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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]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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