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- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Asexual
- Wand
- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Walnut Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 1/1999 (61)
Monty didn't often feel under-dressed, but standing in the lobby of the Grosvenor hotel and restaurant, with its glass chandeliers and floor so shiny you could see your reflection in it, he was starting to wish he'd worn a more expensive waistcoat. The one he had on, a deep purple thing he'd picked up years ago from an antique shop, was beginning to show signs of its age - a loose thread here, a stray mark there - but it was comfortable, and as such he usually wore it to any event at which he expected to feel uncomfortable.
He wasn't sure how many people Rama had invited to her baby shower. He was gratified to be among them, in any case, and would not have missed it had she invited the whole of Auckland. It was just strange that nobody had turned up yet. Not even Rama or Syrus. Surely they wouldn't be late to their own celebration?
A member of staff eyed Monty as she walked past towards the double doors of the restaurant. He turned and pretended to read a notice on the wall. Had he come to the wrong place? According to the notice, the hotel did offer private functions, but something gave him the impression they would have been a long way out of Rama's price range. He read the advertisement again, slowly, to pass another minute. Someone had to show up eventually.
He wasn't sure how many people Rama had invited to her baby shower. He was gratified to be among them, in any case, and would not have missed it had she invited the whole of Auckland. It was just strange that nobody had turned up yet. Not even Rama or Syrus. Surely they wouldn't be late to their own celebration?
A member of staff eyed Monty as she walked past towards the double doors of the restaurant. He turned and pretended to read a notice on the wall. Had he come to the wrong place? According to the notice, the hotel did offer private functions, but something gave him the impression they would have been a long way out of Rama's price range. He read the advertisement again, slowly, to pass another minute. Someone had to show up eventually.