snow fumes
— 729 — Valley Hall — speech/thought —
“ 10:30 PM, November.11 2026“
“ 10:30 PM, November.11 2026“
Being in the Dayes family meant only one thing, “culture.” The Dayes were always particular with culture especially with the arts. That was important background needed to be reputable to say the least and Angel was dubbed or let her be called the one with the most refined taste that the family has had for over centuries. That was pretty over exaggerated perhaps even a bit too much with the people that place her name on a pedestal. The lass was confused anytime the butlers and maids seem to be frightened or neck stiff if she gave an opinion for improvement in anything with how the Palace, Mapleridge, and the Valley Hall was to be run, criticism was normal particularly with it being constructive the helpful kind, not the ones that are blatantly heckling. She could say so because it was often frequent with how she was in the arts.
So in short, she was passing with flying colors in the gaze of her family. Her parents were contradicting likewise, they too seem exhausted with the constant fear from others. They were not some basalik or obnoxious pureblood family that demanded attention and gaze, her immediate family herself included would rather prefer going unnoticed or for better phrasing, treated accordingly when the time calls for formalities and when it does not.
Her parents, Robert and Gemma Dayes attending to their families. Aunties and Uncles paired with Grandparents. The Dayes family obviously were larger in number. Her cousins were here; Lyra, Isiah, and Vincent in Valley Hall for the birthday celebration of Vasya Dayes the eldest cousin at November.11 2026. Turning just 21 she was an adult who attended and graduated Durmstrang Institution just not a few years ago and it felt like yesterday where she travelled to Russia for the ceremony it was really a pleasant time indeed, would she feel the refreshing coolness and bright blanket blanc snow that enclosed and weighed her boots years before. Magical indeed.
“Angel, dalaga na ikaw!” her grandma Marie guffawed just in character, Angel chuckled softly humoring her grandmother from her mother's side
"Oo, marahil ako nga." she said calmly
"Kamusta ang Hogwarts, anak ko?" she said much more softly than her usual blasting saccharine demeanor which made her feel energetic than usual
"It's fine." she said wearily, winter made her depressed sometimes in stupor but it was unusual this winter. It felt cold and bitter yet unsuspecting and calm like serene.
The rest of the Dayes and Viaros bickered and indulged in various discussions about family politics, about Angel herself, the other family Ravaxidors the closest allies besides the other people in the family circle Valley Hall was bustling. The rest of the Hall was booked for the family and closest for today atleast then back to business. Speaking of the lavish event her mother wanted to make a toast for Vasya, and her father reminded her likewise.
"Colette, ridică privirea, mama ta va ține un discurs în câteva clipe!" he said with a hushed voice
"Right. Am înțeles. Does dim angen fy atgoffa i." speaking in two languages made the swan puzzled, she decided it was of good use because she wouldn't have been fluent in welsh and romanian for nothing.
A glass wine was tapped slightly and everyone looked all eyes were on Gemma.
"Everyone here, thank you for attending this special evening for we are here to celebrate the birthday of Vasya Dayes. Who is turning twenty one. I am honored to be calling her family despite not having any direct relation but regardless she is still family. I know Vasya would be getting second hand embarrassment but oh well! Remember that we appreciate all of you for coming, and to always cherish each moment. Our family has been here for many many years and were glad to be part of your memories, in Valley Hall and Mapleridge..."
The speech went on, talking about the family history and milestones and announcements, alongside anniversaries and milestones the usual schtick. Even if it was seemingly a routine, Angel looked up and listened intently and congratulated whilst the claps arose from the hands of the lot here in attendance.
Everything died down with the usual conversations anyone had in a Hall. However her cousin would be the one greeting her.
"Angel how you've grown!" she marveled while hugging her.
Angel taken aback with the sudden gesture she was unfrosted and replicated the same action.
"Happy birthday Vas." she says with a light tone of relief.
— transitions —
Tagalog:
"Angel your a young woman now!"
"Yes perhaps I am"
"How's Hogwarts my child?"
Romanian:
"Colette, look up your mother is making a speech momentarily!"
"I got it."
Welsh:
"No need to remind me."
ooc notes :: starting this early |
dhampir • lovely creature |
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