[CHARITY ♥ AUCTION] Stealing Hearts [Violet]

This was not his idea. Clayton Holmwood's mother thought the auction would do their pureblood family some good to their name. They needed to get the Holmwood name out of being bad and putting your son around this would help. Clayton now was stuck there and being bored out of his mind. He did have a lovely number he could hold up if he really wanted to bet, but he doubted he would. He was already stuck wearing a ridiculous mask that made him look like a black bird. He did like the suit and fedora with red feathers he was wearing. His picked out colors that matched a red wing black bird. He did stay wearing his converses. If he was stuck wearing a suit around some stuffy rich and famous people he was going to jazz it up. Maybe he could just go get drunk and make fun of people. Speaking of, some stuffy old guy now was betting on a gorgeous blonde girl. He was pretty gross looking. Clay was feeling bad. Maybe he should bet and try to win this girl so he would not be stuck with him. She was to pretty to go to a man like that. He probably would put his nasty fingers all over her. Thinking of it he shuddered and held the number up as high as possible. Clay's mother noticed and smiled.

As soon as Clay put his number up betting against the man he brought the price back up. Clay continued. Thankfully they had enough money and it was going to charity so his mother should be happy something good would go for their Holmbrook name. The price drove up once more and Clay finally won as the man seemed to back down. He smirked at the fact that he won. He loved winning as much as his potions. They continued with the rest of the bids, as they finished the man in the Raven mask said they could collect their auctions. His mother went off to go do something else.

He went up to the blonde girl and put his hand out, "Clayton." Should he give his last name or not? He was not sure about it. Oh well, he was going to go for it. "Clayton Holmwood." He smiled at her and let out another comment quickly, "So how happy are you that you got a gorgeous black bird male over a horrible toad?" He smirked, the man actually was dressed as a toad. It was pretty funny as he thought about it. He looked like a toad and dressed like that. Plus Clayton got to be a little vain for a second. Clayton pushed his fedora back a little more his blonde hair falling out of the front.

"So I bought you, but you should decide what to do. I really just want to drink and try to escape boredom." He looked around at the people. He could not recognize anybody yet. He was hoping Rose was going to be there so he could make fun of her. Yet, she was not in sight anywhere. He drew his attention back to the gorgeous girl in front of him. "So any ideas what to do?"


@Tess Gorman

"Meat, I tell you." Violet hissed in her friend's ear, jabbing the girl in the ribs. Corset. Ouch.

Violet had adorned herself with a mask, stepping out onto the stage with her hair in loose blonde curls, pinned up by magic on one side. Her dress was dangerous, swooping low in the back, covered in feathers down to her tall, black stilettos. She was a peacock, tall and colorful and beautiful when she smiled so brilliantly.

This party was Valerian's idea, of course. Old family property was well suited for these things, and if Violet wasn't in attendance, showing herself off like a 2 carat diamond on a newlywed's finger, she'd better be dead. He was supposed to be a very good matchmaker. Yarrow seemed to give him enough praise. Violet was absolutely sure that Valerian was Yarrow's true favorite, no matter what her idiot brother said. She thought that she were going to be matched with someone by Valerian himself, on the basis of shared interests. Instead, they were being auctioned off like antique furniture.

Violet felt a bit more like she were being auctioned off to a new purse. Young or old, big or small, she would rock it.

She made her friends promise not to bid on her, even if she were going to someone completely repulsive. After all, Valerian would let nearly anyone in if they had a fat enough wallet. She could be bought by the sweatiest guy in the room. But this was Stringfellow property, and Violet just so happened to bear the name. She held her head high. Nobody could vex her here. As the bidding began, she watched a man bid immediately. A different man bid him up, but he raised. Violet stopped following. She had wanted to stay home. She should've stayed home.

She flashed a smile when the bidder won, and exited the stage to let the girls following her be sold into a night of potential slavery. Soon, a one Holmwood would come claim her as his prize. She scanned the crowd for her brother, and before she found him, though tall as he was, she was faced with the need to interact with the young man who purchased her instead. He was not much taller than her in her heels. Hey, it was for charity.

"Pleasure," She smiled. "I'm Violet Stringfellow."

Violet placed her fingers into his hand, a daintier handshake she thought proclaimed femininity. Not that she really needed help with these tits.

She laughed at his self-centered joke. Cockiness was not her favorite trait in men, but she would let it slide. She was probably a little intimidating. He looked like he could be as young as her brother Basil. Surely it was just a baby face... Lack of facial hair... Something... He was wearing a fedora.

"I'm perfectly happy getting to know one another over a couple drinks." She smiled, hoping her proposal would be enough to keep him happy. Perhaps he just became legal, and was eager to drink at every social event. Perhaps he just liked to drink. Violet drank at least a glass of wine almost every day. It was a miracle all that sugar hadn't settled around her middle. A good glass of Chardonnay couldn't hurt.

The woman he won was gorgeous. Clay could not tell from how far away her dress looked or even her closer facial features. He was proud that he won now. He was more thankfully that this beauty did not have to go to someone who probably would not appreciate it. When she spoke her name, his ears perked up. "Stringfellow. So let me guess, your family is throwing the party?" Why did he auction off his relative? That probably was just a little off. Maybe it was just what they did. Clay was an only child, thankfully. He did not have to deal with any siblings or close cousins and be forced to do things he did not want to do. "Shocking he did not pair you up with someone, but the auction was for charity."

He was wondering if she did not know his father was a snatcher. Majority of people did. His first year back at school from the war it was hard to get close to anybody. Some of the Slytherin's were still his friends, but majority of the other houses just thought he was just like his father. Putting fear into people was easier than just explaining what happened. Now his mother was trying to change the Holmwood name as much possible, even if it meant forcing her son to  events like this.

"I am completely fine with that idea. What would you like to drink? I will go get it for you." As he waited for her replied, he continued over to a table with arrangement of drinks. Clay grabbed just a scotch on the rocks for himself and then he lady's drink. He made his way back to her and carefully handed her the drink. "Want to take a seat somewhere?" He looked around to see if any of the tables were open or even if there was a bench. It would be nice to make a new friend. He really needed some. Finally spotting an area a little ways from everybody with a bench he made his way over there. Pushing past some people and making sure she had some room for her lovely dress. Taking a sit he took a drink of his drink and put his eyes back on the woman.

"Does your family does parties like this often?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

This party would probably be a little more exciting if there did not seem so many stuffy people here. His mother was enjoying herself, but she was a good party guest. Clay loves parties and usually was the life of the party, but this seemed a little to fancy for his taste.