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phoebe ❀ ([info]feebees) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-10-29 13:41:00


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Entry tags:aberforth dumbledore, agatha timms-catchlove, alice longbottom, bess fawcett, caradoc dearborn, chandler midgen, derek dobbs, frank longbottom, gabriel corner, glenda prewett, greta catchlove, group, james potter, john mulciber, kobe ackerly, lily potter, lucille lovegood, lydia proudfoot, mark timms, matilda mulciber, octavia lestrange, phoebe smethwyck, prisca loftus, psyke bardera, rabastan lestrange, rachel corner, roderick dearborn, thorfinn rowle, tristan bardera, wendy midgen, xenophilius lovegood

The Halloween Ball! --Posted for Friday!
In all of her years at Hogwarts, in all of her years being a prefect and working on a team full of the best students in Hogwarts, Phoebe Smethwyck had never been as impressed as she was right now as she stared around the Great Hall. Illuminated with candles in all shapes and sizes (and colors, a nifty charm a sixth year had found), the tables surrounding the dance floor were decorated with pumpkins, spiderwebs, and fall leaves, creating a spooky, yet beautiful design. The Ghosts of Hogwarts had volunteered to mingle more than usual (she thanked Nearly Headless Nick profusely, and promised to hold him a belated Death-Day party), captivating the guests with stories---how much truth they held, she couldn't be sure, but they were interesting nonetheless.

The band was a new kind of wizard rock, a bit more political than the Hobgoblins, W.O.A.R. There had been a lot of discussion at the prefect meetings about whether or not they should try and book them, but at the end of the day the naysayers (read: the Slytherins) were outvoted, and the band with the hit song "Do You Believe in M.A.G.I.C" was creating an incredible atmosphere.

So---people looked happy. They were laughing, smiling, and just---happy. Not something Phoebe felt like the wizarding world had been in a long time, and she was glad to be a big part of it.

Now, if only she could find a reason to be happy, herself.

ooc: No wands! Just your ID is needed. Everyone is welcome!


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[info]bigd
2008-10-30 07:26 am UTC (link)
"One or two," he admitted serenely, "and in slightly more intimate venues."

Definitely a perk of being good friends with a member of the Catchlove clan.

He felt Meredith shift towards him and tried to stop from smirking a little. Clearly if she hated him so much as she tried to communicate to him, she would be able to tell it was him, wouldn't she? Which just meant that she didn't hate him, didn't it?

Eventually, he was going to pay for this stunt. He knew this. He wasn't entirely sure of when it would be, but it would be soon. So he might as well make the most of it while he could, right?

"Is there a reason someone such as yourself is sitting out? Surely you've an escort?"

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[info]mymeredith
2008-10-30 07:35 am UTC (link)
Oy, this was going to drive her nuts! The identity was right there in the back of her mind, but it was like she was reaching for it and couldn't quite get her fingers around it. She needed to just---stop, stop thinking about it, and it would come to her, she was sure. But it was so hard to try and not scour her mind for the answer when she was sitting there having a conversation with the man.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I think I lost my boyfriend," she answered, just a tad sheepishly. It sounded ridiculous, losing your boyfriend--but it wasn't as if she was really worried. It was Gavin, after all. He wasn't the sort of bloke that you had to worry about screwing you over, like some jerks out there. That was what she loved about Gavin--he was sweet. It was a quality that seemed all to scarce among the male population of the world.

Meredith tilted her head--again, she was trying to get a look at the unobscured side of his face, but it was so bloody dark in this stupid room! "What about you?"

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[info]bigd
2008-10-30 08:02 am UTC (link)
He tried not to blanch at the term "boyfriend." After all, he knew she was coming with a date. She certainly knew by now he had a girlfriend, who also happened to be his date. But it still made him slightly angry. Not to mention his pride had been completely wounded by her, and he couldn't wrap his mind around that four-letter word. Hate. No one had said it to him before. And he was wanted to make sure no one said it to him and meant it.

"Date is a subjective term," he said, decidedly. "And since it appears that neither you nor I have a partner at this moment in time--perhaps it would be prudent of me to ask you for this dance?" He extended his hand, regarding her slyly from the side.

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[info]mymeredith
2008-10-30 08:17 am UTC (link)
"Eh?"

The word came out of her mouth before she even thought about it--it was just a reflex response to his offer. Which she shouldn't have sounded so surprised at, because now she probably sounded like a loser who had never had a guy ask her to dance before, which was so not true, but it was sort of sudden, wasn't it? Out of the blue? And what was it supposed to mean, anyway? If he was asking just moments after 'meeting' her, did that mean that he possibly knew who she was? Her mask was somewhat more revealing than most of the others, which meant it was possible that he could see her face, but--

--but she was mentally rambling like a nutter and he was sitting there waiting for her to respond. Way to go, Meredith--she really had a way with the menfolk, she did.

"I guess my lost date wouldn't mind if I spared you one dance," she recovered as well as she could, attempting to look casual about it despite the fact that she was now even more in a tizzy over Ridiculously Good-Looking Man's identity.

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[info]bigd
2008-10-30 08:26 am UTC (link)
He grabbed her wrist and towed her to the dance floor he seemed to remember just stepping off of, not more than a moment ago, but he certainly felt a certain sort of revitalization right now.

Swinging her in front of him, he placed his hand delicately on her waist and lifted his eyebrow as he looked down at her.

"You've been looking at me rather scrutinizingly. Any particular reason?"

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[info]mymeredith
2008-10-30 08:41 am UTC (link)
"Oh--" Fuck, he'd noticed. But then again, she had never been the sneakiest person in the world. "--I just think I might know you from somewhere, so I'm trying to figure it out."

Honesty was the best policy, right? And maybe if she mentioned that she thought she recognized him, he'd be nice and tell her who he was. He seemed like a nice guy, after all, apart from his whole weird sitting-down-silently thing that he'd done earlier.

Meredith glanced up at him expectantly, mentally willing him to take the bait.

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[info]bigd
2008-10-30 11:38 pm UTC (link)
"Might know me?" he echoed, surprise coloring his voice slightly. "What would make you say that?"

Derek wondered what it was about him that was familiar to her. Physically familiar, perhaps? Had he, in one of his few sentences struck her as someone she knew? Other than himself? It had to be, right? Because if she felt that this man dancing her was anything like Derek Dobbs, he'd have a glass of punch thrown in his face faster than he could get words out.

Although he was a bit surprised she'd accepted his invitation to dance so readily. Derek had never gotten that sort of reception from her, except maybe when he was laid-up at St. Mungo's. And he didn't really think Meredith was the kind to prod the sick where it hurt.

So, then, who was he reminding her of right now?

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[info]mymeredith
2008-10-31 01:30 am UTC (link)
Ugh, what was it? She'd heard this voice before, just not that... deep? Yes, that was it, it sounded deeper than the voice she was thinking of! And now that she knew what voice she was thinking of, she could tell very clearly that the tone sounded put on.

Meredith stopped in her tracks in the middle of the dance floor, and her eyes shot up to the mystery man's face, in them a mixture of shock and realization. Because if this voice she was thinking of really did belong to the person she was dancing with, then that meant she was dancing with---

"WHAT IS YOUR DEAL!?"

Meredith pushed away from him very suddenly, looking nothing short of appalled and harassed. Yes, now she could see it, now that she knew it was Derek she could definitely tell that was him behind that mask. That---that---what was wrong with him? "Can you not just leave me alone!"

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[info]bigd
2008-10-31 01:57 am UTC (link)
And --there-- it was. Derek stepped back from her quickly, even has she pushed away, and watched her very intently. She was fuming--he literally thought he could see smoke coming out of her ears, and a very small, yet infinitely wiser and sensible part of him said that he'd pushed her way too far, he wouldn't be returning home with all his limbs, she'd kill him, etc. etc.

But Derek Dobbs was a brash sort of man, and with a mask and a billowing cape, he was apparently much more capable of going way too far.

"So," he said quietly, arms crossed, "who did I remind you of, just then? When you were being considerably less explosive and could stand to touch me, you knew you knew me. So, who was it?"

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[info]mymeredith
2008-10-31 05:16 am UTC (link)
Meredith's eyebrows shot up at his question. What kind of a thing was that to ask? She crossed her arms in front of her chest, apparently completely oblivious to the fact that they were having this conversation halted in the middle of a busy dance floor, and regarded him for a long moment before replying--trying to figure out if she should even reply at all, actually.

"What does it matter to you?" she finally returned. "You didn't remind me of anyone in particular, I just recognized you. Although maybe I couldn't place your identity because you were acting like a human being for once---which is all thrown out the bloody window now, I see." Meredith gestured to him in general, then turned on her heel to stalk off the way they'd come.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go enjoy the company of the empty spaces on other side of the hall."

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[info]bigd
2008-10-31 05:32 am UTC (link)
His jaw tightened as he saw her whirl around. Oh, fine, when things got too confrontational, or he managed to hit some sort of nerve with her, her solution was to walk away? That was certainly a way to resolve things.

"You can stalk off all you want," Derek called coolly to her retreating figure. "But I know you feel a lot differently towards me than you want me to think. So there's really no use fronting like this, because I do know."

He flexed his hands, balling them up into fists, his eyebrow arched in anger and frustration. Derek honestly had half a mind to go after her, but imagined that wouldn't be helping his case any. This was--ridiculous.

No.

This was bloody ridiculous. He shook his head, trying to figure out where he'd find Dorcas or someone else to talk him out of this mood. There was a ball going on, after all.

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[info]mymeredith
2008-10-31 05:41 am UTC (link)
Well that certainly stopped her in her tracks. Derek Dobbs seemed to have a way of being able to do that to her--or maybe Meredith was just really bad at walking away when provoked. Either way, she was facing him again in a second, fists clenched at her sides and not even understanding why she was getting this angry at the words coming out of his mouth. It wasn't like they were true anyway.

"Oh? You know, do you?" she returned. "Then how did you come to that conclusion, may I ask? What in 'I hate you, Derek, don't speak to me ever again' was unclear? Do you need me to go over it with you again to get it straight in your head, or maybe just whack you over the head to get my point across?"

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[info]bigd
2008-10-31 05:55 am UTC (link)
"Look, I don't know what grievous crime you think I've committed against you that has you absolutely crazy," Derek snapped, his hand on her shoulder, "but I didn't do anything. And I think I made it pretty clear back there that I act like a decent human being-- which you seemed to be going along with, until you were absolutely sure it was me."

He drew his hand back and crossed his arms, stepping back. "So, let's resolve something, my Meredith. What is it about me that you can't stand?"

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[info]mymeredith
2008-10-31 07:12 am UTC (link)
Meredith immediately shrugged his hand off of her shoulder and rolled her eyes. "Don't play like you're some sweet and innocent little boy who's being all wrongly accused," she said with a scoff. "You've antagonized me from the moment we met, and you've only gotten worse since then. You say things just to annoy me, you spit out that 'my Meredith' line every other sentence no matter how many times I tell you not to, and, oh, let's see---have you already forgotten the last thing you pulled in my journals?"

It was like everything had boiled up inside of her and was spilling out all at once in this moment. She had so much to say and simply couldn't get her mouth to stop moving until it was all out of her system.

"You don't do that--friends don't do that--friends being what I thought we were, and---you know, a little focus on someone or something that isn't yourself would be nice every once in a while! But see, that's why we can't be friends, because you're always tugging at my pigtails like some little kid on a school playground, and I'm tired of it!

"All you seem to exist to do is say stupid shit to annoy me, pull a random 180 and act all nice and cute for five seconds, and then go back to pissing me off again, which only leaves me more annoyed than before. That is why I can't stand to be around you, Derek, and I swear to Merlin that if you so much as think one more syllable about how I'm nuts for wanting to smack you ninety-five percent of the time, I may really murder you right now."

She drew in a deep breath, and realized that she had said all of that very quickly, very loudly, and with very little oxygen. But ARGH!

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[info]bigd
2008-10-31 07:44 am UTC (link)
A look of skepticism crossed Derek's face. "You despise and want to slap me halfway to next Wednesday because I pull your braids?"

Was that really it? Was the whole reason their conversations were usually terminated (rather than simply "ended") because she was annoyed that he seemed to be acting like a child?

That was... a relief? No. Not even close. Puzzling? Yes. Yes, it was.

"Then walk away," he said, with a little helpless shrug. "If you can't stand me, and if I antagonize you so badly, then just... walk away."

Well, really, what else could he do? He wasn't conscious enough of the problem (him, apparently) to prevent it from surfacing, she wasn't willing to give him an inch that didn't result in physical violence, so... what, in terms of conflict-resolution, could he do?

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[info]mymeredith
2008-11-01 02:50 am UTC (link)
She let out a little yell of frustration, and ran her hands back through her hair, pulling at the blonde locks a little along the way. He was so---so----had he not been listening to anything that she'd just said? Did he ever listen?

No. The answer was no, he didn't.

That was it. She didn't have the time or patience to deal with this anymore. Derek Dobbs was obviously beyond the point of talking to.

Meredith's hands dropped back to her sides and she sighed. "You know what? You're right. I'm walking away," she said. "I'm going to go find my boyfriend and hope that he can help salvage the night that you just successfully ruined." She turned over her shoulder for one final glare before leaving the dance floor. "Have a fabulous night, Dobbs."

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