Mr. Daniel Perfect II
May 24, 2010 2:47 PM
Etiquette Lessons for Cassy by Mr. Daniel Perfect II
There was no way, absolutely no way, that Daniel was going to sit at the Pecari table. Holly was a Pecari and even she didn't sit there unless it was a special feast and she thought it was her Prefectly duty to sit with the rest of her House. If the half-siblings ever wanted to sit together (which was very rare and only ever happened in the case of major drama on the home front), they sat at the Aladren table through mutual agreement.And since this was, in fact, a tutoring session, he felt more than justified in his decision to insist that they sit with his House instead of Cassy's. He'd disrupted his pattern for Charlie, when he thought they might be dating, but he had no such confusion now, and Crotalus was almost as good as Aladren anyway. It hadn't been a chore to sit there. Daniel suspected some days that if he drank the sorting potion again today, he'd turn red instead of blue.
Not that he'd admit as much to anyone. He liked being an Aladren, even if being Daniel Nash II of Aladren felt as much like an act sometimes as being Nate Bealer did.
But that wasn't currently important. It was important, certainly, but it was a mental health concern that had waited this long; it could wait a few hours, days, weeks, months, years more before he had to address it. So far, it was not interfering in his ability to lead a normal life (as much as Danny Nash, muggleborn son of Dan Nash and Kathleen Burbridge, could have a normal life anyway) so the time to deal with it was not now.
Now was about Cassy Brooks and her table manners. Which would be taught at the Aladren table. But first . . . a formal invitation.
He waited near the Pecari table for her to arrive for dinner. He wore a three piece suit, not quite the same one he'd worn for the ball, but equally as formal. He'd thought about wearing the fedora, but decided the suit was already more muggle than was entirely appropriate for Cassy's purposes. But he wanted to stand out as unusually formal and figured this would do it. Add in a very straight posture that was already making his back sore, and freshly trimmed hair and nails, and he made up for his lack of formal wizarding robes.
When he saw Cassy arrive, he approached and gave her a crisp bow. "Miss Brooks. Would you care to join me at the Aladren table for dinner?" He'd hold off his critique of her entrance until they were seated. He was trying to teach her manners, after all. Still, he took note of everything from her carriage to the amount of dirt under her fingernails.
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May 26, 2010 3:10 PM
Re: Etiquette Lessons for Cassy by Anonymous
Cassy, being the person she is, was never nervous. She's been scared before. When she had learned her mother was dying, she was scared for both her mother and the life she would have without her, the one with her father and her stepmother. She was scared when she first started playing Quidditch, but beyond that point it was a breeze. Now, she was neither scared or nervous.It just wasn't the time. Sure, she was a bit hesitant when it came to the lesson she would no doubt receive from Mr. Perfect soon enough, but she wasn't about to back down. She wanted to shove the etiquette lessons in Vivian's face and show she could be a proper lady. The fact was, she didn't want to be.
So in preparation for the lesson, she tried her best to clean up a bit. She had to recall the little she had ever payed attention to in Vivian's own lessons, so all she could remember was how to dress and the regular hygiene skills.
She had showered (of course she did this regularly, but with how much she practiced Quidditch she just got dirty again.) and brushed her regularly short, and knotted hair the best she could. It looked neat, but like a boys haircut. She wasn't about to grow her hair out, either. For dress, she wore some brown wizarding robes (the color of Pecari, naturally) made of silk and satin, so it was nice and nothing too flashy. Underneath she wore some slacks and a white blouse, muggle clothing but nice and comfortable.
Well, she was as ready as she would ever be, Cassy thought glumly as she slipped on some flats. She wasn't about to wear heels. She was as majestic in air as a mermaid was in water, but in heels she could kill someone by simply falling. She was terribly clumsy that way. She walked into the Cascade Hall and sat at her table, where people were staring at her. She never wore clothing like this, and it made her seriously uncomfortable. Looking away, she was about to eat something when someone, and she had a pretty good idea who it was, approached her.
"Miss Brooks. Would you care to join me at the Aladren table for dinner?"
She winced. She was never going to make it. This was just too weird for her! Still, she put on her best smile, which was weak, at best, and said,
"I would love too." She ignored the others who were no doubt staring at them. This was just a lesson on etiquette. If they thought this was more, she would sock them in the face. She made a move to stand. His move, she supposed.
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Cassy Brooks
May 26, 2010 3:11 PM
Of course it's me, I just forgot to add my name.... (nm) by Cassy Brooks
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Daniel
June 01, 2010 8:54 PM
A proper lady does require someone else to introduce her. by Daniel
Daniel studied Cassy's appearance. It could use some refinement, but it was a good start. He nodded once in approval, not wanting to come across as too critical too quickly. He escorted her back to Aladren and pulled out a chair for her to sit in. "Proper ladies allow a gentleman to pull out their chairs for them," he commented as he did so."It makes them feel useful," he added, with a wry look, because they were doing this not so Cassy could fit into a blueblooded society, but as self-defense. Besides, Daniel didn't count himself as a 'gentleman' and so he didn't feel included in the insult. Actors were celebrities, not high society.
Once she was seated, he sat down across from her. "I assume you won't be required to set the table, right? I can skip right to how to eat properly?"
OOC: I've dropped you a letter at Wedded to Sonora.
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