the only octavius o. pepper (dinglealltheway) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-12-28 19:49:00

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andrea johnson, anton chang, arista sykes, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, edward pennifold, ethan jordan, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, howell williams, iwan quigley, marissa shimpling, matthew summerby, max fancourt, mirabelle jasper, saoirse mullet, scarlett rabnott, seth wadcock, thomas mccormack, violet voltaire

For New Year's Eve!

Octavius thought, all things considered, this party had come together rather nicely. "All things considered" being the harrowing and oddly personal war Mira and he were currently battling out, and its various distractions. With the amount of sabotage his tricky personal assistant wreaked upon him (and, admittedly, some effects of his own retaliation, because he didn't have eight other siblings for nothing), he thought their end-of-the-year bash might never get off the ground. But the floating candles, the rather superb live, musical entertainment, and the food was proof of the fact that, in spite of the squabbling and havoc occuring at the Wizarding Wireless Network studios, they could still throw a rather excellent party.

He optimistically did not let it get to him that he had brought his sister as a date, and an offhand comment she'd made during one of their lunches had given him a spectacular idea for the grand finale of the night. Five minutes before midnight, the lamps would begin to dim to black as the ceiling turned into a reflection of the night sky. Then would begin the countdown, and at the stroke of midnight, ushering in the new year, a slew of firecrackers would be released over the crowd, all courtesy of some handy and pretty ingenious spellwork. Octavius was getting downright gleeful in anticipation of that.

Nor was he letting get to him the unfortunate fact that Mira and he, spitting claws and all, would be taking a portkey at the arse crack of dawn to Istanbul, for the European Cup beginning on the first (or, tomorrow). Select crew, and even some of the party-goers, were in the same boat, but Octavius had a feeling the sleeplessness would be worth it. Tonight would be a night to remember.

OOC refer here for kissing questions! Or ask me :]

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rabastans
2012-12-29 03:23 am UTC (link)

She had promised her publicist that she would stay until midnight. Midnight, Marcia had begged, For the pictures! Make sure you have a champagne glass in your hand to cheer! Scarlett limply held the flute in her hands, arms crossed as her bleary eyes watched the countdown begin. She had not stayed up this late in what felt like months and she was beyond grateful that she was not heading to Istanbul tomorrow. Her exhaustion was the only thing that could numb the feeling of being unable to claim a country as your birthright, though she threw all of her weight in support of England because she'd lived in London all her life. This party was simply a way to detract from the negative press of supposedly being caught behind the stadium with Ludo Bagman, lady-killer extraordinaire. He was the absolute last person she wanted to be associated with and if coming to this all night, though admittedly aesthetically pleasing, party meant that she could be rid of some of the filth his reputation laid upon her shoulders, than so be it.

Only four more seconds until midnight, hopefully she could make it.

Scarlett lifted her glass a bit early, and took the salutatory drink before the clock actually struck midnight. The roar of the crowd hurt her ears and Scarlett silently scolded herself for not bringing the ear plugs she used during matches. She didn’t have to pay too much attention to Bagman’s shouts and orders to the chasers and beaters; if she kept the quaffle out of the goals, he let her do as she wished. Already stalking off as the traditional New Year’s music began to play, Scarlett planted her glass on a nearby counter and made her way toward the exit. She had stayed until midnight! She had even gotten her picture taken with some of her teammates, the ones that she didn’t despise.

A prickling on her back made tilt her face up to the ceiling, and even Scarlett could not deny the beauty of the fireworks display. It was phenomenal, and as the glittering bits floated down onto her face she shut her eyes and reveled in the lovely feeling that was now coursing through her body. Her lips pressed into a smile, feeling as if in a trance. Scarlett dropped her chin and let out a slight gasp.

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bigd
2012-12-29 05:37 am UTC (link)

Derek was in hibernation mode, a continuous cycle of "work, eat, sleep—repeat," which he often found himself in during the long, cold winter months. He hadn't been a party-goer, not for years, but this year… this year had been different, before he'd begun to slide back. He'd been willing to let the new year slip by without so much as a how'd-you-do, but Vinny and many of his fellow hit-wizards hadn't given him much of an option. No, that was a lie—they'd encouraged him to come along, and despite the inevitable misery and heartbreak the close of the year and the start of the new one brought him, Derek had chosen to say yes, to come out and live life a little.

It had taken about an hour to stop wishing he hadn't said yes, but from then on, he'd had fun. Nothing to drink, of course, but food, dancing, a little bit of conversation. He'd had a dance with Mira, gifted Winnie Llewellyn with five minutes in his presence and the offer of a dance, having been largely responsible for her attendance here tonight, complimented Violet on her hair, palled around with some of their other colleagues. For a while, it was fun, it was good, but he needed a break. Something to relieve his parched throat, a little bit of fresh air, just to be removed from the gaggle of bodies in the center of the room.

After that, Derek stayed on the fringes of the party, stopping for a chat now and then, but mostly observing, half out of curiosity, half out of watchful, vigilant habit. He'd had a mind to cut out early, perhaps find Vinny since they'd been separated and tell him so, when the lights finally went out. As numbers were chorused, he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked about, no glass to speak of on his person to toast with. Instead, he found himself studying a witch in front of him a-ways, now looking up at the brilliant display cracking above their heads. He hadn't bothered with them.

He shivered, oddly. Then without so much as blinking, found he had his arm wrapped around her waist, snapped her forward to him, chest-to-chest, and pressed his lips to hers, wondering why it had taken him so long to get there.

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rabastans
2012-12-30 04:27 am UTC (link)

He was beautiful.

Scarlett had gathered this much in the split second she laid eyes on him before he'd kissed her. On any other night she would have twisted his arm and flipped him on his back as she had been taught to do; her father was a former hit-wizard and before Scarlett could ride a broomstick she was able to knock the teasing boy across the street straight on his behind without breaking a sweat. Right now, however, the last thing she wanted to do was to push his warm body away from hers. Scarlett's arms snaked around the man's neck, completely enthralled in every aspect of him. His broad shoulders, the wonderful scent of his cologne, his arms around her were so strong and Scarlett actually found herself pushing her self up, her foot raising as if being compelled to float away.

Her foggy mind began to clear as her lips parted and moved against his, and a sudden, loud banging began to rap furiously around in her head. She did not know him, he had grabbed her, and now he was snogging her! It should have scared her enough to push him away, but apparently her good judgement coming back to life was not enough to push her out of this ecstasy. Even though her mind had realized that this bloke had seemingly plucked her out of the crowd to be his first kiss of the New Year without asking, Scarlett continued to kiss him for a few more lingering seconds. She pulled back, but not very far away, her arms still wrapped around him. There wasn’t an inch between them, and she let out a heavy breath.

Scarlett’s eyes jumped all across his face. His eyes were the perfect shade of blue, how could she possibly be mad that he’d chosen to kiss her?

“Why me?” the question came out in a careful whisper. Scarlett blinked furiously, unsure of anything at the moment, her eyes still seeing stars.

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bigd
2012-12-30 06:08 am UTC (link)

Though his mind had cleared, he still needed to talk himself into loosening his hold, into letting their lips part, into letting her pull away, though she remained in his grasp. Now that the seconds began to tick away again, there was an acutely unpleasant sensation in his head, as though his brain had literally been tickled by a feather. Derek had to tamp down on the automatic wave of nausea it gave him, because he had had this feeling before. Had it before and didn't care for it, or the reasons behind it. Stiffening now that his head and blood had cooled, he edged slightly back from the woman he'd seemingly grabbed, her warm hands linked behind his neck a sudden reminder that they were still very much touching.

Her question was a good one; the problem was he didn't have an answer. He'd have liked to know, himself.

Feeling quite frozen, locked in the intimate pose though he'd all but dropped his hands from around her waist, he held himself in the stiff, official pose that was the most comfortable for him in any uncomfortable situation. With clearer eyes, he studied her again. She was very striking, there was no doubt. A beautiful face, with a figure to be appreciated. The sort of witch he would have no qualms about kissing, strange mind-blanking urges to, or not.

"It seemed…" his voice was cautious and quiet as he searched for the right phrase, "the right thing to do." His brow creased in confusion, because he didn't understand what he was saying, but the words still felt true. Derek had never in his life simply swept up to a woman whose name he did not even know and all but back her into a wall to manhandle, not even in the admittedly seedy days of earlier years. He'd never had to. But apologising felt wrong, because it had felt—well, like a moment. "I—" Derek shook his head slightly, dazed.

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rabastans
2012-12-30 07:53 am UTC (link)

What was this? Was a smile making its way onto Scarlett Rabnott's face? It couldn't be helped, not with his words, not with hands still touching her waist, not with her arms still around him. Even though she could not understand what had possessed her to willingly keep kissing this man that had taken her into his arms, she was quite...thrilled with this feeling in her chest. Were those butterflies? Scarlett did not get butterflies, she stowed away her emotions and let them stew deep, deep down. Emotions caused problems, situations. A display of fireworks and a kiss should not have put her mind in such a state, but there she was. In a state of complete confusion and sheer exhilaration.

Scarlett rolled her shoulders, pleased with his answer. It made her feel better about kissing a random bloke and it made her feel like kissing him again wouldn’t be such a terrible thing. It was New Year’s, after all, and out of all the beautiful women in the room he’d spotted her and chosen her to be his first kiss of the year. Being chosen was not something she was used to, which had been the cause of her recent withdrawal from societal events. Scarlett ducked her chin for a moment to make sense of herself, attempting to calm her overwhelmed state.

“All right.” She accepted his response, lifting her gaze to meet his once more. Feeling fiercer about this urge to kiss him again, Scarlett felt herself heat up, but she refused to move from her rooted spot and took in a deep breath. With another rare smile, Scarlett only faltered slightly as she pushed forward to kiss him again, her eyes locked on his lips before they finally met.

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bigd
2012-12-30 06:51 pm UTC (link)

Her smile had thrown him, not only because it was disarming in nature, but because he hadn't expected her to be so receptive to his answer. Did that mean she too felt the strange moment of connection, enough that such vague words made sense? Derek worried briefly that he'd been the only one to feel such a twinge in the head, but told himself to stop being paranoid. He didn't know what had caused it, but there was no one here messing with his mind. This was—something different.

But when she kissed him again, he was startled enough to silently panic and frantically checked for signs of the strange possession from earlier. When the natural heat of two compatible bodies pressed so intimately together took him over, however, Derek only wondered if should he be kissing her this way. A moment, maybe two, passed, and then his wherewithal to control any such decision vanished completely. Instead, his arms tightened around her again, one of his hands snaking steadily up her spine.

Before it got to be too much, he had to remind himself aggressively to slow down, ease up. The time of nameless, faceless girls was long past him, and he owed it to himself, and the witch he currently had caught in his arms, to do better, no matter the extent or the casualness of their sudden encounter.

Derek pulled slightly away from her seeking lips, paused with their foreheads nearly touching, then eased his face back until he could see all of hers. His hold didn't loosen, but he had a hand stroking absently, lightly along her back as he looked at her carefully, licking his tingling lips. "I, ah—I don't know your name."

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rabastans
2012-12-30 10:57 pm UTC (link)

“Scarlett.”

She wasn’t sure why that seemed to be harder to do than kiss him. Scarlett had maintained a closed-off persona since entering the public world of professional quidditch, though it was something that she’d been forced into developing throughout her years at Hogwarts. With two vicious roommates, her only chance at survival had been to become something of a recluse in her own dormitory and the feeling of keeping to herself, keeping everything to herself, had carried over into the supposed real world. She was surprising herself with each passing second of this interaction as she could not recall the last time she had been spotted anywhere, especially in public, in this sort of embrace. The Tattler liked to assume that the snapshots they got of her and Bagman were post-snog, but that had never been the case.

Scarlett found that she didn’t mind if she was caught in the arms of this handsome man, whose name she still wasn’t aware of. Part of her deemed it quite all right that he remained nameless, that all she wanted to do was to remain staring at his lips, but her common sense was managing to get a word or two. She made no effort to break away from him, still quite entranced and not only with him but with how she was allowing herself to speak and behave so freely. His arms around her made her feel secure in her actions, and it made the already overwhelming urge to keep kissing him unbearable. Scarlett found herself once again closing the space between them, but she hovered momentarily in suspense.

“I’m Scarlett,” she breathed onto his lips, eyes fluttering up to meet his. She wanted him to kiss her again, to initiate it once more. “Who are you?”

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bigd
2012-12-31 08:55 am UTC (link)

When a fresh shiver bolted up his spine, he knew it was for no other reason than in anticipation of even once feeling her wrap herself tightly around him. There was a simple pleasure in the way she said her name, and it only grew as he started to revel that she was in his arms, found himself glad, pleased, that he was in hers. Though the unease of moments earlier had passed, Derek still had no answers for what had happened between them, or why; he didn't know if there would be another kiss, or if there would be more. He couldn't say if the night would go on, and if it would be the last. Derek didn't know any of that, but he wasn't bothered. The long-term had never been a goal of his, but he had never been open to possibilities. He chose to see this chance encounter as a gift of the new year, and all, whatever, it would bring him, if he only could open himself up a little bit more.

He let Scarlett move in on him again, and let his hands run where they pleased on her — from up and down the length of her back, to slight patterns and strokes on her sides. He enjoyed the tension of wanting her lips on his, and not having them, and the feeling of warmth spreading within him, from being so twisted up with her in the moment. He realised it would gratify him to tell her his name, in all honesty. It was something he wished for her to know, to use.

"Derek," he told Scarlett, and was struck by the sudden sensation that he'd like to hear her say it in his ear, quiet and breathless. Or perhaps long and lowly, and ripe with longing. Found himself suddenly, and abruptly, wondering if he could make her scream it. "Derek," he said again, huskier than he'd intended, "and I've got to kiss you once again."

Then proved, as ever, he was a man of his word.

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