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nora m. peakes ([info]melindicate) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2013-10-27 23:23:00


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Entry tags:adian rosenberg, arista sykes, caradoc dearborn, charles spinnet, charlotte sweeting, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, galvin gudgeon, giada dorny, glenda prewett, graeme dorny, greta catchlove, group, howell williams, jake bexley, kalista borgin, larkin whitby, louis bonaccord, matthew summerby, nona pepper, nora peakes, octavius pepper, oliver comstock, penelope fawcett, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, saoirse mullet, seth wadcock

Halloween Haunted Castle Event! Open to Everyone!
While she wasn't particularly keen on parties, she was set on saving wildlife. Everyone else seemed to rake in the galleons by throwing large events, no matter the scandals that erupted from them, so why couldn't they? Nora had conservatory's committee for quite some time now, and being the youngest by a good forty years, had devised this plan as a new and fresh way of funding. It helped greatly that she had friends that had access to some of the best party planners (or that she could twist Charlie Spinnet's ear until he helped her out), and things seemed to have turned out well. So far.

For the brave at heart, there was a grand maze that made its way throughout the haunted castle. Guests would be offered clues to get themselves to the ballroom, and if they were truly lost (as Nora was sure was to occur), for just a small donation (it's for charity), any money dropped into a clue box would light up a blue path down the correct route to lead the way out. With all the Gryffindors that Nora had put on the guest list, she was sure they were going to triple their goal.

There was a simpler route than the maze, which was simply to walk through the double doors to the dance floor. Nora was currently wavering between the two, having run out of pamphlets to give out at the front entrance therefore giving her no excuse to join the festivities. She felt rather exposed, as Delilah had stolen her cloak, and when someone tapped her shoulder she jumped nearly a foot in the air.

"Bloody hell!" she let out, spinning around. "You scared the life out of me!"



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[info]howl
2013-11-03 06:50 pm UTC (link)
"I said enough!"

Howell turned over his shoulder to glare at the squabbling threesome behind him.

He was breathing heavier than usual even during a Quidditch game, and had long ago lost his cap. There was a rip in his billowing shirt, and he'd actually been forced to draw his bow on more than one occasion. His hair stood up crazily as he'd run his hands through it many times, and Howell had a slightly manic glint in his eyes.

"We are lost—No, Ronan, I don't want to hear it, it was a bad turn— it was, but—we all agreed to take it, so Arista—Stop trying to trip him."

Out of the Muggle, the brat, and the steadily tighter-lipped Slytherin that made up their remaining party, it had felt natural to assume the lead as the largest member of it. Howell had no idea how long they had been in the maze, though. The time felt as if it had been hours since they entered the labyrinth straight into the mouth of hell, but that might only be because they were all one wrong turn away from ripping off heads.

But since they had already lost Nona and Penelope, Howell was bound and determined that their party would not decrease further in size, and if that meant making the unpopular decisions, then so be it.

"Now I think we should cut left there," he said, pointing his finger further ahead the path on which they were journeying down. Prickly brambles poked out of the opening of the hedge. "Since the more horrible paths seem to have gotten us further to the centre."

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[info]mullets
2013-11-10 02:38 am UTC (link)
There had been a theory, a line of thought, that Halloween would be the best time to allow Ronan the access to his twin's life that he so recently vied for because it could be one of the few, if not only, nights out of the year that her magical lifestyle and his muggle world naturally bled together. It had been a sound idea, one that even Nona agreed with, which led Saoirse to foolishly allowing herself to feel a glimmer of hope concerning the outcome of the evening.

Perhaps things would not go so horribly, perhaps Ronan would get out of it whatever he had been hoping for, and then return back to his University which significantly less guilt and happily carry on with continuing to ignore Saoirse for the rest of their lives.

Promptly after ten minutes, it was clear her hope had been pure delusion. Not even the buffer of Arista (whom Saoirse had uncomfortably begun to observe Ronan was taking a perplexing interest in), had helped with the rising tension, now currently bubbling over due to this... maze. Even she could feel the effects of it attempting to sway her disposition. Whilst she had become quieter and quieter, her brother had become louder and louder.

She had seriously considered, about two wrong turns ago, simply loosing the group and apparating home to bed feigning innocence when her housemates and boyfriend eventually returned, but that would be wrong to do to Howell, not to mention unappealingly overdramatic. So, she continued trailing her friends with little input, feeling too nauseated to speak and too unwilling to perform magic in front of her brother to be much help.

But then an idea occurred to her, and with slitted eyes she pushed by a discussion between Ronan and Arista that sounded suspiciously like brewing mutiny to reach Howell at the front.

"Howell," she spoke quietly, reaching to gingerly touch his elbow for attention. Saoirse glanced over her shoulder to see Ronan now boring holes into the back of Howell's head. Yes, her twin and Arista had undoubtably returned to their favorite discussion of the night: just how much they loathed Howell Williams.

"Howell--- we should become lost." She hoped her pointed emphasis on a certain word would convey correctly what she was thinking.

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