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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 11, 2009 2:21:39 GMT -5
Noelle sighed impatiently as the house elf affixed the last wispy strands of her thick hair into her updo, her foot jiggling. She was always fashionably late, and she could already hear people downstairs, being greeted by another house elf to the event of the social year- The Morgan Ball. Only the creme de la creme of society was invited, and the wizarding world's "it" citizens were picked each year by whether or not they got an invitation.
"Are you done yet?" Noelle snapped, her impatience finally getting the best of her. She wanted to go downstairs and seek out a glass of wine and begin the hunt for her next conquest. Miles had grown boring after three nights, and Noelle was eager to find his replacement. Maybe someone younger, this time...
"Almost, miss Noelle. One more pin." The instant Noelle felt the pin scrape her scalp she stood up, not even bothered that the house elf had toppled over. It was about damn time.
Giving herself one last cursory glance, she decided she looked absolutely delectable- her green dress, the same color as her eyes- showing off her slim figure, and her heels making her legs look longer. The dress was cut assymetrically, the back to the floor while the front was inches above her knees, almost short enough to be scandalous, but long enough that it just barely skirted the line. Giving herself a smirk in the mirror, Noelle swept out of her room and into the hallway, then down the marble stairs. It was time to give the public what they wanted...
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 11, 2009 3:05:06 GMT -5
Not an entire waste of time. Playing the game of studying each of society's cream of the crop in turn, Nickolas was discovering that the event he had oddly been invited to seemed to be both a show of wealth and a collection of the wizarding world's absolute best of society. The manor house was extravagant and exquisitely decorated for the event, and the food - though he avoided it - smelled divine. In spite of the fact that he hadn't warranted an invitation by most terms or in any way he could think of, he simply decided to enjoy the evening. The fact that he didn't know - or know of - the family that was hosting the event was a less than important detail.
Dressed in his finest robes - emerald green and lined with only the finest silk - he fit in perfectly in spite of the probable mistake that had brought him in the first place. Procuring a glass of wine, he wafted the goblet slowly under his nose to inhale the scent of the rich, deep crimson liquid, then smiled in a way as to reveal the very pointed tips of his fangs. Second to blood, the wine was his favored indulgence - and what was being served here was the best he'd found at such an event in a while. No..not a waste at all.
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 11, 2009 3:11:23 GMT -5
Noelle fluttered around the crowd, stopping to greet the people she felt worthy of being greeted- instead of the ones her mother had invited- and though she appeared to be listening intently to the conversations around her, Noelle was completely tuned out. She was looking for someone, anyone that caught her attention... unfortunately, they were all has-beens (invited by her mother) or attached to people that she didn't find it worth the time pissing off.
Noelle was about to retreat to her room in a huff when she noticed an unfamiliar gentleman sampling the wine, and automatically she straightened her spine and made the necessary adjustments to her dress- though she still looked divine without them- and made her way over. Her heels barely clicked on the marble floor as she stopped next to him, taking a wine glass of her own in her hand. "Hello. I don't think I've seen you before." She said with a slight smirk- never before had someone shown up to one of the manor parties that she didn't know. Was he crashing?
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 11, 2009 13:03:06 GMT -5
All of the meaningless chatter had faded away to Nick's ears as unnecessary distractions by that point, and the wine was already halfway gone by the time the sound of approaching heels softly clicking on the floor reached his attention. Letting out a breath that could only partly be called a sigh, he gently cupped the goblet with one hand and held it down by his side, partly turning to see who was interrupting his reverie. The vision that met his eyes fully latched onto his attention, though his eyes were a bit narrowed. Just judging by the difference between her and the rest of those in the room, she was dressed to stun - and the wealth behind it was obvious. At least she was worthy of approaching him, unlike many others in the vicinity.
"Ah, I would suppose not." He gave a bit of a smile, but not enough to show off his teeth this time. No need to scare the woman. Yet. "Nickolas Baxter." Rarely one to show any sign of 'respect' or subservience to anyone, he decided to do it for a show this time by inclining his head. "And if I might inquire your undoubtedly lovely name?"
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 11, 2009 14:02:53 GMT -5
Noelle wasn't impressed by the manners he showed her, because she was used to such treatment. What she was impressed by was the extremely fine tailoring of his clothes, and the fact that he was singularly the most stunning male in the room. "Noelle Morgan. I live here." She quirked a brow as if to point out that if he didn't know who she was, he certainly didn't belong here. But she was more than willing to let that slide. It seemed Noelle had found her next conquest.
"So tell me, Mr. Baxter- just how did you get in?"
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 11, 2009 14:13:13 GMT -5
"Then what a pleasure it is to meet you, Ms. Morgan." Smile a bit pointed - no pun intended - this time, he folded his free arm behind his back, something he only did when interested in something. This time, it was a someone, and that was a rare event indeed.
"I recieved an invitation." He replied simply to her question, under the impression that she was just as bemused by his presence as he was that he had even been invited. "Perhaps it was a mix-up of some kind. I can't say."
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 11, 2009 14:55:15 GMT -5
Noelle tilted her head and smirked, her naturally pouty lips lifting on one side. "Well, I suppose I won't make a fuss... I think I like the replacement better than I ever would have the original."
She took a sip of her wine, observing him through her eyelashes. "So, tell me about yourself, Mr. Baxter."
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 11, 2009 15:09:05 GMT -5
Lifting his goblet as if in thanks - though it was more a show of such - Nick drank what remained therein, then passed off the empty goblet to one of the passing wait staff. Deciding against drinking more for the time being, he returned his attention to Noelle, regarding her with an air of appraisal. "Not that much to say. I'm currently living in a manor on the outskirts of London, unmarried..and I enjoy the finer things in life." The smile he gave this time had a hint of something predatory to it, not helped by the points of his upper fangs, just visible under the curl of his lip.
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 11, 2009 15:28:32 GMT -5
Either Noelle didn't notice his fangs, or she didn't care. It was hard to read the polite, social persona she had showing in her face, but to her credit, she didn't look away. "Well, that's certainly good to know." She gave him the sort of sizzling look that would leave most men panting. "I too am unattached... And do let me know if there is anything at all I can do for you. I wouldn't want it being said that I'm not a good hostess."
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 11, 2009 22:36:05 GMT -5
"You won't hear such blasphemy from me, I assure you." Giving a very confident smile, Nick smoothly retrieved another filled wine glass and regarded the liquid within for a moment. Still not his first choice of drink, but it would suit. "A toast, perhaps? To your very inviting hospitality and, if I may say so without being entirely out of line, impressive beauty?" To say that he was being a very obvious smooth-talker was like saying the sky was filled with stars at night. He simply couldn't act any other away around the very intriguing woman that currently had his eye - and attention.
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 11, 2009 22:40:55 GMT -5
Noelle laughed, a china like sound. "So sweet you are." Her tone was mildly sarcastic, but her slight smile showed that he still had her ear- and her affection. The two were pretty much synonymous when it came to men. "How about a toast to new friends." Her eyes roamed southward of him, the back up to his face, her smirk that of a cat with a mouse. She certainly knew what she wanted, why wait for it?
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 11, 2009 22:53:23 GMT -5
Roaming eyes were something that never slipped past his notice, particularly when his own were lingering on certain teasingly concealed areas that she obviously had no issue flaunting. It prompted a barely noticeable smirk on his part, and he lifted his yet-untouched glass. "As you wish, to new friends." He placed the same pointed emphasis on that phrase as she did, idly wondering how long this little game of stalking would take. Perhaps this was a chance for him to set a new personal record.
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 11, 2009 22:57:14 GMT -5
Seeing he was indeed just as eager to play this little game as she was, she smirked and clinked her glass with his. "Cheers." She finished off the wine in a matter of moments, more eager to get on to more important matters. "It's rather crowded in here... grab the wine bottle and we shall get to be even better friends somewhere more quiet." Not even bothering to see if he was following- she knew he was- Noelle walked across the marble floor, back to the stairs she had recently descended. She climbed the spiral stairs, headed back to her own rather large rooms.
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Post by Nickolas Baxter on Sept 11, 2009 23:07:36 GMT -5
"Touche, my exquisite little minx." Tone damned near a purr of amusement and delight, Nick procured the wine bottle as he had been told - naturally after he'd drained his second glass and disposed of it. Ignoring propriety and the fact that there were many other people in the house besides them, he easily followed Noelle and even caught up with her before she reached her desired destination.
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Post by Noelle Hailey Morgan on Sept 11, 2009 23:11:10 GMT -5
Noelle smiled to herself when she heard Nick fall into line behind her, and she opened the door to lead into her rooms- her bedroom had it's own sitting room, as well, all extravagantly furnished- and shutting it when they were both inside. After a moment she locked it as well- she didn't want to be distracted from this one. "Where were we? Oh yes- better friends." She laughed, pulling the pins out of her hair and shaking it out so it fell in dark, tousled curls.
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