Three planners today, not four, because the one Narcissa suggested was all “So sorry, I’m not available for at least a few weeks.” Polite brush-off, but I could see what it was.
Anyway. The first was all hearty and .. well. Elaborate office, best of everything, and the grandest plans imaginable. Winged chariots descending from the sky, tulle draped cherubs, out of season flowers individually charm tinted to match the attendant robes. Daft proposals involving falcons. More than that, I think a number of her suggestions would be security nightmares (and she just brushed past that).
The second one - well, Pomona, do you remember Briony Fleet? She was about a year behind Diane. Not improved by age and all wanting to push her friends and connections. Except that - well, Temp gave me a list of caterers I absolutely must avoid. Among whom were the ones Briony recommended. (Temp has a ranking system of the kitchens most likely to treat their female and muggleborn staff badly, and they’re near top of the list.)
Beyond that, there was something off in her approach to accounting - all the language that makes it easier to hide skimming that Dad’s taught me. And that was before she got to the bit about product placement. All shiny and modern and sharp, but entirely lacking any sense of history in more than one way.
The last one, though - you might both remember Tallie Powell, left school in 86. She’d been doing event planning for Harrod’s, struck off on her own this spring. She’s young, and this would be her first big wedding, but - she’s the only who made me feel like she’d actually thought about the specifics. Us, as opposed to some generic couple. Yet. She is really young. And it’s not as if I really know what I’m doing. And I’m quite sure Narcissa - and various others - will make a meal of it if anything goes wrong.
Poppy: Can I put off my obligatory annual visit to you till Friday? I’m free 3 till supper. And Pomona, thank you again for Sunday. Right. Sage’s here. I’ll be back tonight, if you need anything, though Raz is expecting me as soon as he’s done with duelling club.
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Date: 2012-09-18 10:23 pm (UTC)Anyway. The first was all hearty and .. well. Elaborate office, best of everything, and the grandest plans imaginable. Winged chariots descending from the sky, tulle draped cherubs, out of season flowers individually charm tinted to match the attendant robes. Daft proposals involving falcons. More than that, I think a number of her suggestions would be security nightmares (and she just brushed past that).
The second one - well, Pomona, do you remember Briony Fleet? She was about a year behind Diane. Not improved by age and all wanting to push her friends and connections. Except that - well, Temp gave me a list of caterers I absolutely must avoid. Among whom were the ones Briony recommended. (Temp has a ranking system of the kitchens most likely to treat their female and muggleborn staff badly, and they’re near top of the list.)
Beyond that, there was something off in her approach to accounting - all the language that makes it easier to hide skimming that Dad’s taught me. And that was before she got to the bit about product placement. All shiny and modern and sharp, but entirely lacking any sense of history in more than one way.
The last one, though - you might both remember Tallie Powell, left school in 86. She’d been doing event planning for Harrod’s, struck off on her own this spring. She’s young, and this would be her first big wedding, but - she’s the only who made me feel like she’d actually thought about the specifics. Us, as opposed to some generic couple. Yet. She is really young. And it’s not as if I really know what I’m doing. And I’m quite sure Narcissa - and various others - will make a meal of it if anything goes wrong.
Poppy: Can I put off my obligatory annual visit to you till Friday? I’m free 3 till supper. And Pomona, thank you again for Sunday. Right. Sage’s here. I’ll be back tonight, if you need anything, though Raz is expecting me as soon as he’s done with duelling club.