[Reinhardt Christmas Party] Violet [Rowen, semi-open]

Hyacinth was excited to have been invited to this party. Of course, it wasn’t the first time. She and Rowen had been friends for ages now, and she often was invited—but she knew that not all of Rowen’s friends had received this illusive invite, and she felt a little proud that Rowen thought she was a good enough friend to invite. She stuck closely to her friends, sipping some punch carefully—wondering briefly if someone had spiked it or if it was good for young ladies. She had never drunk alcohol intentionally before, and wasn’t ready to start now. Of course, she was doing her best to avoid her sister, Iris, who was also there.

Iris had calmed down a bit since she got married, but not enough. The woman was ten years older than Hyacinth, but still acted less mature than even Hyacinth was. She was mean, petty, vindictive… Hyacinth hoped no one judged her based on Iris’ behavior, but of course that always happened. There was a reason that Hyacinth hung out with the Slytherins and darker-affiliated girls. It wasn’t so much that she was dark herself, but that she had no where else to feel accepted. She bit her lip, finishing her glass of punch and listening quietly to Rowen talking.

She smiled at her a little when she finished. “I agree, yeah.” She assured. “You should introduce me to more of your friends, I think.” She suggested. “I heard you’re getting close with Genevieve, right? Isn’t she the one who planned the party this year? We should go tell her how great of a job she did!” She had never met Genevieve before, but from what Rowen said about her, she seemed really awesome.

Her head spun a bit. Maybe that punch was spiked after-all?

@Rowen Reinhardt

Rowen did love to be agreed with, but not nearly as much as she enjoyed being challenged. The girl felt like an enigma, hating when her friends disagreed with her but bored when things were too easy. Of course, what she had been saying had been an impeccable truth, and Hyacinth was right to agree with her, so the Ravenclaw offered her an approving smile. Hyacinth was an excellent friend to have; she was from a proper, Pureblooded family, she was smart and pretty, and most importantly, she pretty much did whatever Rowen wanted.

Hearing a bit of commotion in the room on the other side of the parlor, the teenager craned her neck to look beyond Hyacinth and toward the noise. This wasn't the sort of party where things got rowdy, no deafening music, no knocking over priceless vases, so naturally, she was curious. When she realized it was just a pair of old wizards being chummy and laughing she rolled her eyes and returned to her friend. "Ah, careful, my little sugarpuff, you don't want to seem too eager," Rowen warned, smirking at the Hufflepuff.

As one of the staff passed by with a tray, Rowen handed him the glass of punch she was half finished with, only to retrieve a full one from his tray. "Genevieve is my cousin by marriage," Rowen began, sipping on the fresh, icy cold punch and scrunching up her nose as the fizzy dragonfruit flavor tickled it. "And this is her home, so of course I will introduce you, it is expected," Rowen motioned with her free hand as she explained that the lavish estate belonged to Genevieve, and Wolfgang, of course.

"Do you want to fix your hair first?" Rowen asked, even though Hyacinth's hair was nearly as perfect as it had been when she arrived. The question was more of a powerplay, but that was what she had been taught, and Rowen had an excellent teacher.

Hyacinth felt scolded for being too eager, and blushed a bit. She just thought Rowen was so cool and interesting that anyone she knew and liked must have been interesting, too. She didn’t really see what Rowen saw in her, either, but maybe it was for the best. She didn’t want to know she was her friend’s favorite pushover. Hyacinth knew she was soft, but hated to think she got pushed around. She was too naïve to notice, however, and as such she was pushed around an awful lot.

“Ah, yes, I remember.” Hyacinth agreed. “My sister’s a Reinhardt by marriage, too, though I don’t think her husband is quite as prominent as Genevieve’s husband.” Of course Rowen knew Iris. Hyacinth often wished she didn’t have to claim her sister, but she was still Iris’ favorite plaything and as such she was often outed at parties such as these. Iris always found her and made a fool of her in one way or another.

When Rowen suggested she fix her hair, Hyacinth’s hands immediately reached up to her braided locks. “Oh dear, is it a mess?” She asked. “Why don’t you show me to the ladies’ room and I’ll smooth it out.” If only she could use her wand, a smoothing charm would make this much easier.

Explaining the Reinhardt family's hierarchy was second nature for the young witch; she had been studying the family tree for as long as she could remember. Of course, it was required, so when Hyacinth mentioned her older sister Iris, Rowen nodded sharply. "Thirty-seven people would have to die for Iris' husband to be in charge, but yes, I suppose he is a Reinhardt," It was a far cry from the two that Wolfgang (and by extension Evie) needed to be in control of the family, but still, it was something. "Iris is quite blessed to have been set up with a Reinhardt though, we should all wish to be so lucky," Of course, Rowen did not mean that she wished to be married off to one of her cousins, but rather, to someone from a family as respected and elite as the Reinhardts. And more specifically, someone who was not Horus Heyward the Third. Nothing had been set into stone, but the few whispers she had heard before the party did nothing to settle her mood.

At the mention of her friend's hair, Rowen smiled politely; it wasn't a mess, it was still beautifully curled, but Rowen gave her an apologetic shrug anyway. "This way, my dear," She offered, holding her hand out for Hyacinth as she led them toward the stairs and to one of the many powder rooms scattered about the estate. "We won't be using the ground floor level rooms like any other guest, of course," Pretending like she was more important and deserved better than everyone around her was something that had been ingrained into Rowen from a very young age. And most especially by the owner of said washrooms, so she had no fear of being scolded for escaping the party and heading upstairs for some private primping.

"Genevieve and Wolfgang just welcomed the birth of their first child, Niklaus," Heir to the throne, future king of the world, alien-looking baby, there were so many more titles that Rowen respectfully left out of the story. "I'm sure your sister has already presented them with a gift, but do be sure to give congratulations," The teenager rounded the corner of the exquisite marble steps and led them down a narrow hallway. Her heels clicked on the polished stone, and enchanted lanterns lit one by one as they passed by. Entering the sparkling powder room, Rowen set in on double-checking her own long brown curls and fluffing her dress out around her with a grin.

The grin turned into a bit of a devilish smirk as a thought occurred to her, and she turned to face Hyacinth, sneaking glances at her own reflection periodically, and spoke, "Have your eye on any of my cousins?"