————𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷 𝐴𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐻𝑌 ⁂I’ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ I ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ. Wʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ I ʙᴇ ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?⁂ 𝐿𝐴𝐷𝑌 𝑂𝐹 𝐿𝐸𝐼𝑆𝑈𝑅𝐸————

“I need you to chaperone me tonight. At the opera. My friend as well.” Words were short, simple as she stood before her brother, arms folded behind her back. @Kit__HP

the golden blond hair of the male, his very face causing her lips to fall to a frown. @FelixSpencer_HP

figure she was heading right for. She hadn’t even the time to move out of their way before she slammed right into them, a quiet 𝑜𝑜𝑓 escaping her. “Oh— oh I did not see you there, I am so sorr— oh. It’s you.” Niceties were quick to dissolve the moment her eyes fell upon-

A drink. She needed a drink. Where the bloody hell were the trays? A huff escaped Astrid as she made her way through the crowd, her patience slowly dwindling with each careless, drunken bump from a guest. Looking over her shoulder for her brother, she hadn’t even noticed the

“You’re lucky I am so inclined to compliments. I think I shall keep you around a while longer.” A quick wink was given as she plucked that glass from his hand.

It was hard— very hard to try and hide that smile that crept upon her lips. She gave a simple, halfhearted roll of her eyes before having off his words. “Hush, you. You only mean to make me blush. I won’t have it.”

You—

“How long are we to be here?” Astrid grumbled from behind her glass, a sideways glance shot to her brother. @Kit__HP

“Should we compare dance cards?” There was almost a tone of boredom as she stood beside a newfound friend. It had been at least a month now with Lady Abraham’s acquaintanceship on her list after a dinner party at the Pontmercy’s home. @Emma__HP

A Bedford Christmas Ball outfit

She could be found in the Hastings home, seated at the piano beside @Cecilia__HP as they practiced a duet together.

She could be found standing beside her brother as he talked to someone, searching for a passing tray of wine within in the crowd.

man is dead! It’s not like you’re getting your inheritance now!” As nice as Hemlock had been, it wasn’t home. Not hers. Hands fell to rest at her hips, a raging gaze stuck on her brother across the room. @Kit__HP

I want to go 𝐻𝑂𝑀𝐸 !” The crashing of her teacup against the wooden floor matched the shrillness of her yelling. They had been going at it for some time now, one comment escalating to a screaming match. “This is ridiculous being here! What’s the point? It’s not like the-

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Another glass of champagne was reached for . She would need more.

“Do you know any of these people?” A usually even, distant almost, expression had been planted upon Astrid’s features as she looked out across the ballroom. Countless had been unknown to the eye without a name, while very few so vaguely seemed familiar. @Kit__HP

// more French court gown vibe but you get it !

the ballroom, her arm draped effortlessly with her brothers as the elegant curvature of her neck raised with the regal lift of her chin. An interesting night indeed.

as she had been lead by her brother through the colossal halls of the illustrious house. The first sighting of the Abernathy family in years in England and the future Greengrass heir, it was sure to be an interesting night. Astrid cared not though as she strutted assuredly to-