @alectocarrowx

where: fulham palace who: open

This was their first event since their own wedding, and she could feel the eyes on her, not that it mattered. She was quite content with how things had turned out and wouldn't have it any other way, slowly accepting what would be of her life. Rabastan was always there to put her at ease and turning her thoughts into a more logical one.

The witch walked around with a glass of champagne, not having taking a sip, not wanting to draw more attention since she was able to conceal her pregnancy still. "I will say, I'm impressed with how this turned out. Evelyn looked beautiful in her dress." Her head turning to the person beside her.