Open Perhaps Officially Official

[Aonghas Fergusson]

Aonghas had asked Katia to come to the yuleball with him, though in their relationship it felt very much a formality. But he knew it was a good thing to always be asking her. In fact given that their plans were soon to come together and Aonghas didn’t feel like wasting much more time, he was thinking about asking her if she wanted to make it more official. He didn’t have a ring of course, he would need to ask his parents to get one, and he had an idea of how he wanted it to look. But he found himself at the Yuleball, his father had sent him a new kilt with the clan Fergusson tartan but he hated wearing it in amongst a sea of dress robes. He was looking to have a little distraction for the evening, and knew it would come best with Katia. He had told her, he’d be at the snack table when she got to the hall, as he always tended to be. It was his favourite area of the room, if only because dancing wasn’t of much interest to him and the drinks were all generic. He was sure Katia would be there soon. ​

 

[Katia Hensel]

Katia Hensel made sure that her hair was completely perfect. The Ravenclaw noticed that she was making sure that she looked her best, anytime she was going to see Aonghas. If she was not, then she would not wear make up or pay much attention to her hair. Her outfit was classy, simple but also just spilled her status. She made her way to the Great Hall in her heels, which she mastered walking in just for the night. She walked into the Great Hall, and moved passed people to get to Aonghas. It was hard not to miss with that skirt. Wait, that was a kilt. She had to remember where he was from. Katia looked over the snacks and scoffed, "My family's oldest elf can make better food than this." She reached out and took a cookie, before turning her golden eyes to the dance floor. The older she got, the more she hated dancing.​

 

[Aonghas Fergusson]

Aonghas spotted his future wife as she approached him. She was beautiful, she had the fiery red hair which he knew would doom all their children to being the same ginger colour. But she was beautiful. She was graceful, a true heir to her family, nothing like he was. He laughed lightly at her words, ”Ah’m a simple man, ah’ll eat anythin’” he joked with her, keeping a light smile. He had only ever come to these events for the snacks, but he didn’t doubt that the elves in her family cooked far better. ”Dae ye wanna dance?” he held out a hand to her and gave a little smile. ”Ah mean we need the practice fae our weddin’ dance right?” he joked lightly.​