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ollypop ([info]ollypop) wrote in [info]occultus,
@ 2011-11-06 12:45:00


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Entry tags:char: alicia spinnet, char: cho chang, char: fred weasley, char: george weasley, char: katie bell, char: marcus flint, char: oliver wood, char: oz bradley, char: sophie roper, char: tig oswauld-spinks, char: weasley twins

Who: Olly and friends.
What: Bonfire Party
Where: Olly's house
When: November 5th!
Rating: R?? (knowing Olly and Freds antics, Olly says people are welcome to his spare room but his bed and the dining room table are OUT OF BOUNDS!)
Status: Incomplete



Oliver bent down at the foot of the large pile of wood that was in his garden, using his wand to aim a spell into the centre of it. Moving back quickly he watched as the fire began to spread, starting the bonfire. Quickly he made his way around the fire, pushing foil wrapped potatoes into it; apparently something muggles did on bonfire night which he through sounded quite interesting. Oliver took several steps back and shivered as he passed through the wards he had placed around the bonfire. They were only there to stop any stray pups heading for the flames.

Whistling Oliver called Bailey and Dram to him, chuckling as they came barrelling over. Oliver planned on putting the dogs into a large pen he had built and then silencing it while the fireworks were going off, he didn’t want them to be frightened.

Hearing the doorbell go Oliver headed to the front door, thankful that everything was sorted already and pulled it open to see who the first person arriving would be.

“Hey, come on in” He grinned brightly, chuckling as Dram and Bailey jumped at the persons feet.



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[info]gredilicious
2011-11-09 09:03 am UTC (link)
George smiled into the kiss, pleased with Marcus' answer. He didn't want to push the Slytherin but George was kind of sick of hiding. It wasn't really in his nature to hide but he guessed he could understand why Marcus thought he had to.

He gave the fingers holding his own a little squeeze of reassurance as he opened the door, watching the pups practically bounce over to greet Dram and Bailey. Mac seemed to be a bit more polite compared to Nessie and Caff and was gentle in introducing himself to Oliver's smaller puppies.

"That one's Dram," George leant closer to Marcus, pointing out one of Oliver's pups, his voice soft so only Marcus could hear him. "The other one is Bailey." He smirked back at the Chaser. "Yup, we Gryffs love our alcohol."

When Oliver came to the door to greet them, George turned his attention to the Scot. The older Gryffindor did seem genuinely glad they could make it. "You know I never miss a chance to light things on fire, Ollysocks." George replied, a cheeky undertone to his voice. And yes, George just called Oliver 'socks'. There was a purpose behind that - socks were generally regarded as one of the most unsexy items of clothing, which made sense because Oliver wasn't sexy in the slightest... to him, anyway.

"Hear that, Grumpy, our friend Jack is in the kitchen." He didn't care if Oliver got confused over who or what Jack was. Grumpy would know - at least, George figured Marcus would know. "Shall we go greet him before we face the rest of them?"

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[info]flinted
2011-11-11 03:46 am UTC (link)
As George pointed out the name of each puppy, Marcus nodded, storing the information away. He was usually good with names, so hopefully he'd remember those easily enough. Smiling a little at the alcohol comment, Marcus looked up as Oliver approached. The greeting sounded absolutely genuine and he was relieved, glad that things were right between the two Gryffindors again.

'You've thought of everything.' Marcus commented when Oliver mentioned the pen for the dogs. His free hand found Mac instinctively, the pup nosing his fingers lightly between bouts of play with the others. The Great Dane wasn't keen on fireworks, not liking the loud noises. But with four other puppies around and a soundproofed pen, he would be okay.

Looking back to George, he nodded, green eyes amused, 'yeah, let's go and say hello to Jack first.'

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[info]ollypop
2011-11-11 10:26 pm UTC (link)
Hearing his latest nickname, Oliver raised an eyebrow. "OllySocks?" Oliver knew George came up with some weird nicknames, but that was one of the weirdest in a while. "But when ever you would like to light the fireworks is fine by me. Oz is setting up to play afterwards." Oliver grinned, he was glad his friend had agreed to play at the party, it would make it a little different.

"Your friend Jack is in the kitchen, I made sure to get a large bottle after how fast you drank the smaller one at the last party George," Oliver hand't held a party for a while, considering the last one began after a poker game he had held. "I tried, Bailey and Dram don't tend to like loud noises, unlike Caffrey and Nessie, so I figured if I was going to throw a firework party I would need to put them somewhere safe," Oliver shrugged, his dogs were part of his family and he had a feeling the others thought of their dogs exactly the same way, even Flint from the way he had reached to check on his pup.

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[info]gredilicious
2011-11-12 09:01 am UTC (link)
George laughed at Oliver's raised eyebrow, amused with the Keeper's confusion. "Socks are unsexy, Oliver. Honestly, thought you'd get that one." Yup, George was in a good mood now. Anyone could tell because he had started one of his favourite hobbies of pressing his former Captain's buttons. But it was all good fun and Oliver knew that. Well, at least George thought he knew that.

"Wicked." He grinned at hearing that Oz and his band were playing. "Probably set 'em off as soon as Fred gets here then. He shouldn't be long. Just closing shop." George didn't let on that Fred was working on a last surprise firework.

"I was thirsty." His voice sounded innocent at the mention of how fast he drank the bottle of Jack last time. Although the smug grin said he was quite proud of himself in doing so. His grin changed a little to a small genuine smile - similar to one he gave his Forge but not quite - as the two professional players talked civilly to one another about the pups. It was so much nicer to witness than them all fighting.

Hearing Marcus' answer, George gave a little tug on the other man's hand in the direction of the kitchen. "Come on then, Grumps. Let's leave Ollysocks to greet more of his guests."

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