romantic fate (garrett)

[gwendolyn leigh steele]

Gwen hated fancy balls and galas. It was absolutely aggravating and it was something that, fortunately, she hadn't had to endure much of. She certainly had more experience with these events than the typical witch, given her Pureblood status, but she was inexperienced in comparison with her Pureblood counterparts. Her family was not compiled of the Pureblood supremacists. Sure, she needed to deal with these formal events because of her family name. Her grandparents threw balls annually and Gwen was required to attend, though her parents always resisted. As much as they wanted to cut the supremacy from their lives, the Steele's were finding it rather impossible.

Getting dressed up and paraded around was obnoxious, in her mind, but it was even worse when paired with a party situation. Gwen couldn't help the fact that she was constantly looked at. Being a Steele did that to a girl, being a Pureblood came with a certain level of recognition. It made Gwen squirm, being stuffed into a gown and done up, all eyes on her. It wasn't as if she had very many friends that were expecting her. Due to her abrasive nature, Gwen was a bit of a lone wolf. Getting the attention of men was just as uncomfortable for her. No one wanted to be around her for very long. Gwen had resorted to being rather wanton with her feminine wiles.

Gwen didn't want to act promiscuous, but it was getting to the point where she felt like she didn't have much of a choice. She hadn't given herself fully to anyone, but she didn't much hesitate to give herself in other ways. Stolen kisses, snogging in bathrooms, a bit of touching and groping here and there. Still, the temperament that she carried pushed people away. Friends and boyfriends refused to stay for too long because of it. It was getting to the point that she was unable to get anyone's attention, her reputation preceding her. It was frustrating.

That was all why Gwen was thrilled for the Valentine's Day ball. It was a masquerade, adding an air of mystery and excitement to something otherwise boring and dreadful for her. She could allow herself to get dolled up for the occasion, something she enjoyed, but the mask would prevent anyone from outwardly recognizing her at first glance. It was perfect. She could go to an event, feel beautiful, and no one would ever be the wiser. Having the masquerade was the chance to give her a clean slate with a total stranger and she was looking forward to it.

Gwen arrived a bit late to the event, having taken a substantial amount of time getting around. The sequins on her dress shimmered in the slightly dimmed light of the Great Hall. Gwen peered around, gently pulling at her gently feathered hair that cascaded around her shoulders. Eyes glanced over to her briefly but then moved on to other things. Gwen smiled gently, gliding across the floor to the punch bowl. Everything was going according to plan. Grabbing up a goblet filled with bright pink punch, she lightly sipped her drink as she gazed about the room.

Gwen's Outfit