Never one to follow, Marie had foregone the ubiquitous tulle and sequins for a scarlet mini dress- custom Dolce and Gabbana, obviously. She made her entrance half an hour after the ball had commenced, smirking slightly. “The ones in Venezia are better.” It was a pack tradition to hold an opulent masquerade every year, and Marie had grown to have rather high expectations for them.
“I bet the Venetian balls are exquisite. I’d love to go one year.” Klaire commented smiling at the woman in red before taking a sip of her drink.
The youngest Herondale didn’t take long to get ready. Her really curly hair was up into a side updo while her lips were some light nude color and her eyes matched the color of the blue, thigh dress which was transparen on some places. She loved it, she bought it once but never had the chance to wear it. It was something completely different from what people were used to seeing her in. It was color, not just black. The mask was adjusted carefully and her head was held high as she walked confident into the trainings room looking around for familiar people, her heals clicking on the ground. It’s been long since such an event and Kat planned on spending it and enjoying it, hopefully without any interruptions.
Klaire saw the shadowhunter from the minute she walked into the door, the runes and bright red hair giving her identity straight. Not doing anything Klaire walked up to the shadowhunter saying “You look lovely Kat. The blue really suits you.”
Matt had been walking around the decorated training room, even if he didn’t actually train much he could barely recognize the room and it was weird. He would have never have pictured the room like this, it was a pleasant surprise especially after the past two years. Walking around, he found the table with the drink, pausing for a moment to adjust his mask a little he noticed someone standing next to him. “Would you like me to pour you a drink?” he offered before looking at the array of choices, “I don’t even know what drink’s there are.”
Klaire smiled at the vampire “Um, go on then. Might as well have a drink.” She was a bit cautious of drinking alcohol, the last couple of times hadn’t been fun. Shaking the memories from her mind the warlock focused on the ball, and having a great time. “I don’t mind what drink. Surprise me.”
Ravens and Writing Desks 