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Louis Clement

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PostSubject: The Clement Christmas Ball (Purebloods (of Status) Only)   Thu Feb 01, 2018 8:58 pm

OOC: This topic follows on from here: The Clement Christmas Ball (Open to All)

23 December 2023 7pm - Midnight

After finishing their customary hour out in the grounds of the Palace, Louis was mightily relieved to be heading inside once more. The chill of the December evening -- whilst muted with the aid of magic, but not eliminated -- was starting to creep in to his body, but as one of the many members of staff of the Palace had met his eye and given a small nod to say that it was time to move inside, Louis had been relieved.

Excusing himself from a young tailor -- who was trying very hard to get Louis to agree to using some of his work, which Louis had replied that he would love a sample of his works -- he had found Vanessa with a number of parents with young children. The smile on his wife's features as she spoke to the children about how they were doing with their school, and whether they had behaved enough for Père Noël to visit them in two days was enough to make Louis pause for a moment, taking in the witch who'd laid claim to his heart over four decades ago.

Perfection, many argued, did not exist, but in Louis' mind, they had never had the pleasure of knowing someone as truly amazing as his Lady wife.

Waiting for a break in conversation, Louis moved to Vanessa's side, and those she had been talking to offered him a small bow or curtsies, and a chorus of 'M'Lord' at his presence.

"Bonsoir, mesdames, messieurs." Louis had replied to them all, a warm, genuine smile upon his lips. "I am afraid I must ask the Lady Clement to leave you, the festivities are about to begin... Je suis désolé." Louis explained, and they all insisted it was okay, before once again repeating the action of acknowledging their station.

Taking Vanessa's hand, Louis led the witch back up towards the Palace where they paused halfway up the steps (as usual) and turned to the crowds, giving a royal wave to them all as the music -- and therefore the party -- of the lower classes began.

"I believe we did enough." Louis said as the doors closed behind them after a final cheer from the crowd. The staff came forth in an instant, righting their appearances from any small adjustments made by the elements outside. Snow was dusted from Vanessa's dress, whilst her hair was checked to be in place. A small adjustment -- likely of no use -- was made to Louis' hair, and his shoulders were brushed off lightly from dirt that didn't exist. The staff stepped back after a few moments, and Louis offered his arm to his wife once more.

"Ready to dazzle, ma chérie?" Louis asked, waiting for her confirmation before they moved forth towards the ballroom where the gargantuan Christmas tree stood as the centre piece.

Champagne was being handed out by the staff to all -- after all, Pureblood children did not make a spectacle of themselves. Jacques and Elenore were in attendance ready to meet their guests, Louis' Maman and Papa had even brought themselves out from their withdrawing rooms for the event. Louis picked each of them out in the already assembled crowds of the evening, and the smile on his lips grew upon seeing (almost) all of his family in one place.

Mimosa's absence, though, had hurt him. For some reason, the child had opted to spend the Christmas break with her grandpa instead of the Palace, but Vanessa had assured him they would see the child again soon enough.

And so, as they descended the stairs in to the large number of guests in attendance, Louis readied himself to play the perfect host for the evening.

OOC: This thread is reserved for Purebloods who have received an invite only. Those invited would be of the Elite variety of the site, and those Purebloods who keep in the high circles of life. If you're unsure if you fit this description, please ask Azalea or myself.

But, you say, I don't have a Pureblood character who meets this description, and I really want to join in this event! Well, you can! If you would like to come to the Ball, but don't currently have a Pureblood who fits the criteria above, we welcome you to bring an NPC to the event. All we ask is that you put an OOC note with the following information, so that everyone knows who your family is:

[b]Name of NPC:[/b]
[b]Country of Origin:[/b]
[b]Family members of note (and if they're at the ball):[/b]
[b]Anything of worthy note:[/b] (i.e. a family scandal we can RP with, a tie with the Clements/other family you wish to use in this RP (please check with Azalea and I first), etc)

This will help for a much more detailed RP, and allow everyone to sing off the same hymn sheet.

If you have any plot ideas you'd like to bring in, please ask Azalea and I, and we will do out best to accommodate!


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Thank you to the amazing Ruby for the signatures! <3
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Jacques Clement
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PostSubject: Re: The Clement Christmas Ball (Purebloods (of Status) Only)   Mon Feb 05, 2018 7:09 pm

Jacques had arrived back at the Palace on the twenty second of December in and amongst the whirlwind of preparations that always accompanied the festive season. He'd have been back a few days previously had it not been for a number of the extra-curricular activities he'd joined at University insisting on Christmas drinks, meals and functions for each of them.

Which meant the moment he had gotten home from university, Jacques had been pulled too and fro by the staff, insisting he try this on, signed off on that thing, completed this, and aided with the completion of that. To say he hadn't had a moment's peace upon arriving home would have been an understatement, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

The Saturday had come with ensuring all of their guests that would be staying the night were greeted and then handed to a member of staff who would show them to one of the many rooms that had been set up for the occasion. Welcoming people from across the world with Elenore and ensuring everyone knew where they were to be at the right time.

By the time they'd changed for the evening, Jacques was feeling lethargic at best, but he knew that he could not stop now, Maman and Papa were relying on both Elenore and himself.

As the Lord and Lady Clement moved out to see the masses, Jacques and Elenore convened to meet the Pureblood guests who arrived early. Both of them dressed impeccably, smiles in place, and ready to entertain.

Jacques fell in to step with their Russian guests when they entered the ballroom, moving off to greet them and show them around the vast Christmas tree that had been set up, and discuss the portraits of ancestors that were asked of by the adults. In turn, Jacques asked after the well being of Russia. How it was coping in the aftermath of the Summit, and, subtly, it's plans going forward. The conversation was amicable as the Champagne flowed with passing waiters, and Jacques was quite comfortable speaking to the family, knowing they shared the same ideologies... to an extent.

By the time the Lord and Lady Clement had arrived, Jacques had just finished explaining how he'd chosen his vocation in the Auror field. Looking up at his Maman and Papa, Jacques couldn't help the warm smile that graced his lips. As always, they looked flawless together, his Maman's youthful beauty radiant as ever, beside his father who, despite his best efforts, was starting to go grey at the temples.

That, Jacques reflected, was precisely as he hoped to be seen when -- in a number of decades -- he and the future Lady Clement entered a room.


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Mycroft Holmes
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PostSubject: Re: The Clement Christmas Ball (Purebloods (of Status) Only)   Tue Feb 06, 2018 5:38 am

The traditional winter ball was a normal symbol for Mycroft to know that the end of the year had come. While he was to the most social person he had attended every year since he could remember. In fact, if he was perfectly honest, it was not Christmas without attending Versailles. Twenty years of attending,  this year it was a bit different than usual.

For one thing, his brother had actually got forced to attend. Winston was always a peculiar kind of boy. He was handsome, traditionally so, and even charming. But there was just something a bit odd about him. There were times that he did wonder if he was just acting out or actually a bit off. Had Tess been asked to attend, she would have been a perfect medium between the two.

This was simply because the brothers had nothing in common except their younger sister. She was the one that Mycroft tended to look after and in turn she turned to look after Winston. She would make excuses and make sure that he was well behaved. But this year their father had made it clear: Winston would be properly presented to the other pureblood societies and in turn, their sister would stay back.

It was Sherrinford’s belief that Mycroft would attend as the chaperone as Winston took advantage to properly meeting proper pureblood women and hopefully find interest in someone specific. It was unmentioned that Mycroft was to do the same. To their father, it was time that the oldest children had found at least a person of interest.

The only comfort in all of this was the fact that Tess was allowed to have some time to herself. Often times she would be uncomfortable at the idea of being seen as a piece of meat. In turn he supposed it was their turn. He wondered how she was doing.

But as they entered, he gripped his brother’s shoulder making sure that the boy would behave properly. No words were needed. Immediately they went over to greet the Matriarch of the Clement family, kissing her hand as needed.

“Greetings Madame Clement. Father sends his warmest of wishes on this night. Unfortunately neither he nor my sister could attend. In turn…I do formally present my brother Winston.”


Mycroft Holmes / 26/ Ministry Worker / Single
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PostSubject: Re: The Clement Christmas Ball (Purebloods (of Status) Only)   Wed Feb 07, 2018 3:43 am

[[OOC: I don't speak French and obviously Google translate is not reliable, so anything underlined in this post is meant to be in perfect, fluent French. xD

I also suck at proper titles; I THINK Lady/Lord is what I'm learnt to use? Idk. Just... assume it's whatever's right?]]

Jesse hadn't actually planned on attending the ball. Most of the time he didn't, or didn't need to, what with his siblings and father going. It wasn't too hard to find a reason, but this time, Jesse knew it was vital he go. After the whole incident with the British Minister, and the assassin being found near the Clements boat, his father had been very clear -- they were to make sure not to get too close, in the very slight off chance the Clements had been involved.

It wasn't likely, of course -- near impossible -- and even if they had been they wouldn't have been that dumb as to have it trace back to them. Still, coincidence was never a good excuse to ignore something, and so Jesse's father had very specifically said that the women of the family would be staying away. Jesse, on the other hand, was to attend in their place, mostly for image, and play politics as best he could.

And so, with his father caught up in Ministry business, Jesse made his sole appearance at the ball, passing the customary present to the staff before looking around the room for the main person he needed to find. And then, spotting them, he made his way over.

"Good evening, Lord Clement, Lady Clement," he greeted in fluent French, taking her hand as he did and kissing the back of it. "I hope all has been well? My father sends his regards and deepest apologies for being unable to attend; there has been some Ministry duty that has stolen his attention for the evening."

Turning, he repeated a greeting towards Mycroft and Winston, wondering, momentarily, what they would have thought if they'd known of the day he'd spent with their sister.

If he'd known... Mentally, Jesse pushed all that aside. What had happened had happened, whether or not he regretted it -- and, mostly, he didn't. It was a day well spent, and if he'd known she had been a Holmes, it would've been a day that never happened. The more he thought about it the more he was realising the signs were all there; he'd just been too caught up to not notice it.

That, he knew, had been Jesse. Here, he was Jules -- and he would be sure to act the part he'd been trained to since birth. There was, after all, a difference between the two. The most important duty done for the night, he spent a few moments making small talk before moving away and letting others have a chance to greet the hosts. Instead, he spotted a familiar figure across the room and made his way over, stopping every so often to greet someone or return a greeting, before finally reaching the intended male.

"Good evening, Jacques," he greeted, smiling. They had met a few times before in their circles, but to be able to say that they were friends would be a stretch. In truth, Jesse did not consider many people friends; acquantences he had plenty, but friends were rare. "How have you been?"
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PostSubject: Re: The Clement Christmas Ball (Purebloods (of Status) Only)   Wed Feb 07, 2018 7:57 am

Lilliana Rose Atkinson || 22

Balls and parties had been both where Lilliana shined and where she felt the most trapped. On one hand, her acting abilities were at its peak when she was surrounded by people around whom she had to be simple and straightforward, with little depth to her thinking. Her ability to fake uncomprehension never shined more than when she was sipping a glass of champagne and making small talk to other Pureblood females. On the other hand, that act made her feel more claustrophobic than she would ever admit -- except, perhaps to Christopher.

Her parents had gone earlier with their presents, by themselves, and her brother had gone to pick up his fiance from her house, meaning that Lilliana was left alone at home (with only servants around) as she waited for Chris. He wasn't late, not by any definition of the word, and she didn't even bother to glance at the clock. He would be on time; he always was.

Already wearing her dress for the evening, Lilliana was seated on the couch in their visiting room, legs resting not on the floor but laid out on the couch as she leaned back. There was a book in her hands, a gift from one of her muggleborn friends from school. It had been delivered only the day before, and she hadn't had a chance to get into it just yet. So far, Kant's 'Critique of Pure Reason' was proving an interesting (albeit somewhat challenging) read. Already open in her lap was her own notebook and a pen, and every so often she would pause, slip in a bookmark, and jot down her own notes, observations, and questions. So far, there were far more questions than notes.

There came a knock on the door, signalling that Christopher had arrived, and when Lilliana said nothing the doorman opened it, ushering her finace in. With a very light sigh of frustration -- not at Christopher but at the paragraph she'd just finished reading -- and then, slipping in the bookmark, gently laid the book down and straightened her position, gracefully bringing her feet back down to the floor.

"Would there, by any chance, be the slightest inkling of the possibility that we simply stay at home and read all evening?" she asked in greeting, her tone clearly showing she was joking.

"To be quite frank, Kant is giving me nothing but a head full of questions! Why did Victor ever have to send me this book?" she added, smiling warmly at Chris. Then, pausing, she glanced down at the quote she'd written earlier as if to confirm it, and then back up at Christopher. “To know what questions may reasonably be asked is already a great and necessary proof of sagacity and insight. For if a question is absurd in itself and calls for unnecessary answers, it not only brings disgrace to the person raising it, but may prompt an incautious listener to give absurd answers, thus presenting, as the ancients said, the laughable spectacle of one person milking a he-goat, and another holding the sieve underneath."

Letting out a laugh, she pushed her notebook aside and stood, moving over to greet him with a kiss. "I apologise, Chris; I know I promised not to get into philosophical discussions with you when we have places to be and people to become."

After that it hadn't taken long for her to keep her book and notebook (lest her parents find it); as soon as she had done that, she took Chris' arm and, together, they left for the Clement's Christmas Ball. Arriving at the place, Lilliana glanced around surreptitiously, taking in the people there and everything there was to note, plasting an empty, content smile on her face.

"Oh!" she said, her tone carefree and simple. "It's beautiful, don't you think, Chris?"
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PostSubject: Re: The Clement Christmas Ball (Purebloods (of Status) Only)   Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:50 pm

Name of NPC: Cristina Adriana Valdez
Country of Origin: Spain
Family members of note (and if they're at the ball):
Mother: Margarita Alyssa Rivera Valdez (51)
Father: Carlos Antonio Miguel Valdez (57)
Sister: Alessandra Rennei "Ren" Valdez (26)
Fiance: Adam Ainsworth Blakeney (24)
All are attending the ball.
Anything of worthy note: Cristina's older sister, Alessandra, is frowned upon by traditional pureblood society, as, at 26 years old, she is neither married not engaged to be married. She has expressed no interest in any suitors, focusing instead on enriching her mind and pursuing a career.

Cristina is 23 years old, and has been engaged to Adam Blakeney for the past eight months. The Blakeney family is a wealthy pureblood family from Shropshire, England. Though not common knowledge, Adam, the heir, is madly in love with a muggleborn witch named Margot Hunter, from his Hogwarts days. His parents, fearing a scandal sullying their good name, gave him an ultimatum: he was to cut off all ties with Margot, and marry a respectable pureblood woman within a year, or else lose his inheritance to his younger brother, Liam. The real threat was subtext: the family had ways of making Margot disappear, should he fail to comply. Fearing for her safety, Adam had, within two months, secured a betrothal to the youngest Valdez girl--a suitable bride, in his parents’ eyes. He did not love her, but she was unobtrusive enough that he could live with her without growing too annoyed. She, for her part, did her best to please him. She had very little choice in the marriage; her parents were eager to marry off at least one of their daughters before they grew too old to be desirable. She had dreamed of true love, but that seemed unlikely, so instead she did everything she could to try and make the rest of her life at least bearable. Perhaps if she tried hard enough, made him happy enough, he would learn to love her, and they could be satisfied. Their wedding is set for the end of January.

Cristina took her fiance's offered hand as they stepped into the Palace, parting with her sister at the door. It would be her first time attending the annual ball without staying at her sister's side; her first time accompanied by a gentleman. For that was what Adam was--a gentleman. He was nothing if not polite.

He was never more than polite.

Her gown was bordering on risqué, her upper body feeling rather more exposed than she was normally comfortable with. Her abuela always said her body gave her an advantage--that there was one thing a man was sure to notice, should she ever need his attention.

Adam's eyes had not even lingered for more than a second.

"You look stunning," he'd said with a blank smile, kissing her hand before turning his attention elsewhere. Perhaps she wasn't enough. Or, she thought, perhaps he isn't a man.

None of her frustration showed as she followed him into the vast ballroom, the picture of a perfect couple. She smiled demurely as he introduced her as his soon-to-be wife, and they both went through the motions expected of them. Her eyes were trained on his face as he spoke, hoping for something--a flicker of affection--and found none. He only glanced at her when prompted, and even then, only for the briefest of seconds.

They wove their way deeper into the room, making polite conversation with the other guests as they passed. She accepted a glass of champagne from a passing server, and glanced around to see where her sister had gone. She spotted her across the room, and wished she could be there by her side, as she had been every other year: las hermanas Valdez, preferring each other's company over that of their suitors. They always knew it had to end someday.

She met her sister's gaze from across the room, sent a silent plea. Yo quiero estar contigo.*

Her sister's lip twitched. Esto es lo que recibes cuando accedes casarte.**

Cristina shot her a slight glare, before returning her attention to her intended as they meandered around the Christmas tree to greet a friend of his. It was looking to be a long night.


*I want to be with you.
**This is what you get when you agree to get married. (This is probably wrong, please correct me if you know a better way to say it.)


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