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[ The compliment is nice enough, but shd tilts her head at him curiously making her earrings catch the light. ]

So what you're saying is that you're leaving even though Oren and I just got here??

[ A blink, and he gives her a somewhat flat look. ]

Precisely because Oren's here. I've served my purpose as tall and mildly handsome, I'm leaving my ticket in more capable hands.

[ suffer, Oren...suffer ]

[ Oren is not taking that bait thank you very much! Iona raises a brow to mildly remark. ]

Think of it this way: because Oren's here everyone will focus on him and you can take a break from being insufferable and hang out with me and Gus here.

[ Let's ignore that very pointed truth about him being insufferable, wow Iona!! ]

I'll only oblige if Auguste is fine with me spoiling his night with my presence.

[ He has a feeling he wanted to be alone with Iona...just a hunch... that and the stupid politics of it all, but whatever. ]

[ she was going to offer an invisibility spell for him again, but Iona figures magic should be kept to a minimum tonight. That and it would defeat her purpose of... she's not sure yet shush ]

Alright then! At the very least you can sneak back with us to the cafe to unwind for an after party refresher!

How generous of you. I expect your true aim is to smear my social discomfort in my face, once all is said and done at this party.

[ He has such high hopes... but he can tell that Gus is getting pouty and impatient, so he gives his brother the floor. ]

Go on, go on, don't let me keep you.

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Good enough!

[ She looks happy enough with that answer and takes Gus's hand while waving to Claude. ]

Here we go! If the place goes up in flames you know who to blame.

[ Claude only responds with a mild 'mm' as he brushes by the group, ignoring the others asking him if he wasn't going to leave— that's his business, thank you very much.

Gus, on the other hand, has been strangely quiet this whole time, and remains that way for a few more seconds as he leads Iona inside the great hall. ]

—So! Phew, we made it. What an ordeal, huh.

[ Heads immediately turn to greet the trio, eyes on Iona as people start talking among themselves about who the young master's brought to the party tonight. ]

Well... Let's not get too comfortable.

[Because now that there are eyes on them, Iona's beginning to feel... a little self-conscious. It doesn't show, but Oren is able to tell and so while Iona conducts herself with grace and grants a charming smile or two towards the other guests, Oren stands tall and composed, his usual troubled walk changed to a long stride as he walks behind Gus and his charge.]

I gotta hand it to you Gus. Whether or not I'm here, you're always the center of attention aren't you?

[She says this jokingly because. You know. The attention Gus gets tends to be mostly for his life oops]

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[ He laughs at that, mostly because he's learned to take the attention with a grain of salt, and also because he knows that it's slightly inaccurate, at least for tonight. ]

Me! No no no no no, they're all looking at you, because you're so beautiful tonight!

[ He beams, because he knows he's not lying... ]

[...and then, under his breath: ]

And everyone is looking at Oren anyway, I hope he trips into the punch bowl.

[She whispers back to him, trying to hold back a laugh at his chagrin towards Oren.]

Hey, he can't help it! And for his sake, I hope there's no tripping.

Ah, speaking of which...

[Iona turns her head to look at Oren whispering to him in English.]

Oren, act natural!]

... Right.

[Oren diverges from his path behind Iona and Auguste, paying no mind to the eyes that are on him. When the golem's eyes does settle on a group of people (mixed of men and women), he actually smiles, giving a nod of acknowledgement, his gaze slightly flickering as if...

And then he speaks, smoothly, and calmly, like a practiced gentleman of experience.]

Bonsoir. Thank you for having us tonight.

[ If this were a shoujo manga, there would have been swooning sound effects coming from some corners of the room; some women cover their mouths with a soft 'oh', and others turn mid-conversation to see who everyone's looking at.

Gus, of course

looks butthurt. ]

Is that natural?! Is that natural for him?!

[Iona only replies lightly (maybe even wistfully)]

It used to be.

[Oren is allowing himself to engage in conversation with the nearest group of people (mostly women) and keeping his distance from Iona.]

Think of it this way! He won't be shadowing your every move for the time being.

Y...yeah! This is our chance, Iona...!

[ She has a point!! So he takes her hand and leads her a few yards away, towards the dance floor.

If Iona looks over her shoulder, she'll see Claude, shacked up in the corner with a tray full of champagne, looking so, so, so amused. ]

May I? ...have this dance, I mean?!

[ so suave. ]

[Oren's just gonna take it easy on you tonight Gus... But never again. Maybe.

YIKES CLAUDE. Iona makes a mental note to herself to hassle him into going back to the Midnight Grind with her and Gus after all this is done.

In response to Gus's invitation, Iona lets go of his arm so that she can curtsy.]

If you insist. How could I refuse?

[ Alright. Alright, you got this, Aubert. She curtsies, and that prompts a long inhale, a second to brace himself before he bows with practiced ease and takes her hand to get into position.

Surprisingly, he's fairly good at this. ]

I can't insist— even if you refuse, you've made me the happiest man in this party regardless.

[ He says, and looks proud of himself for landing that line, which promptly ruins the effect. But that's Gus, and he winks at her as the song starts up, a mid-tempo waltz that he sweeps her into with warm hands and a careful hand on her waist. ]

[And so she loses herself in the dance, a magic without actual magic, but the kind that lets Iona feel elated as she enjoys the present moment.

(Iona remembers something again, talking with her mother about being witches; why witches? She'd prefer to be a princess or a queen. Witches sound ugly, scary, and lonely.

Her mother smiles gently, saying yes, they could be those things, but they could always be so much more...)

Although her surface emotions flow easily, these deeper thoughts don't show themselves. She lets Gus twirl her around making her dress glow in the low lights of the room.]

I should have known that you really know your stuff! I'm having fun Gus, I really am.

[ He's done this before a thousand times, but somehow, it feels newer now that he's dancing with someone who he's shared a heap of secrets with; it's cozy, comfortable. Playfully, he bends he backwards for a second, keeps her there before twirling her around just a little too much to be polite. He's having fun. ]

Yeah?

[ His expression brightens like a lightbulb, attempted suave wiped out for the moment. ]

You deserve a little fun, you know? You're always working really hard.

Right back at you. Thanks for inviting me out again.

[As the waltz nears its end, she slows down, just in time to see Oren lead one lucky lady out to the dance floor. She's sticks next to Gus though, sighing with contentment.]

I told you before haven't I? I like making my own fun, but getting surprised like this is a real treasure.

I hope you'll let me continue surprising you, then! I'm good at that.

[ And he takes that hand he's holding to his lips, kisses it while Oren is busy... score. ]

Maybe surprise you with champagne?

[Oooooh, champagne.]

Sure! It's been a while since I've had a nice glass of that.

[Mental note, must take the brothers out for actual drinking... (although she stops herself from making that suggestion since... Well. Oren would lecture her and she remembers Claude telling her not to be a bad influence. Yeah. What she wouldn't give to see their faces if they tried tequila...)]

Champagne sounds like a perfect refresher after a dance.

[ The brothers would be a mess at a modern bar, and maybe Claude might actually get drunk, for once. Terrifying.

Gus is more than eager to please, so he perks up and moves her away from the dance floor, towards the tray of champagne that...Claude is nursing, god help him. ]

Champagne is the one thing we never consider a waste of money. Drink as much as you want!

Turn your back to Oren so he doesn't see what we're doing.

[OREN KNOWS GODDAMN WELL THAT THERE IS GOING TO BE DRINKING, but he's gonna play good cop and let the kids have their fun. For a few more minutes.

Iona helps herself to a glass although she looks a little worried for Claude.]

Are you gonna be okay?

and on the night my laptop gets shafted too sob

come on mai laptop... u can do this

tablet tagging it is until a miracle occurs

plays the Rocky theme song for you!!

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