FAKE IT TIL YOU MAKE IT || FAYE

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I'VE BEEN DANCING ON TOP OF CARS AND STUMBLING OUT OF
BARS I FOLLOW YOU THROUGH THE DARK, CAN'T GET ENOUGH

FEBRUARY 22, 2025

With all the rumors that were swirling around in the air, it was no surprise that his parents and the Rosier's had moved up the wedding to this year in June. From what he had seen and heard, his parents had been furious about all the swirls of darkness that was being let out, and they wanted an end to it. A part of Wesley was glad because it meant that he wasn't the fuck up in the family. Sure, his younger brother was getting married before he was, and he was in his twenties while Riley was still in school. Maybe Riley fucking up would get the glare of his mother off him until he decided he was ready to settle. He enjoyed his time messing around, but maybe his future wife would be okay with it - they wouldn't be marrying for love, after all, to keep the Fudge name pure and create heirs.

He fixed his tie one last time as he left the bathroom of the event's location, Madam Puddifoots, and was welcomed by the sight of a few guests had started to arrive. He wandered around, looking at the decorations as he went past, before ending up talking to a few people before finally sitting down and playing with the table mat that had been sat down to add to the decor.

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02.22.2025

Going to an engagement party was so exciting! Faye had zero interest in the people who were actually getting engaged – Riley Fudge and Priscilla Rosier – but it was going to be a huge social gathering of students and adults alike for sure. Turning a blind eye to that was against her base nature. Her hope was that there would be a Quidditch player or recruiter lurking about, which she was positive would happen if there were two big named families being smushed together like this. She was obviously a nobody in all of this mess, but after the previous month’s Quidditch match and the lights out shooting Slytherin had on Ravenclaw, she was sure to gather a few listening ears from interested parties. Now the Ravenclaw team would claim they played better despite the loss, but a loss was a loss nonetheless and Slytherin’s tactics led to a captured snitch first. That was teamwork at its finest, and she was a part of that well-oiled machine.

So off to Madam Puddifoot’s she went with her friends, all dressed for the occasion, though their goals for a formal party were far different from her own. Socialites were only important if they could put in a good word for her or let her show what she had. If there were none of those there, well, she still had the Broomsticks as a fall back plan. Rumor had it that there were always a couple of washed up, drunken ex-Quidditch players there, drinking away their boring day jobs to relive memories with their old comrades and enemies. Those were more her people at the end of the day anyways.

The party itself was…over the top. She had thought the Valentine’s party the week prior was ridiculous, but at least that was a Hogwarts event. This was what real money could apparently do, and Faye spent a long time staring at the decorations. The fact that the entire interior of the tea shop had been altered to allow enough people to fit inside was wild enough as it was, and she was sure she stood out with all of her gawking. After a few minutes of wandering around aimlessly with her group to see if there was anyone else there they knew, Faye eventually settled on a bored looking man sitting at one of the tables. He seemed to be watching everything, so her mind jumped to the conclusion that he was a reporter or something. They liked to sit away from groups and watch. “Can’t be that boring already, can it?” she asked, taking a seat across from him at the table. “I hope it isn’t. As long as the people this is for put on a show, y’know? You always hear stories of bridezillas or whatever the muggle shows call it. I’d place my bets on that happening, knowing how both of them are.” She didn’t personally know Priscilla Rosier or Riley Fudge, but it didn’t take a genius to hazard a guess about what they were really like. The party said enough.

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I'VE BEEN DANCING ON TOP OF CARS AND STUMBLING OUT OF
BARS I FOLLOW YOU THROUGH THE DARK, CAN'T GET ENOUGH

This was the first of many engagement parties that Wesley felt like he would be attending. While his brother was the first of them all, surely Lydia would want a party for her own to celebrate. And what would be wrong with following tradition if Wesley hadn't done the same? His parents would surely want one, and he wouldn't deny them. Of course, if his future-wife didn't wish to such a celebration, he would put her first - his parents would have to deal with it all. But knowing them, they would insist until their blood turned sour. For now, he would drink and eat until he had his fill, make an appearance to make his parents happy, and then disappear before anyone noticed that he had done so.

Which was why he had sat down among the many groups of tables, boredly playing with the placemat that sat before him; surely the party would pick up once more people arrived, because if this were it, this would be a bore. And then, his lonely demeanor was interrupted by a female presence that seemed to appear out of nowhere, his eyes snapping up towards her and taking in her appearance.

'I hope it isn't. As long as the people this is for put on a show, y'know? You always hear stories of bridezillas or whatever the muggle shows call it. I'd place my bets on that happening, knowing how both of them are.' Her words amused Wesley, and the fact that she didn't know he was part of the family of one of the members of the parties agenda, that would be interesting until his cover is blown. "Do you know them well? This Priscilla and Riley?" he questioned, playing on the idea of a hidden identity. "I know Riley's older brother, but never really knew Riley himself except for when he was younger..."

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The man asked a really silly question; did she know Priscilla and Riley? Sure. She knew them. She wouldn’t have shown up to their engagement party if she didn’t know them in some capacity. Sure, her motivations for popping in for a bit were a little skewed in her own favor more than wishing the happy couple a fruitful life together, but that didn’t detract from the fact that she knew of the two and had probably talked to them at least once before. Faye liked to think that she knew everyone in some capacity so she didn’t feel weird sticking her head into little get togethers like this. Her failsafe if she was asked the inevitable ‘why are you here?’ was that she thought the teashop was still open for business and completely missed the signs on the front door saying there was a private event. Having it all planned out was her way of wiggling into what she wanted – similar to how she bothered the appropriate parties when it came to getting on the Quidditch team a few years ago. They eventually listened to her after she proved herself in tryouts.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” Faye said vaguely, setting her chin in her hands as she leaned forward on the table. She hadn’t expected the man to actually talk to her, but now he was going off about knowing the older Fudge child. “I think I remember him. He was in Slytherin, like me.” she added on to his comment. Bits and pieces of the older students still lingered in her memory, though the ones that were around when she was in her first three years were starting to disappear with each passing year. Names would always exist, but the faces attached to them were always changing. “Bit of an ass, wasn’t he? At least I thought he was in school. Not the greatest idol to look up to, I’d say.”