the only octavius o. pepper (dinglealltheway) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-12-27 17:11:00

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New Year's Eve Masquerade! For Tuesday

Octavius believed hiring someone to organise an event for him meant they would actually organise an event for him. Unfortunately, that notion proved to be a false one when the organiser left him high and dry in the middle of the month, but Octavius persevered. With the help of himself, Mira, occasionally Lottie Sweeting, and an army of lackeys, the night of the masquerade had come together as beautifully as possible.

Lottie had, for once, actually done her job, and at either entrance of the grand foyer were attendants handing out beautifully crafted half-masks to party-goers, and collecting them as people left. The ballroom was majestic and shimmering, the music was softly thrumming, the drinks were pouring, and the mood was infectious. All in all, Octavius thought, it was a satisfactory night to end a rather satisfactory year. After the chaos and excitement that had chased him all throughout 1983, he was rather happy to have had a (comparably) quiet year.

"Can you make sure Miss Warbeck is ready to begin?" he murmured to an attendant nearby who then scurried off. The Wizarding Wireless Network had, after all, promised a wonderful surprise at midnight! Octavius needed to ensure everything went perfectly.

The flash of a nearby photographer made Octavius scowl, annoyed was he at even the few press witches and wizards who had paid handsomely to be at the charity event tonight. The publicity was good, no one could deny that, and the masks concealed everyone's identity at least marginally so there was no grievous intrusion on privacy, but that didn't mean Octavius enjoyed their presence.

He rolled up the sleeve of his dress robe to check his watch, then his eyes darted back to the stage. It was five minutes to midnight! What, for heaven's sake, was Celestina Warbeck taking so long to appear onto an already dressed stage? Shaking his head agitatedly, Octavius cut through a path through the brightly coloured bodies in the mingling crowd to check on his star performer.

OOC Read this for questions, or ask me! Fluid time, so feel free to thread before/after kisses. Again, the "compulsion" to find your kissing partner kicks in 5-10 minutes before midnight and could be anything from thinking you should walk and get some punch to being mystifyingly sexually attracted to the masked stranger at your side. HAVE FUN! GO WILD ♥ AND HAPPY NEW YEAR'S MY GORGEOUS GALS.

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ringmybell
2013-12-29 02:24 am UTC (link)

Liz let out a breath, glad to be away from the crowd and the loud music as they ducked into an empty room. What kind of room had a wall of books? At least Remus would like that. Her obsession about coming to the party had caused her to forget how claustrophobic crowds made her these days, but she put on a brave face for her date, as she had literally dragged him through every step of the way to this night. Forcing Remus to RSVP, making him try on dress robes, buying him said dress robes, showering, shaving, combing his hair, dressing him, and then not letting go of his hand the entire night.

"I'm taking this dumb mask off," she said, sputtering as the feathers got caught on her lips. Liz tossed it away onto a side table, and dropped down to the couch, pulling Remus down with her.

She'd decided, these past few months, that she was going to keep Remus Lupin in her life. Liz had at first only attempted contact through owls and journal entries, but when it became evident that her former housemate was an expert at avoiding written means of communication, Liz had taken to banging on his door at random times of the day, as to not create a routine. He'd spent long enough hiding away from society, he didn't deserve to not have any sort of life. So she'd help, even if it was just lunch, or doing laundry together, or even just sitting around and reading. Liz didn't mind it, not in the slightest.

In all actuality, seeking out Remus had been just as much for her as it was for him. Maybe even more. Liz didn't even have the memories of the war to be depressed over, her life had been completely erased. Remus was...he was one of the only things she had left of the life she'd once known. Graeme was there, of course, but Liz's feelings for her friend had always been so complicated...and his wife didn't like her in the slightest, so it was hard to maintain a decent relationship. Remus had lost just as much as she had, and it felt like he was the only person in the world that could understand her need to escape. Maybe it was cruel of her to force herself into his life when she knew how needed the solace was, but maybe she was just a little selfish, too.

Liz sighed and kicked off her shoes, leaning back into the cushions of the couch. Her hand twisted Remus' around and she lifted it to knock his own mask up his forehead. "It hasn't been terrible, right?"

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mistermoony
2013-12-30 06:10 pm UTC (link)

Being at this party, watching witches and wizards from his past interact and laugh without a care in the world, experiencing just how socially out of touch he had become over the years, it made Remus miss his friends. It made him feel sad that they were no longer here, and it made him feel even more pathetic that he, out of everyone, had been the one to survive the madness that was the war. How had that even been possible? It didn't make sense, when he, so easily, had much less to give back to the world than the likes of the Potters and the Longbottoms.

James would have loved an event like this. Masked personas in a glittering backdrop-- what a better setting for a bit of innocent mischief? Peter, true to form, would have scurried along nervously with them, feeling undoubtably a bit of instilled bravery within thanks to his masked face. And Sirius-- Remus' thoughts faltered. For a very long time, Remus had presumed to know Sirius Black very well, but when the dust of the war had settled... Remus shook that lingering thought, vehemently warding it away. There was nothing he could do for an Azkaban-tied traitor.

Liz Fortescue grabbed Remus from his nostalgic thoughts, her words pulling him back into visceral reality. They were no longer squished within the throngs of people, but quietly slipped away in what he could only assume was a library. A small hint of light filled Remus' eyes as they took in the shelves of books, but it was fleeting. There wouldn't be any kind of time for that. At the very least, this change in setting had knocked a bit of consciousness in his gaze, and Remus looked at Liz with unusual awareness.

He pressed on a pale smile for Liz. It was no secret how much she had wanted to be here tonight. In the end, he knew he could've have been able to say no, if anything owed to their friendship over the years. One of the few friendships he had left. "No," Remus lied, "not entirely terrible."

Remus also allowed Liz to pull his mask off, if only as a potential means to finally slip her hand from his. It had not gone unnoticed of Liz's absolute refusal to release him from her grasp tonight, and even despite his best efforts. Surely, he knew, she would not be clutching to him so keenly if she knew what he really was, and it was because of that that Remus continued in his attempts to relieve her hand of his. But Liz was determined, and he too unmotivated for whatever reasons, for there to be any real progress to be made concerning that issue. Out of muscle memory, he tugged at Liz's clutch with no success, hoping to feign a simple drop of the hand to his side this time.

"Is tonight turning out the way you hoped?" Not that he was at all helping. Remus immediately felt guilty at the prospect of Liz producing a response of 'No' in any form, because a bit of that would fall on him, wouldn't it? He, once again tonight, resolved to be a bit more responsive with her.

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ringmybell
2014-01-03 11:36 pm UTC (link)

She smiled and nodded. Liz had not expected being able to drag Remus out of his flat to get to the party at all, so the fact that they'd almost made it to midnight was a huge feat in itself. It was just...it was nice, just being here, really. Remus being with her made it better, of course, because even if he did not laugh or smile or dance as much as she wanted him to, some part of her knew that...or at least wanted to believe that this helped him out. It helped her out, for sure.

She didn't even remember the initial news of Marlie and Lily being killed, and had to learn the news through the healers at St. Mungo's after she'd been found after her abduction. Some part of Liz felt...cheated for it. Like...she'd been taken away even the slightest shred of decency, that the death eater who had tortured her for all those months wouldn't even allow her to mourn her best friends. So...so...she'd been trying to fill in the holes, and while her time with Graeme had helped (but seemed to make things more awkward than she could ever recall), Remus was the one that had been in the middle of it all. He had been one of the little first years huddled together outside Gryffindor Tower, nervous and scared. He'd been there for their first Hogsmeade trip, quidditch matches with James and Frank. He and Lily were prefects, he...was woven into every bit of her thoughts, the only living memory she had.

Liz gave him the pleasure of letting go of his hand. She tapped her chin in a thoughtful manner, lips turning up in a smile.

"My resolution this year is to showcase some of my photos at an art gallery. WIthout using Ian's name..just on my own accord." She already felt proud, even though she was nowhere near accomplishing this goal. She had lost sight of her photographer, but lately it was the only way she could really voice her thoughts and feelings. Liz poked Remus' shoulder, hearing the crowd begin to grow loud as midnight approached. Liz pulled her legs underneath her, her eyes shining with the unspoken question to Remus, only her hands urging him to choose a resolution as well.

"C'mon, Lupin," she said, "make it count."

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