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CECELIA-MARIE HAD TAKEN PRIDE IN being a Rosier for as long as she could remember. She had never felt that the Rosier name was a burden. Sure, it was daunting to be a Rosier and to uphold the expectations but never a burden.
Maybe that was what separated Cecelia-Marie and Sirius Black. The two had never been close as children. They at most tolerated each other and were acquainted with each other. They made small talk at galas and both bad-mouthed Walburga Black as they grew up, but never close enough to be called friends.
Which was shocking with how much time their siblings spent time with each other. Speaking of younger siblings, Cecelia-Marie had been worried about Regulus who looked on the verge of breaking down with stress.
She knew that his well-being was one of the reasons Evan insisted on having Regulus over for nearly half the summers. Pandora and Evan had tried keeping the young Black company at all times. Cecelia-Marie wondered what had happened at home that Regulus looked so sleep-deprived and exhausted. But she reckoned it had something to do with the devil that was Walburga Black.
Having her prim and proper Rosier smile on, she greeted and chit-chatted with guests. It had been long since the Rosier's had hosted a gala. They hadn't hosted one since the summer of 1969. The Rosier house hadn't been this lively ever since and it was a welcome feeling, the feeling of being busy.
"Yes, the council made a massive mistake appointing Conway for the job. The man can hardly keep a wife, how shall he manage to do what Bradshaw could not"
Cecelia-Marie could yawn because Lord Brooksburg had been going on about the same topic for nearly ten minutes and she hoped he knew she despised him for boring her to the point she wanted to gauge her eyeballs out of their socket.
Smiling politely, Cecelia-Marie steps back, "I apologize Lord Brooksburg, it was great meeting you but I am needed elsewhere. If you could please excuse me"
The man doesn't get the chance to acknowledge her excuses as she walks away, stopping by the bar where she was sure she had seen her mother but the woman had disappeared.
"One pear dazzle please, Luther" she sighs, sitting on the high chair as she stares at the endless bottles of alcohol for the occasion.
"You know I can't give it to you, Heiress Rosier" he smiles sympathetically, noticing how tired and annoyed she looked.
"Oh calm down, I won't tell Mother that you served me" she argues causing him to raise his arm in surrender at the hostile tone. She sighs frustratedly before mumbling an apology.
"It's fine, I get it. Brooksburg looked as boring as history of magic classes" Luther laughs, causing a smile to break out on Cecelia-Marie's face.
"And here's your pear dazzle. Be careful it's strong" he reminds making her smirk lightly, swirling the glass in her hand.
