Any smugness she felt at hearing Mr. Foxwood call a party lacklustre was swiftly drowned out by her indignation at his next jest. Oh, so now he was teasing her? The cad! She was here trying to be a considerate soul, helping him, and what did he repay her with? Talk of their supposed grandchildren.
If she had not known he and his brother so long, since their Ravenclaw days, she might have been more genuinely vexed. As it was, she just stepped forwards and subtly pressed her shoe down (childishly) hard on his toes: for all their talk of scandalous scenes, Porphyria had spared him her first urge, which had been to punch him in the arm.
“Fortunately for us both, I am chronically invulnerable to love,” she deadpanned, taking a long draught of her newest drink to show how unafraid of a love potion she was. And Foxwood was only needling her because he knew it would irritate her, she was sure – but she did indulge in smirking back at the latter comment, in spite of herself. “But if anything could tempt me into marriage, it might well be that,” Porphyria admitted, raising her eyebrows in mock-warning and grinning as she tried it out, just to scare him. He’d asked for it, after all. “Atticus Dempsey. It doesn’t sound so bad,” she said. “Will you be moving to Ireland too?”
Even if she had had a single bone in her body that was inclined to marriage, she suspected the thought of the Galway Dempsey Estate and her family brimming with poets, eccentrics and unparalleled dramatics would scare most anyone sane quite away.
If she had not known he and his brother so long, since their Ravenclaw days, she might have been more genuinely vexed. As it was, she just stepped forwards and subtly pressed her shoe down (childishly) hard on his toes: for all their talk of scandalous scenes, Porphyria had spared him her first urge, which had been to punch him in the arm.
“Fortunately for us both, I am chronically invulnerable to love,” she deadpanned, taking a long draught of her newest drink to show how unafraid of a love potion she was. And Foxwood was only needling her because he knew it would irritate her, she was sure – but she did indulge in smirking back at the latter comment, in spite of herself. “But if anything could tempt me into marriage, it might well be that,” Porphyria admitted, raising her eyebrows in mock-warning and grinning as she tried it out, just to scare him. He’d asked for it, after all. “Atticus Dempsey. It doesn’t sound so bad,” she said. “Will you be moving to Ireland too?”
Even if she had had a single bone in her body that was inclined to marriage, she suspected the thought of the Galway Dempsey Estate and her family brimming with poets, eccentrics and unparalleled dramatics would scare most anyone sane quite away.
a sublime set by Lady! <3