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After the success of the last year, I bring you...
The second year of hosting Weekend with the Grays, 2k22 edition!!
Same ball, different prompts, new guests...
Now, here are some rules:
Keep it PG!! Since NSFW content may be triggering to many and it's Christmas!! There will be time for horny jail in February
Ship and let others ship
Be respectful. It costs 0£ not to be a jerk
Everyone is welcome!!
No one is forced to participate
You can join any day!! Even if you post only one (1) day, I'll still appreciate it!!
Ofc, the new tag will be #wwtg22 !!
And now, the prompts...
5th of December: You Are Cordially Invited...
You've received an OWL from Lady Gray! Is it your second time? Or maybe your first? How do you feel? Will you attend... or not?
6th of December: The Welcome Ball 2.0
The iconic ball that will begin all! What are you wearing? Are you bringing a date... or will you get one when you come in? Who are you dancing with? Don't forget to greet and thank the Lady Gray for her generosity...
7th of December: Sleigh, skate, go!!
Lady Gray's prized lake is frozen because of the winter... But the show must go on!! Will you sleigh, skate on the lake or just start a snowball fight?
8th of December: Supper time at Winbourne
You will be dining in Lady Gray's spectacular dinner party. What are you wearing? Who will she sit you next with? And after the men smoke their cigars and the women retreat to their special room, will you be smoking and chatting... Or gossiping with Lady Gray? Was the food at least good?
9th of December: Whist, sleepover and whispers
While Lord Gray hosts the men with a game of whist, the women reunite with Lady Gray for a sleepover where they'll play various games. And remember, the staff are a big gossip, so tread carefully, especially at night...
10th of December: The Fair of Winbournshire
The people of the estate's village has built a beautiful fair with every kind of game and foods! Are you playing the games, shopping or trying on the foods? You didn't hear it from me but... this could be an amazing time to sneak out with your beau... As long as it's away from the village. The common folk are worse gossips than the staff, for sure...
11th of December: Masquerade Ball
The Lady Gray has prepared a second ball: a masquerade one! Prepare your mask and dance away with a Beau... Or two! I heard she has a beautiful gazebo and a greenhouse where, at midnight, its rarest flower blooms as the fountain's relaxing sound makes the experience magical... Not to mention is a very secluded place 😜
12th of December: Lunchtime and Goodbye
Every event has an ending... Eat a delicious send-off lunch with the Grays and a good-bye to your beau... For now 😉 and don't forget to bid your generous host good-bye as well!!
Tagging a few peeps:
@cursebreakerfarrier @gcldensnitch @gaygryffindorgal @camillejeaneshphm @potionboy3 @kc-and-co @the-al-chemist @lifeofkaze @whatwouldvalerydo @nelabelievesindragons @magicallymalted @thatravenpuffwitch @kathrynalicemc @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @cursed-herbalist
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Weekend with the Grays 2022
Day 1 - You are cordially invited
Hosted by @endlessly-cursed
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Letter of acceptance by Abraham Alden
Letter of acceptance by Oscar Erdstern
Letter of acceptance by Violette Durand
#have fun decoding oscars handwriting lmao#also sneak peak of the alden coat of arms 🫣#wwtg22#abraham alden#oscar erdstern#violette durand#my ocs#hphl#hogwarts legacy#my edits
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Weekend with the Grays: Sleigh, skate, go!
Being an outstanding ballerina came in handy for Selina. The Fawley girl enjoyed herself on the ice and did many jumps as if she was on the dance floor. She wore white from head to toe, making her feel like as if she was one of the snowflakes that were falling. The frozen lake and scenary around them were gorgeous and Selina had to admit: she enjoyed being there.
In the meantime, Nadia Erbland wasn't feeling that well. She had a terrible headache so she excused herself and decided to stay in her chamber.
Event hosted by @endlessly-cursed.
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Weekend with the Grays 2022
5th of December; You Are Cordially Invited…
Julian and Danica are having a conversation about the letter he has received, and it seems that Danica has other plans in mind. Will this be the last we see of her regarding the event? 👀
Danica belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier
Thank you for hosting this event @endlessly-cursed!
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𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈 → Day 2: The Welcome Ball 2.0
Event by @endlessly-cursed, who also owns Prim (and Adonis)
8:01 pm
“Mr. Devlin, William. You’re the first to arrive,” Prim exclaims, offering him a smile.
“The ball begins at 8 pm,” William responds.
“You’ve never liked when they tell you an event begins at one time, but the expectation is to arrive later.”
“It makes no sense. Why not just say it begins at the later time?”
“Well, have a nice time. And, save me a dance, I suppose.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
“That may be, but as I know you, you’ll leave a third of the way through. Do know, though, that I won’t tolerate anyone saying negative things about you, William.”
His lips quirk up in a half-smile. “You cannot control it all, Prim.”
“Ah, I know. But do try to enjoy yourself.”
“I shall endeavor to enjoy myself tonight. If no one makes mention of our dissolved engagement, then it shall at least be partly successful.”
“Ah, that farce. Do not remind me, but we are to show that it has not impacted relations between our titles. I still cannot believe how long these legal proceedings are taking.”
“Yes,” William sighs. “I know.”
9:15 pm
Simon surveys the crush as he makes his way towards the host and hostesses, like a good earl and a good third son. He stops for a word or two with many of his fellow peers, asking him about his opinions on this or that. Not that the words of a teenaged earl mean much to them, but they’ll likely spread the word about the reclusive earl of Wexford’s politics. And be repulsed by most of what he decides to champion, not that he has a seat in Parliament as he’s a peer of Ireland and not one selected to serve in government.
“Lord Gray. Lady Gray. Miss Gray,” Simon says, offering a quick bow once he approaches the family.
“Lord Wexford. How nice it is for you to attend. We missed you last year,” Lord Gray says.
“Ah, yes. Something came up that could not be ignored. I apologize that my regrets came so late.”
“Don’t worry about it, Wexford. I’m sure that everyone here shall find you infinitely fascinating. The reclusive earl of Wexford, finally showing his face at a society event.”
“You grant me too much intrigue. I am not nearly as interesting as one would think. The rumors have gotten a little out of hand.”
Simon doesn’t know how much the viscount or his daughter knew about the rumors. Well, specifically the horrifying rumor that stated that Simon had been the one to set the fire that had killed his entire family. That one was probably the result of Horace wanting to keep Simon hidden… and probably because Horace was still itching to get his greasy fingers on Simon’s title. Therefore, the fewer people knew Simon, the better, in Horace Dormer’s view.
9:47 pm
Minerva slips through the crowd, ducking beneath arms until she nearly runs smack into Adonis Demiurgos’s back. Her arms fly out, as she steadies herself. In that moment, though, Adonis turns around and Minerva loses whatever balance she had had previously garnered. The momentum has her falling forward, but his arms come forward, landing on her shoulders to steady her.
“Are you alright, Minerva?” he asks, his hands lingering on her shoulders.
“I’m fine,” Minerva replies, studying his face and appearance. There’s something different about him, but she cannot place what it is. “I was going to say hello to our hostess. My mother would have my head if I breached that protocol.”
“How is your family?”
“They’re good. Ned’s at home dealing with something or other. I didn’t pay attention to what it was. Ned rambles too much for my taste when it comes to that.”
Adonis laughed softly. “Well, I wouldn’t want your mother to have your head, so I’ll let you go… but before you do, could I get a dance?”
“A dance?”
“Yes, you know, what they do when music plays.”
“I know what a dance is, you clodpole.”
Adonis shakes his head, a small smile forming on his lips.
10:24 pm
“Thank you for adhering to my wishes about the Gryffindor Lynch boy, Prim,” Niamh says, upon finally having a moment with her fellow Ravenclaw.
“I wouldn't pressure you. I admire your dedication to establishing a career first, Niamh. And, the Lynch brothers both declined, something about other plans,” Prim replies.
“I suppose I’m just lucky that my parents are supportive of my plan and aren’t pressuring me to marry.”
“Yes, I’d say you are. What are your plans? I cannot believe we have never discussed that.”
“My plan is to become an auror.”
“Wow. I wish you the best of luck, but I’m sure this type of conversation will come up again.”
“I suppose it will,” Niamh says. “Also, this has been quite a lovely hall. I must admit, though, that I am a bit out of my depths. A Catholic farm girl from Mayo isn’t necessarily someone you imagine at a hall.”
“Thank you. And you fit in just as well as everyone else, even if you are a Catholic farm girl from Ireland.”
#weekendwiththegrays#wwtg22#william devlin#simon battersea#minerva kennedy#niamh kelly#adonis demiurgos#aderva#minerva x adonis#hphl#hogwarts legacy#my ocs#other people’s ocs#my aesthetic#my writing#hope the little aderva scene makes up for not being able to write their meetcute#and the idea is that both lord gray & lord carlisle are covering their asses when dissolving the marriage contract to avoid suing#because even though it was fairly mutual they both want be covered#also that they didn’t really do any events together that summer so now at this event they need to put on that face
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Weekend with the Grays 2022: day 03
7th of December; Sleigh, skate, go!
Vinnie Wakefield is a lover of outdoor activities so she jumped at a chance to go ice skating!
Event by @endlessly-cursed
#wwtg22#vinnie wakefield#hphl#*mine#we haven't seen vinnie in a loooong time#so i had to give her the spotlight for this#ft. timmy c🤣#rip my computer hope u get back from war safe💔💔💔
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Weekend with the Grays '22 - Day 1
Hello everyone! This post is for the Day 1 prompt of Weekend With the Grays, a HPHL event hosted by my lovely friend and mutual @endlessly-cursed! Enjoy, comments and reblogs are appreciated<3
Danny's Letter to Lady Primrose Gray, December 5th, 1899
Dear Prim,
Very little words can describe my excitement for the celebrations to take place at Winbourne! This is my word that I have accepted your invitation and will be there tomorrow. With us leaving Hogwarts, having a ball and other activities at your place may be the closest to that! This is the first time that I get to attend an event like this. In fact, it is one which I can hardly wait for.
My mum showed me your invitation letter when I came home yesterday. She was very happy for me! Rue can be overprotective but she trusts that you and my other friends will treat me well while I'm at Winbourne. All she wants is for me to be happy in the end.
You are one of my best friends and will always be a part of my found family, Prim. I am looking forward to meeting up with you and other wonderful folks at Winbourne. See you tomorrow!
Your dear friend,
Daniel "Danny" Gibson
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my bit for day two of wwtgs!
this event is hosted by the darling @endlessly-cursed
mentioned are noe’s lady gray and @gaygryffindorgal’s henry!
cora, if she was being honest, wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing here.
sure, georgia had said it would be fun, but cora was downright miserable. she had taken the invitation under the quote-unquote “friendly” pressure of her elder brother, but she barely knew a soul here.
she wished she had been born with magic. she wished her parents hadn’t hid her.
no. shove it down, cora. you can’t be a bother, you can’t let people know that you’re unhappy.
no matter how sad you are.
no. forget that, cora. she’s standing in the corner of a room, looking quite despondent, and once again not knowing a soul.
she knows lady gray, of course, and georgia, but they’re different. she doesn’t know anyone who would deign to speak to her, some squib who doesn’t understand the things they joke about, the people they know. lord, she’s barely seventeen!
oh, there goes lady gray now, but before cora can reach out and ask her for introductions she’s been whisked away without a second glance.
no one has ever really spared a second glance.
but nevermind that. she needs to make friends, she needs to make connections, she needs to find a husband-
a traitorous part of her wants to run. wants to run from these people who wouldn’t care, who would be glad that she’s gone.
a man approaches and she shrinks away, just for a moment, before straightening and dusting herself off. merlin, she’s a disaster. no wonder no one has bothered to speak to her, to look twice.
the man looks, and keeps looking. drinking in every aspect of her like she’s a prize, like she’s something in a shop window, and cora feels as if she’s about to vomit.
the man leers, and steps closer, and suddenly she’s pressed against a wall and there’s nowhere to run and she’s so stupid because she should be honored, she shouldn’t feel like this. at least someone noticed her. at least someone thinks she’s worth looking at.
he gets closer, and cora flinches again, bracing herself for whatever’s to come, but then-
“did no one ever teach you manners? leave the lady alone.”
cora looks up, into the face of her savior, and he’s lovely to look at. perhaps that’s not a normal reaction, she really can’t be sure, but it’s what flits through her mind.
she recognizes him, then. an old friend of georgia’s. the prince henry, next duke of alderly, and he’s looking at her with genuine concern.
this night had been a ruin, but perhaps there would be a bright spot after all.
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Weekend with the Grays
Thanks to @endlessly-cursed for the event! <3 Deaglán's tagging along 😌
#im not going to be able to participate for all of the days but I wanted to do *something* <3#wwtg22#oc: deaglán herrity#Also I didn't mean for Deaglán to look so disdainful 😂 it's one of the few photos of him holding a letter#hphl
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News Regarding WWTG22
I'm saying this in the discord but I'll say it now: Ever since the Welcome Ball, the activity of the event has declined greatly, and after talking with the participants, I have decided to reschedule the last days of the event, and YOU will tell me which days work better. There is only one condition: It cannot be made on the week of the 24th
So, in either my DMs, this post or anywhere else, tell me which days suit you better for continuing the WWTG22!! I also accept late entries to other days
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WWTG22: The Welcome Ball 2.0; Prim’s version
“Don’t worry, I’m a good enough dancer for the both of us,” she whispered, as the first notes of the waltz began to play.
Primrose started to dance, and Malcolm was still nervous and tense. She whispered “Breathe. Right now, the only thing that matters is us.” She gently squeezed her hand into his shoulder as a reassurance, and kept guiding him, their eyes never parting from the other. a sky blue meeting the blue sea, like Gaia and Uranus found one another again.
Though her heart was racing, she told herself that she’d be the one who was calm and collected. She whispered him to follow her lead and think of nothing else but the dance. He spun her around, and Primrose’s breath caught in her lungs, but said nothing of it. His rather big shoe nearly stopped on her, but Primrose’s quick feet prevented it, and Malcolm nodded her thank you.
The next step was for Malcolm to pick her up and he did, and was surprised of how light she was. He easily spun her around, and slowly put her on the floor, their noses nearly touching. She prayed that Elian was far enough not to hear her heartbeat, that was as quick as a hummingbird. His hand moved to her lower back and dipped her, and she took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. When she came back to him, they were close again-- too close. She could hear him gulp, and she was glad that she was not the only one.
With one last spin, the song stopped and everyone clapped. Malcolm gently kissed her hand and she curtsied to him, her cheeks warm from the activity “I look forward our next dance.”
“As do I. You’re an excellent teacher, Lady Gray.”
She smiled and he left, probably to drink champagne. She could notice a presence behind her, and she quickly spun around to find Henry, and she sighed of relief. He was quick to ask her to dance, as they had done every Christmas. Primrose smiled “Thought you’d never ask.”
The minuet started, and they went to the dancefloor, and the guests clapped, glad to see the iconic couple back into the dancefloor. Henry politely bowed, and so did Primrose, and soon began dancing, imitating the other’s gestures and talking back-and-forth, teasing one another “It’s a crying same you can’t dance with Elian, truly.”
“It’s fine. Last thing we want is to cause you another scandal. You’ve got enough in your plate with Lord Archibald and your dissolved engagement to Mr. Devlin.”
She nodded, and enjoyed the last minutes of the minuet, bowing again and everyone clapped. When everyone started talking to one another and Henry was gone, she beckoned her trusted valet, Ms. Barry, to come to her, “Aye, my lady?”
“When everyone goes to bed, please ask Mr. Goldcrest and His Highness to come here. Lit a few candles as well.”
“Of course, ma’am. Anything else?”
“Yes. Do keep this to yourself.”
“As you wish, my lady.”
She smiled and turned around to find a nervous William Devlin waiting for her conversation to end. He bowed politely and asked “May I have this next dance?”
She nodded, now a bit nervous-- she had done many events with Mr. Devlin, but this time, all eyes would be on them. This had been agreed between Lord Carlisle and her father to show everyone there was no bad blood between the families and that all was well.
The moment the country dance started, Prim sighed relieved. Though very jumpy and with far more movement, it was lighthearted and fun to do. The jolly song started, and William and Primrose started to dance and spin, and soon the majority of guests joined, forgetting for a moment their troubles. William and Primrose spun around, and she couldn’t help but laugh, and so did he. Soon, the dance ended and they bowed to one another, breathless and smiling. The applause was sound and everyone whispered about how good they got along.
When she went for a small bottle of champagne, she spotted the Earl of Wexford holding a scented handkerchief. It had the initials N.S embroidered beautifully and whispered “Missing a certain sultana, are you?”
He gasped, waking from his trance and nodded, fully knowing he couldn’t fool the lady “I was wondering if she would’ve accepted to be here, should she had remained in England. She’s probably to marry a Pasa of the empire.”
“What if she isn’t? If I’ve learnt something this past year, is that true love finds its way back where they belong.”
“And where is that, my lady?”
Primrose smiled “Where they are loved.”
She curstied and left, sipping her champagne and spotting her father talking to Jesse Seymour. A wave of feelings came over her. She still loved her father, but was hurt and betrayed of his role in her engagement and his true intentions. He looked over his shoulder and spotted her. He grinned at her, but she just couldn’t. His confession still hurt.
She emptied the glass and went over to talk to Miss Fawley, who was trying to keep track of a conversation between her fiancé and a guest she was yet to recognize.
Midnight fell upon Winbourne, and Elian was looking for Primrose. When he saw candlelight in the hall, he went there... to find an equally confused Henry, who was looking for her as well. They both were surprised and delighted to find one another there “Elian. Primrose summoned you here as well?”
“Yes. I wonder where that girl is.”
Henry was about to propose to look for her when another candle was lit and a beautifully romantic sonata started playing... with Primrose there, sitting in front of the gigantic piano. Elian chuckled and Henry smiled.
Elian offered his hand “May I have this dance, Your Royal Highness?”
Henry beamed, playing alone “You may, Mr. Goldcrest.”
Primrose kept playing as both men danced in the small but intimate candlelight. focused on no one but them. Henry was smiling wide, and Elian had a small smile on his lips, clearly glad he got to dance with Henry in the end, with no scrutiny. Impossible to miss the sparks between them, who put to shame electricity itself.
At one point, Henry rested his head on Elian’s shoulder and Elian rested his on Henry’s head, both savouring this rare moment. Primrose gave them one more minute, making the song a bit longer. Then, she got up and told them to enjoy a few minutes more and they promised not to leave evidence.
Content to have helped the lovers, she headed upstairs to her room, but not without glancing at Malcolm’s.
Malcolm Stolberg-Burke and Henry of Alderly belongs to @gaygryffindorgal
Elian Goldcrest belongs to @potionboy3
Selina Fawley belongs to @gcldensnitch
Simon Battersea belongs to @unfortunate-arrow
#weekendwiththegrays#wwtg22#oc: primrose sabrina gray#malcolm stolberg-burke#grayburke#primrose x malcolm#henry of alderly#elian goldcrest#helian#simon battersea#selina fawley#this was some sort of continuation to gryff's amazing ficlet and a bit of helian on prim's pov#will upload jadia and aderva's part!!!
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Weekend with the Grays 2022
Day 2 - Welcome Ball 2.0
Hosted by @endlessly-cursed
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➔ Snapshots from the ball
Violette Durand x Deaglán Herrity @magicallymalted
Oscar Erdstern x Zelda Cairncross @cursebreakerfarrier
Abraham Alden x Emmeline Falcon @endlessly-cursed
#wwtg22#not important but Deaglán's scarf is giving me life#why are all of them so cute?#hphl#aesthetic#my edits#violán#violette durand#deaglán herrity#cairnstern#oscar erdstern#zelda cairncross#abeline#abraham alden#emmeline falcon
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WWTG22: The Welcome Ball 2.0- For The Rest of My Life (Abeline)
Emmeline had been dancing with Abe for most of the night, and it was honestly liberating to dance to her heart’s delight without her father glaring daggers at her beloved Abe, though he had gotted accustomed to him by now. As she rested, she spotted her dear friend Zelda dancing with Oscar Erdstern while Elias Cairncross observed closely, a ghost of a smile on his face. He spotted her and nodded her hello, and she did the same. She noticed a pair of familiar hands who hugged her waist and whispered in her ear “Come with me for a moment, my love.”
She turned around to face her beloved Abraham, and she gladly took his hand, which he kissed and picked their coats and went out to the snowy gardens. Emmeline soon shivered and put around her coat, and Abe took the hint, hugging her with one arm “Where are we going, dearest? It’s freezing cold! It may be the coldest night here.”
“I promise it’ll be worthy, my love. Here, put this on.”
She frowned when he offered her the blindfold, but put it on her eyes nevertheless. She trusted Abe fully: he knew Winbourne like the palm of his hand, for he and the hostess were very good friends and had grown up visiting her. She almost slipped, but Abe’s strong arms always steadied her. When he warned her of the steps, she was careful, and when she noticed the echo and the feeling that she was on something made of marble, she asked Abe if she could open her eyes, and he agreed. When she opened her eyes, she was indeed in something made of marble... her famous gazebo in the small lake, candlelit with her favourite scent and with petals of the same shade of red roses as her hair. She gasped and smiled at such a sweet detail, and when she spun around, Abe was on one knee, offering a rose to her “Abe...?”
He took her hand and kissed it “Emmeline, my darling Emmie... These past years have been the best in my life, and not only because of the mischief we caused, but because I got to fall in love and be your partner all these years.” He took a deep breath “I know how you feel about marriage, and I like to think this is the best moment, so I’ll just ask you; Emmeline Antonia Falcon, will you do me the honour, nay, privilege to be your loving and most devoted husband?”
Emmeline had been weeping of emotion and joy. Just like her mother and her stepmother Hestia had told her, she would surely weep of joy when Abe popped the question. When she found the words, she said “Abraham... Abe... yes, yes, oh Merlin, YES!”
He smiled widely and got up, hugging her and spinning her around, both laughing and crying, not wanting to let go. Without helping himself, he kissed her and she kissed him back, melting into the joy they both had. Between kisses, the exchanged ‘I love you’s and laughs, and Abe wiped her tears kissing her entire face, simply overjoyed that she said yes. For a moment, neither of them thought of the probably stroke her father would have, but rather the beautiful moment they were sharing. She’d have to extend her gratitude to the Ladu Gray, who surely made sure this was decorated at her tastes.
When they came back, she ran towards Zelda and told her the news and both beamed, hugging one another. Elias hugged her congratulations and so did Miriam, both talking of ideas for the wedding. Oscar patted Abe’s back, who was smiling impossibly wide.
“Guests, if I may have your attention!” Abe suddenly called, and everything paused, their eyes on him. He took Emmeline’s hand “I have asked Miss Falcon to marry me... and she said yes!”
Everyone whooped and cheered, and an equally cheerful music started playing and everyone got back to dancing, including Abe and Emmeline, Oscar and Zelda and even Miriam and Elias.
And so they danced the night away, happy that Abe and Emmie were about to be together... for the rest of their lives.
Abe and Oscar belongs to the wonderful @cursed-herbalist
Zelda, Miriam, Elias and Hestia belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier
#wwtg22#weekendwiththegrays#oc: emmeline falcon#abraham alden#abraham x emmeline#abeline#oscar erdstern#zelda cairncross#cairnstern#elias 'eli' cairncross#miriam cairncross#eliriam#hestia herron#oc: phineas falcon#phineas x hestia#phestia#mywriting*
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Weekend with The Grays 2022: Day 02
6th of December: The Welcome Ball 2.0
Gryff’s Winbourne Christmas Chronicles: Part 1
Malcolm Stolberg-Burke has a little problem: he’s not a very good dancer.
Words: 1.1k
A/N: This may or may not be canon, lmao
MCs included:
Elian Goldcrest by @potionboy3
Primrose Gray by @endlessly-cursed
MCs mentioned:
Cecilia Balinor by @endlessly-cursed
The ball had barely begun, and Malcolm watched as Primrose and Elian spun on the dancefloor with growing anxiety. He had always been a dreadful dancer, a fact his sister never let him forget. In theory, he knew all of the popular dances but when he attempted them, it usually ended in disaster. It had given him quite a lot of grief during his year as an earl and he couldn’t very well ask Prim to dance if he was only going to step on her dress or toes. As the orchestra began winding down, Malcolm made his way into the field of Elian’s view. He was trying very subtly to get his attention. Prim and Elian exchanged a few words and all the proper pleasantries, then went their separate ways. Elian had noticed him hovering, because of course he had.
“Malcolm,” he said as he approached. “Why do you look like an overgrown, lost child?”
“I need your help,” Malcolm told him. He really, really needed help.
“Of course you do,” Elian said. “Wait, with what? I’m not going to ask Primrose to dance with you on your behalf.”
“No, I can’t ask her to dance at all, because I’m a terrible dancer!” he explained, rather too frantically to his own taste. This was ridiculous.
“You’re an earl? How have you survived up to this point?”
“By being unapproachable and generally unpleasant to be around.”
Elian let out a heavy sigh. “Alright, come with me.”
“Thank you!”
“Don’t thank me yet.”
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Malcolm and Elian snuck into one of the empty rooms on the second floor. It was quite a bit smaller than the ballroom but still sizable.
“This will do,” said Elian appraisingly. “Now, pretend I’m Primrose.”
Malcolm gaped at him. “You’re… I’m not sure I can do that.”
Elian rolled his eyes with a lot of drama. “Do you want my help or not?”
“Fine, fine, alright,” Malcolm relented. “Lady Gray, will you do me the honour of dancing with me?”
Elian, being the little shit that he was, put on his worst Prim-imitation. “Oh, I would love to!”
“She doesn’t sound like that,” Malcolm said grumpily.
“Play along now, Burke.”
Malcolm gave up, extended a hand and Elian took it.
“Do you like my dress?” asked Elian, batting his eyelashes comically, still continuing his terrible Primrose-impression. “I had it specially made for this occasion.”
“Elian—,” Malcolm started firmly.
“Do you think it matches my eyes?” Elian continued.
“Yes,” Malcolm muttered in his most passive-aggressive tone. “It’s lovely.”
“Now, remember, I’m the girl, so you’re supposed to lead.”
“I know how it works, theoretically,” Malcolm defended himself. “It’s just that my feet don’t seem to do what I tell them to do.”
“It’s because you’re too tall for a human-being.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be pretending to be Primrose?”
Elian snickered. “I have no idea what you two talk about when you’re alone, the weather? The consistency of pastries? Or wait, is that too titillating?”
“Now you’re just teasing me.”
“Of course I am,” said Elian. “Here, try being a little less stiff, you’re moving like a scarecrow.”
Malcolm tried and stepped on Elian’s toe. “Sorry.”
“I’m sturdy, but you might want to try avoiding that with Prim, she’s a bit more delicate than me.��
“Ha, ha,” was all Malcolm said. He was beginning to think this was not going to be helpful at all. They danced for a while longer, mostly with Elian leading, because Malcolm was truly hopeless. Eventually, Elian took a step back and said: “My deepest apologies, but I don’t think even I can help you.”
“Am I really that bad?”
“Yes, but I have another idea.”
“What is it?”
“Just tell Prim that you’re a terrible dancer and let her handle the rest.”
“I can’t very well do that!”
“Yes, you can,” Elian insisted. “Honesty is the best policy!”
“Says you.”
Elian shrugged. “The point is, you are friends, you can just tell her.”
“This is different.”
“Then just don’t ask her and sulk in the corner all evening, watching her dance with all the other eligible bachelors who are not unapproachable and unpleasant to be around,” Elian said, helpfully.
“You’re no help at all.”
“We best head back, I don’t want to start any scandalous rumours.”
“Don’t you have at least five of those circulating about you at any given time, anyway?” asked Malcolm.
“A lady never tells,” Elian said and headed out.
“I hate you.”
“I know!”
Malcolm followed him down the hall, feeling not at all better about his fortunes.
~
Malcolm grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. Elian had already gone off to somewhere, probably to find Henry. He hadn’t been this nervous since giving his first speech as earl of Harrendale. Truth be told, this was probably worse. Not because it was more formal, because really, it wasn’t. The room was filled with people he knew from school, and it wasn’t as if Primrose and he hadn’t danced before, but it was very different to share a dance at a school event than this. He wanted to make an impression. It was perfectly possible, in fact, that Primrose knew he was a terrible dancer but had been too polite to say. He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to make him feel better or worse. He took a sip of the champagne and placed it on a table. The night was not getting any younger.
~
He found Prim talking with some of her friends. She looked beautiful, but then again, she always looked beautiful. He pretended to be extremely interested in a landscape painting of Winbournshire when he noticed Cecilia Balinor, one of the ladies Prim was talking to glance his way suspiciously. Merlin, why was he being so fussy about this? He mildly regretted leaving his champagne behind but couldn’t go back for it now. He straightened his back and headed toward the ladies.
“Evening, ladies,” he said as he reached them.
“My lord,” said Primrose. “Have you enjoyed the evening so far?”
“Yes, Winbourne is quite lovely this time of year,” replied Malcolm. “Or any time of year, I imagine.”
“It is,” said Primrose. “You should see the village in spring, when the first leaves come out.”
“I would like that very much.”
“Perhaps it can be arranged,” Primrose said with a smile.
Malcolm cleared his throat. “Lady Gray,” he started. He really was so incredibly bad at this. “Would you do me the honour of sharing the next dance with me?”
Primrose, to his relief, looked delighted. “Yes, I’d love to,” she said, but not in the exaggerated tone Elian had used. Still, he had to give it to the man that he knew Primrose quite well, even if he was unable to take anything seriously.
~
Malcolm and Primrose left her friends to head towards the dance floor.
“I have a confession to make,” said Malcolm.
Primrose looked at him in surprise. “Oh?”
“I’m not much of a dancer.”
She let out a quiet laugh. “Oh, I know, Malcolm.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“And I don’t mind,” Primrose continued. “I’d still rather dance with you than anyone else here.”
That made Malcolm blush. Primrose held his arm tighter.
“Don’t worry, I’m a good enough dancer for the both of us,” she whispered, as the first notes of the waltz began to play.
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Weekend with the Grays 2022: day 01
5th of December; You Are Cordially Invited...
Elian has to be a little shit about a party, while Henry is excited to see his friends.
Elian Goldcrest by @potionboy3
The event by @endlessly-cursed
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Weekend with the Grays: "You are cordially invited..."
Ever since Mrs. Gray passed away, Nadia spent a lot of time with Primrose. She knew how hard it was on her best friend to lose her mother. This whole weekend and planning was not a secret to her. In fact she even helped in a tiny bit to make it easier for Primrose. After all, she attended last year's party so she knew what to expect. When she formally received her letter, she sighed. Nadia felt worried about Prim and deep down, she didn't want the event to happen. Why, Jesse asked one day when Nadia told him her worries. She then confessed how Prim is trying so hard to not break down while in reality, she was hurting. Nadia felt like maybe this party was just a distraction for Prim and her father from the pain. But whatever it was, Nadia felt determined to bring a honest smile on Primrose's face.
event is held by @endlessly-cursed and Jesse belongs to them.
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