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g ↔ f ↔ ρ ([info]chickidy) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2011-08-11 19:26:00


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Entry tags:caden flint, carys llewellyn, darien dobbs, dianna dobbs, drake parkin, edward pennifold, estella flint, felicia bulstrode, felix ackerly, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, group, kendall broadmoor, marissa macfusty, martin boot, nicole boot, sturgis podmore

EVERYONE! PARTY THREAD
Running her fingers through the folds of her dress, Glenda let no pleat or invisible lint go unattended to as she sat. Her dress was far too beautiful for those kinds of blemishes, and the task had proven to be a manageable distraction that was getting her through the rest of the night until it was professionally and socially acceptable to leave.

Oh, that sounded horrible. She really shouldn't be so unwilling to attend her own party. The WWN had really outdone itself, inviting practically the whole of the Wizarding World to help 'welcome her back' to Britain's airwaves. The network had been more than happy to accept her back when she (Sturgis) had contacted them, but had made no mention of something like this until last week after everything had been finalized. All she had asked for was her job back, but apparently her celebrity status had grown substantially with her absence and things like this had become necessary.

She had spent the first good part of the party clutching tightly onto Sturgis' arm, feeling not only uneasy but lost as witch after wizard continued to appear in front of her, asking questions, telling jokes and attempting to have ernest conversations with the woman of the hour. It felt strange having so many familiar faces and names rushed back upon her, and many times already she had wished she was her formal self. If this had been three years ago, Glenda knew she would have chatted up the entire room already instead of giving half-empty smiles, dutiful nods and soft answers.

Now, though, Sturgis had long ago left her side. A tactic she knew no doubt had been purposefully planned down to the minute. It had generated the same feeling within Glenda when he had shown up an hour early before this whole thing started, asking if she minded escorting him, and then offering to drop Tristan off at her Aunt and Uncle's to ensure that she would have enough time to get ready because she hadn't even gotten dressed yet. She knew he was only trying to help with her readjustment process, which made her love, and hate, him more because of it.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Glenda looked up to catch glimpses of the party from outside. Her aimless wandering had lead her to party's outside grounds, a rather nice garden area with sparkling lights and nearby fountain. A few people were nearby, but she didn't mind much. The atmosphere reminded her of Italy.


OOC: soo it's safe to assume Gleny basically knows everyone, WWN would've made sure all friends were here LOL and if she didn't, all famous people were invited anyway so YAY


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Drake!
[info]llewellyns
2011-08-12 02:39 am UTC (link)
Carys had a lot of weird things going on right now. Like--really weird things. First and foremost, she had a real-life boyfriend and that was so weird because she was pretty sure she hadn't had one since Hogwarts, or was it---whenever she'd dated Stubby Boardman for those two wild and crazy months. But she liked Drake enough to want to be around him a lot, and he seemed to be able to tolerate her 90% of the time which was more than she could say about most people.

Secondly, she'd been having these terrible headaches after matches and practice, and as a result had been retching into one of the private loos for the past three weeks. Carys couldn't help but connect the dots on her own---her old injury was coming back to haunt her, and even though the healers had given her the go-ahead, she was still experiencing symptoms when she flew. It was terrifying to think that she wasn't fully healed, and that maybe she'd never really get to fly without getting sick again.

So those two things had had her mind in quite the tizzy these past few weeks. Drake was somewhere around here, as even though Knightley had opened her big fat mouth about their relationship, most people didn't seem to put the clues together. Drake in particular did not care about what the tabloids said, and Carys was getting better at ignoring them because he always gave her this look when she mentioned something she'd read.

BUT THIRDLY, thirdly, and most importantly she'd just come back from Drake's flat because she'd forgotten a pair of earrings there, but she'd come back with a bit more than that. In her constant craziness, somehow Carys had noticed a bright pink pair of lacy knickers sticking out of Drake's laundry, knickers that were most definitely not hers. It took everything inside of her not to freak out and blast the flat apart, but she gave him the benefit of the doubt---she had a pair like that, maybe, no she was sure that hers----she had begun to dig in the drawer she had slowly started to take over (to keep her mess separate from his freakishly neat things!), and in her digging found----well, it couldn't be, because Drake wouldn't have---no, he'd never---this was Drake Parkin she was talking about here---

Carys nearly fell out of her heels as her elbow was lightly touched and she snapped her purse shut, effectively hiding the ring box she'd found in Drake's dresser. Merlin's saggy left---he was going to kill her.

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[info]parkin
2011-08-12 09:01 pm UTC (link)

Drake hated these events. He absolutely hated getting dressed up and parading around in fancy things. There wasn't even a point to this that Drake saw, except that Carys wanted to go and since they were doing things seriously, well, it wasn't like he could say no and stay home to listen to the wireless. Plus, his publicist had told him that it was best given all the drama that was starting already. Fortunately, there hadn't been much drama from the Magpies at least.

Yet.

Sipping on his drink he could only imagine what would happen if another war broke out between Seth and Odette, but right now he just wanted to put in his time and get going before anything could possibly happen in front of all these fine media personalities. He just needed his girlfriend, who had seemed to disappear on him but he'd already been caught by the cameras. Spotting her from across the room, Drake grabbed a flute of pumpkin juice and headed over to see her, touching her lightly on the elbow and really not expecting her to jump like he'd leapt out and shouted BOO at her. "Uh, hello mysterious scardey cat, here have something to drink, I can charm it to look like champagne if you want."

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[info]llewellyns
2011-08-13 01:06 am UTC (link)
Out of all the times in her life to be sober, this really wasn't the best. She really wanted to just disappear into a drunken oblivion to get her head to stop spinning from everything (why the fuck had she put the ring---and the knickers, in her purse?!) Carys let out a breath and shook her head, taking the glass, "No, it's all right, I mean--nothing wrong with drinking pumpkin juice."

Maybe her sickness was from withdrawal. From the little (very, very little) research she'd done on...well, not drinking alcohol, it seemed like she could be going through like...oh, hell, she was just making up excuses. Anything sounded better than her brain melting out of her ears, which Carys was sure was going to happen if she didn't get herself fixed. Going to the healers was just going to confirm to her that she was dying, and she just really didn't need to hear that right now. Nope. But that was crazy, wasn't it? So maybe she did know that she wasn't dying, and was just scared and---bloody hell, she was crazy, she was just crazy as hell.

Drake was at fault for her current insanity, though. How the hell could she bring any of this up without looking like she'd been snooping like---like a crazy person! There was that word again! She took a long drink, figuring, what the hell. He couldn't think she was any more nuttier than he already did,

"So, I went back to your flat to get my earrings," she shook her head back and forth to make them jingle softly, "and I found a pair of pink knickers that weren't mine." Carys took another drink and eyed him over the rim. Really, it was the only way to say it, right? Drake always beat her in arguments with his stern stares and placid tones. She could play this game too.

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[info]parkin
2011-08-14 03:14 pm UTC (link)

When she said she had gone back to his flat, Drake was hoping the sentence to follow would be something a little dirty, what he was not expecting was something like that. Drake just raised an eyebrow at her, wondering why she was bringing it up here, or really bringing it up at all. "They're probably yours," Drake said coolly, taking a deeper drink and pretending that he was having just a normal conversation between friends. He didn't want to have a fight here and well, going by the look on Carys' face and her stance, she was definitely gearing up for one.

So much for avoiding the drama.

"Maybe you just left them there awhile back, you just don't recognize them?" Drake suggested. That wasn't a crazy idea, it could have been back in February or something. What she was suggesting was crazy (though he wasn't going to say anything like that to her) because he hadn't slept with anyone really, for the longest time, other than her. "Where did you find them?"

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[info]llewellyns
2011-08-15 01:47 am UTC (link)
"Mmm," Carys let out, shaking her head, "they're not. Your laundry must've gotten dropped off because there they were just sitting pretty on top of the pile." She ran a hand over her face, just feeling...tired. She was tired, she'd been really tired these past few weeks and acting like she wasn't tired was exhausting in itself. Some part of her mind was jumping up and down, freaking out about why she hadn't smashed the glass on Drake's forehead yet.

Carys shrugged, unsure of what to say next. Most of her did believe him, but part of her remembered his reputation and how she'd never even heard of Drake having a girlfriend before. But she thought she knew him, so she should trust him, but she'd had people lie to her before and it fucking sucked, it really did and----

Her face screwed up as if she were going to sneeze, but she was really trying not to cry because she could not understand what was going on with her. She managed to control the slight fracture in composure and just shook her head.

"Forget it, it's dumb, I'm being dumb, it's probably mine," she kept shaking her head as she smiled up at him, just looking tired. What did it matter if he was sleeping with someone else, anyway? Her expression cracked slightly at the thought and she looked away toward the crowd; no one even knew they were dating, what did it matter?

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[info]parkin
2011-08-18 03:26 am UTC (link)

"You sure?" Drake said, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Yeah, I get my laundry delivered, I don't use house-elves though, they're just," he said, giving a half shudder and shaking his head. "My agent's personal assistant for me does it. She also makes sure all the bills are paid on time and that stuff..." Drake trailed off looking at Carys' face and it was kind of fucked up. She looked halfway between a sneeze and something else, like some of the babies the women brought to press events before they did something disgusting in their pants. He sorely hoped she wasn't acting that crazy.

He took ahold of her elbow and gave it a light squeeze, "Are you okay? They're not mine if that's what you're implying," he tried to joke, but with his serious face it didn't actually come off as funny. "Look, I don't know whose they are, if they're yours I'd probably recognize them but I really have no clue what you're talking about. I'm not cheating either."

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[info]llewellyns
2011-08-18 11:43 pm UTC (link)
She really did believe him. Carys didn't know what was coming over her, because her mind was shouting that she believed him, because Drake had never lied to her before. He was always very honest, sometimes too honest with things that most people liked to sugarcoat with her. Carys knew that was why she liked being with him so much, because she could get a true, real answer and response to all the things she did.

"Yeah, I'm---" Weepy? Emotional? Merlin, he must have whacked her out completely because she never got like this, even at that time of the month. Carys laughed a shaky laugh and wiped at her eyes, "I guess the idea of you with someone else got me a little..." Carys smirked up at him, not really wanting to say the word, but having this conversation would be pointless if she wasn't honest with him, right? "Maybealittlejealous."

Her quick blurt made her laugh, and Carys felt a million times better after finally getting it out. She was jealous! Drake was a good looking man, a famous, popular, good looking guy, so of course there would be women after him, and why shouldn't she be jealous? That was a natural, normal emotion. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Absolutely nothing!

"You want to see how jealous?" she said with another laugh, nearly falling into a fit of giggles. Carys pulled into her purse, glad that it was one of those charmed on the side ones so she could fit everything in there, and tugged on the first satin-feeling thing she could grab. She pulled out the knickers (they were clean, remember? Straight from the laundry), but she pulled them out a bit too hard and something else dropped to the floor and of course landed between Drake's feet.

How could she have forgotten that she had box with a diamond-studded ring just lying in her purse?

Carys put a finger up, turning bright red. "That was in my drawer." That was the truth! Though...maybe he just hadn't known she'd taken over the drawer. "I didn't open it."

That was a lie, but. She needed to save some face.

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[info]parkin
2011-08-22 05:57 pm UTC (link)

Drake gave Carys a slightly nervous laugh, covered by a long drink. If she was freaking out like this, in public, who knew what was going on in her mind. She was usually a little bit spastic, but not to this extent. Maybe she was just nervous about being out in public, Drake thought, wondering a little why she was jealous at all. Of course, that's what putting labels on things did, made people possessive and jealous and although it wasn't like Carys didn't have her own fair share of fans, they were just a little stranger and who in their right mind would try to intimidate Drake anyway? There wasn't a soul who could.

"How jealous," Drake asked with a bit of a laugh, holding his hand out to her elbow to make sure she didn't fall over. If she was having another bout of dizziness, this could all be explained away, but maybe she was just being her crazy self. Of course she was, Drake laughed a little bit as she pulled out the underwear and shook his head. Only Carys would stuff someone else's underwear into her purse and bring it to the biggest media event since they'd put the labels on this whole thing.

And then of course there was that little box. Drake had been in mid reach for the underwear to stuff it back into her purse with a joking laugh, but when he saw that, his face went a little white. Pale even, Drake wasn't usually someone that was shaken too much, but this was a little too much. He looked slowly down at the box, knowing what he did next was probably the most important ever. Of course Carys had looked in it, she was that kind of a person, he wasn't going to hold that against her though. He had only a few moments to make up his mind, but it felt like those seconds stretched forever. He had hidden it in that drawer, so that he wouldn't have to look at it, he didn't use it much, just a few old things that he didn't have the heart to get rid of.

As to why? Well he'd bought it on a whim, planning to do it before, dragging Carys out with the question of labels and what are we and surprising her, but she'd seemed so content and happy with that, Drake figured it could wait. But was it worth getting mad at her for snooping in a drawer, in a place he'd let her in and really he'd bought it for a purpose. And well, they wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of the media speculation either.

Drake crouched a bit, setting his drink down and scooping up the box containing his own designed ring in one quick movement. Instead of straightening up, he gave a tug on his pantlegs, shifting to one knee and smirking up at Carys, "You haven't have you?" he asked, amusement apparent in his voice as he cracked open the box. "So, I was thinking you should do something crazy and marry me."

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[info]llewellyns
2011-08-23 03:14 am UTC (link)
"Ah--" A croaked sound came out of her throat at the sight of Drake down on one knee, and Carys put her hands to her head, completely---just----he was proposing, Drake was proposing, as in he had a wring and actually suggested she marry him and holy shit this was the weirdest and best night of her life, "Yeah, I mean--yeah, yes, yeah!"

There wasn't really much to think about, was there? Drake was the person who'd helped her recover from what could have been a career-ending injury. He'd been the one to push her like no one had before, and he'd stuck around even after she got the seal of good health. Carys could never put into words how much she depended on his support, and would probably have been knocked down to second rung-Chaser if she'd let her spiral of depression get the best of her this summer. She'd been going nowhere and when she was with Drake she could see a future.

Carys nodded to emphasize her acceptance, jumping in place as she stuck out her hand. Part of her wanted to keep this moment frozen in time, just amazed that even with this banquet hall full of people, it felt like it was just her and Drake. She hadn't heard a camera bulb flash, she didn't hear whispers or shouts, no one was paying attention to the most wonderful thing to ever happen to her and it was brilliant.

She could stay like this forever, but then the ring was on her finger. It was dazzling, but even more so was the fact that Drake had picked it out for her and wanted her to wear it. She'd never felt so sure about anything, and Carys captured him in a kiss the second began to stand up. Her arms clung around his neck, her feet pulling off the ground because she just did not want to let him go. Carys grinned against his mouth,

"My place or yours?" she asked with a laugh, kissing him again.

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Anyone! Darien and Gleny?
[info]marridgeback
2011-08-13 12:21 am UTC (link)
Marissa had been a little hesitant to come to this party, even given that she had a date. She was aware that Otto and the others were going to give her a hard time because of his age (although really, were two years such a big deal?), but that wasn't why she was concerned, not really. Gleny had been understandably distant, and she was worried they wouldn't be able to connect like they once had. She frowned, swirling the glass of firewhiskey that she'd gotten from the bar and dropping down into a chair across the room from where Gleny and Sturgis were standing.

She was actually glad to see that Sturgis had been the one to get Gleny to come out and stop being a hermit -- he was evidently good at that, when he wanted to be. She flicked her glass absently with her golden hand, enjoying the evident 'clink' while she waited either for her date (who had seemed even less eager than she had been) or Gleny (who would have to pry herself away from Sturgis and the group) to show up.

At least she looked hot.

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[info]littled
2011-08-13 02:39 am UTC (link)
If there were people at this party that didn't want to be there, you could certainly count Darien Dobbs among them. To say that it had been a rough week would have been an understatement... it wasn't every day that you found out your twin sister had been attacked by Death Eaters and was fucked up enough about it to live in a disgusting, broken, trashed flat for months on end and tell no one about it. And then, of course, when your brother had to be the one to actually tell you, and not her, despite that he was pretty bloody sure that twins was supposed to mean there was some kind of bond to be had--

--not that he would tell Dianna that. As it was, he was just too concerned about her to tell her just how frustrated he was with the whole thing, which Darien was sure was not helping this building feeling in his gut that made him want to just punch someone in the face.

So, understandably, when Marissa had invited him to come to this party with her, Darien had not been jumping up and down in anticipation. But he had gone, because he needed the distraction and he had had a good time with her that night at the club, and... Nope, really those were the only reasons. He couldn't even pretend to care that it was a big event and there were actual stars hanging out in every direction. Tugging at his suit collar as his eyes searched the venue for his date, all he wanted to do was get out of there already.

It took a great deal of mental pushing, but Darien forced himself to walk over once he had caught sight of Marissa, and he forced a smile. "Hey, pretty lady," he tried. Something was just not all-there about the way he said it, but he could hardly help that. He just hoped she didn't know him well enough to notice the difference. Against the vibrant yellow of her dress, his eyes had not yet caught sight of the less-than-normal appendage she was sporting.

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[info]marridgeback
2011-08-13 03:01 am UTC (link)
Ah, there he was.

"I was beginning to think you decided to climb out the restroom window and abandon me here," she said with a small smile of her own. She lifted up her glass and took a sip of it, glad that using her metal hand was starting to feel natural. For months after she'd lost her hand she'd tried to learn to do things left-handed, which had ended with a lot of spilled drinks and plates dropped on the floor.

Learning to do spells and charms and things would've been out of the question, and she hadn't wanted to blow herself up again because of some sort of misguided desire to be able to use her 'natural' limbs to cast spells. Once she'd given in to her hand, she'd found it wasn't really so different. She pushed up and out of her chair, wanting Darien to know that she was in fact happy to see him -- and leaned in to kiss his cheek briefly.

"I'm glad you didn't abandon me, at least. Have you had enough to drink yet to pretend you're having a good time?" Because if he hadn't, she supposed she could get him something from the bar since she had been the one to drag him here despite his apparent lack of enthusiasm. She had spent enough time being (and being around people who were) depressed that she could tell something was off about Darien, but she didn't think she really had the right to ask him what was wrong unless he opened up to her about it first.

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[info]littled
2011-08-13 06:05 am UTC (link)
He forced a chuckle at her first comment, feeling a bit sick about it as he did so. Everything was forced and it wasn't fair to Marissa that she had just chanced to meet him right before such a devastating thing had happened and flipped his personality around. She had chosen to go out with him at first because she needed someone who could take her out, show her fun, make her feel better about things... Darien had always been that guy, right until the day after he'd met her. Now he was acting like a kicked puppy; unable to enjoy anything, much less try to spark enjoyment in someone else.

The guilt punched him in the gut once more, a bit harder now, when she called him out on it.

Shit.

"I'm really sorry," he groaned. There was no use in denying it, and he figured it might have been the first genuine thing he'd done since they'd been there. "It's not you, it's just--"

Darien stopped, frowning, and thought better of telling her. Truthfully, not only did he not want to relive the news again, but he wasn't entirely sure he should tell anyone. The whole thing had been such a private pain for Dianna and he was sure she didn't want the whole world knowing, even if it was someone she'd never met. "I'm distracted."

Speaking of distractions, his mind was sidetracked at that very moment by a strange glint of gold, and his eyes drew themselves to his date's hand. Or... wait, what was that? He hoped the confusion didn't seem like disgust as it flashed across his face and he became fixated very suddenly with whatever was going on with Marissa's hand.

"That's a very--" weird "--interesting glove."

Except that definitely was not a glove... Damn, he was really off his game if he hadn't noticed that thing before.

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[info]marridgeback
2011-08-14 10:48 pm UTC (link)
At least he was admitting that something was wrong rather than insisting that nothing was wrong -- that got old extremely fast. She furrowed her brows when he started to tell her what was wrong and then faltered. If she was honest, she was a bit relieved that he wasn't going to just blurt out to her exactly what was wrong with him. They hadn't known each other very long, and she could still cling to the hope that he'd just be someone fun to be around for a few more moments, at least.

When he looked to her hand, though, she couldn't help the snort. "Are you for real, Darien? I wasn't going to bring it up if you didn't, but it's certainly not a glove."

She felt the sudden compulsion to finish the rest of her drink and then turn back to him, eyes only a tad sharp. "Did you honestly not notice it before, or are you just being irrationally mean?" She really hoped it was the former and not the latter, since she had actually started to like him.

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[info]littled
2011-08-16 03:34 am UTC (link)
Darien felt almost as if he had been suddenly jolted awake at Marissa's reaction to his question. His eyes widened a bit and he put his hands up in defense, as if claiming 'not it!'; ironically probably the first flash of his childish side that he had shown anyone in days. Gut reaction and all, though. She had managed to fairly mortify him with her assumption that he was attempting to be mean. That was really the last thing he needed her to think of him given how the night was going already.

"No, I'm not--!" he stuttered quickly, mentally face-palming as he did so. "I didn't notice at all, I don't know---I really mean it, I wasn't trying to be mean!"

Oy vey. The last thing he needed was for a hot girl who he fairly liked to think he was a prat on top of everything else going wrong in his life. Then again, he hadn't taken his mind off of Dianna so much as he had in that moment of self-defense. It wasn't like it would last, but it was at least a momentary reprieve from the constant thoughts of suffocating hopelessness.

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[info]marridgeback
2011-08-16 05:45 pm UTC (link)
She watched with some amusement as he put his hand up and then started stuttering, shaking her head. Marissa couldn't help the smirk that her lips slid into after a moment. "Well, you're lucky that you're cute when you're oblivious and desperate to explain yourself."

She put down her glass and flashed him a very slight smile. "At least you're being honest. I mean, I'm not exactly sure how you didn't notice it before, but I do believe you." What was it with her being interested in men who had very nice hair, but some sort of crippling inability in some department? She couldn't have just seen someone who was well-rounded. Ha.

"If you're really having a terrible time, we can go. Unlike the famous ladies and gents here, I'm not obliged to stay for appearance's sake."

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Martin!
[info]nicoles
2011-08-13 12:51 am UTC (link)
It didn't take a genius to realize that coming to this party was really the last thing on Nicole's list of things she wanted to be doing. Just under 38 weeks pregnant, the only priorities she really had in mind included a couch, a bowl of ice cream, and not being forced to dress up, shove her swollen feet into heels, and walk around a large room and pretending to be in a good mood for a bunch of snap-happy photographers littering all corners of the event. But she was doing it, because there were people around, and now more than ever it was important to be seen and be a media spectacle. With practically half of the British and Irish League's team managers lingering around, it was just too much of a chance to pass up.

She couldn't say she had accounted for how worn out it would all make her, though. The second she had been able to slip away from the talkative manager of the Falmouth Falcons, Nick had quickly beelined towards a chair on the far wall, hopefully out of the way enough to not be too noticeable. She hadn't even been there an hour and already she could feel her entire body screaming in defeat as if she had just gone through one of Finn's famous all-day practices. For someone who prided herself on being strong and fit, it had admittedly been quite difficult to accept these feelings of her own body turning against her and really, the past two months had been the most miserable.

Staring out into the room, she discreetly kicked her heels off underneath the cover of her long skirt and sighed in relief. How long did she have to stay before it was considered polite to leave?

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[info]martianmartin
2011-08-13 02:02 am UTC (link)
Martin was a really good boyfriend---fiance. Sure, he probably hadn't seen Nick in like, twenty-five minutes or something, but that was because he was spending all the time talking to journalists, answering questions he didn't want them to bother her with, and posing for pictures and making snide remarks about how glad he was to be so far off the United. Which wasn't really true, but Martin wasn't at all bitter about being traded last year. Or this year. It was fun! He got to face new teams, make new friends, piss off new captains, really---when quidditch became a business like it had with Nicole and the United, Martin was pretty sure he'd have to hang up his broomstick.

Maybe he really would form his own team and just play for like---beer. That'd be awesome.

Anyway. Pushing his dreams of a Beer League to the side, Martin picked up a plate and accosted each of the waltzing waiters that had itty bits of food on their trays for a double sampling of each. With the reasoning that his fiancée was super tired and probably super hungry, he was able to snatch some more and approached Nick at their table with a flourish, bending down onto one knee to present the tray,

"Your snacks," he said in his snottiest tone.

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[info]nicoles
2011-08-13 07:21 am UTC (link)
As bad as it sounded, Nicole honestly hadn't noticed for the longest time that Martin had managed to disappear from her side. It had been easy, in the middle of all of the photographers and journalists and quidditch big-wigs that had been Spell-o-Taped to her side since the second she'd walked through the doors. Only when she'd finally been able to slip away did she make note of the fact that he was decidedly not there to ask a snarky question about when they could leave. It didn't bother her, per se, given that despite all the attention she was getting, it wasn't hard to remember that he was famous and had people wanting to speak to him as well, but to see his bulking frame approaching her seat did make her feel a little better about the current unfortunate situation.

More so because he had food though, if she was honest.

The grin on her face told it all as she took the plate gratefully, remembering to spare him a quick peck on the cheek before beginning to become immersed in whatever was on the plate. Just a few months ago she had been so horribly concerned with what she was eating, not wanting to put on a kilo more than she absolutely had to so as to not have to be delayed getting back into her job by having to lose the extra weight, but now was a different story. Nick just did not care, something which that could be said about a lot of things that, in a better physical state, she would have been horrified by her own indifference.

But that was neither here nor there. What was here was high-dollar catering; one of the very few good things about such events.

"Matthew's telling me the canapes are looking best," she commented to her wayward fiancée as he was seated next to her, biting one in half. It was very difficult to not just devour it then and there; damn to hell whoever had invented social rules and whoever said they had to apply to very pregnant women.

With as much grace as she could muster, she finished off the rest of the hors d'oeuvre and turned her head towards Martin as her fingers played with which piece of unnecessarily decorative food to go after next. "I really hope you didn't leave me to the wolves out there just so you could go find food."

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[info]martianmartin
2011-08-14 01:46 am UTC (link)
"Erm, excuse me," Martin said, nearly scandalized that she'd thought such a thing, "I've been keeping those wolves occupied for the last half hour so you can sit here and not want to jam your heel into some poor guy's eye."

Martin gave her a pointed look, expecting quite the thank you for his efforts. It really was annoying to talk to these guys when he actually had no idea what was going on. For all he knew Nick wouldn't have a team after she came off maternity. Maybe he should go on paternity, was he allowed to do that? He had to be. He should probably speak to West about that. He wanted to be there for every second of Matthew's brand new life, what if a baby's memory was real shoddy (Martin's was, and he was a full grown adult!) and he forgot who his daddy was after a few hours? Fuuuck that!

He squirmed in his chair, trying really hard not to pull out his tie. He was bored of the party, he didn't even know why it was being held, just that their agents had recommended they make an appearance to keep up the 'feud' or whatever you wanted to call it with the United. Martin hated quidditch business and would rather just tell them to fuck off and what not but---it was Nick's career they were trying to save, not his. He wouldn't let hers get screwed over, if he could help it.

"Do you want me to rub your feet?" his always jumping mind offered.

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[info]nicoles
2011-08-14 06:26 am UTC (link)
Nicole raised an eyebrow at Martin over yet another immaculately put-together snack. Oh, this plate of food had to be high on the list of reasons she loved him. There was no way it sufficed for an entire meal, but she was sure that her stomach had nearly begun eating itself when he had come.

"So that's where you went," she mused. Well, if that was the case, she couldn't be too angry with him. It had seemed strange that most of the journalists had suddenly stopped accosting her sometime around the point she had gotten a hold of the manager for the Magpies, but considering she was having to do so much acting, she had quickly taken her mind off of the fact. It was tiring work, putting on a show with people watching and criticizing your every move. It was difficult enough to be yourself around the media, much less someone else.

Her career was worth it, though. Her career in Quidditch was everything to her, and she was willing to go through a lot of bullshit to keep it.

Clearly.

Her ears perked at her fiance's second question, but a look around the room dashed her hopes of relief for her tired feet. "I don't think that would be considered entirely polite," she told him regretfully. If she hadn't had such a long skirt to cover her faux-pas, Nick wouldn't have even taken off the heels in the first place. "But you owe me when we get home--and some Chinese take-out, because there is no way hors d'oeuvres are going to satisfy your son," Nicole told him pointedly, poking Martin in the shoulder as she did so.

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Graciela!
[info]esp
2011-08-13 02:48 am UTC (link)
Edward's hopes for tonight had surrounded around this party acting as a distraction for Graciela from her thoughts surrounding her ex-husband's return to the country. He had noticed how stressed she had become over such a short period of time, but hadn't been able to comment or do anything about it in fear up setting her further. She was completely in the right to feel that way, and he understood where it was coming from, but that didn't meant she did not deserve a break. Edward knew how exceedingly difficult it was to escape your own thoughts, especially with no outside help. So, enter him as outside help.

Also, he liked to think that since his forte wasn't quick-witted social situations, he was better with the ones that demanded you think carefully for a while, then act later. Like a nicer, lesser form of plotting.

Actually, it wasn't like plotting at all.

He shook his head, getting himself out of his own thoughts. Now was the time for outward projection, being social and talking. Not arguing with himself. So, in the spirit of keeping things positive (and not to himself), Edward tapped back into the conversation that he was having with someone and as politely as possible ended it. He and Graciela had split up earlier, so it was now time to find her again. Finding her rather quickly, Edward made sure to make their small reunion sweet.

"Look, your favorite," he said once he finally reached her, producing a small plate sweets from behind his back. Surprisingly, Edward had not felt an ounce of outside judgement for taking as much as he had. "Are you having fun?" he asked, raising the plate to Graciela's hands.

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[info]aheavenlycause
2011-08-14 02:14 am UTC (link)
She was such a Catholic, she was feeling guilty about everything. Ever since Alex had unceremoniously announced his return to England, Graciela had been trying to build up the nerve to tell him that she was seeing Edward. As she thought more about it, part of her felt like saying good. He did not tell her about the slutty receptionist he had slept with, so---but of course this was different. Edward was part of her life, and therefore part of Zacharias', and Zacharias was Alex's son. It was not as if she had Edward over at all hours of the day, no, no. Of course Zacharias had met him, and been within his company, but to the almost four year old (ay, deus--) Edward was just mummy's friend. So---

It was going to be awful, no matter what, when she and Alex actually had the chance to speak without family or obligations of other kinds getting in the way. She knew he would not react nicely, and to be honest, Graciela was not sure if she would either.

But she felt the most guilt about how sour she had been with Edward. He had been absolutely amazing and understanding and she hadn't been able to show him how much she truly appreciated his support. Graciela smiled graciously at Edward, and instead of taking the plate of treats she put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him fully.

"Thank you," she said after pulling back a little later.

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[info]esp
2011-08-28 08:35 pm UTC (link)
Graciela's warm reception made Edward smile. He didn't even realize that he had awkwardly pulled the plate of desserts to his chest to allow her to get close. Where else could they have gone? His brain didn't think quickly enough concerning things in his hands when all of his senses were focused on her. Tonight was no different--- in addition to her usual glow, grace and positive character, Graciela was stunning.

If he didn't say so himself. More stunning, because she always was.

"You are welcome," he responded, his smile unable to be any brighter. So maybe tonight was working? It seemed like so far. Though they had just reunited, so there hadn't exactly been much time for him to make that conclusion soundly. Perhaps he should---

"Oh," Edward said, his mouth interrupting his thoughts as he caught a glance down at his chest. Powder and flakes were covering the front of his robes in a clustered circle. Apparently he had somewhat smooshed them to him. He let out a small laugh and waved what he could off, which really wasn't much at all because he was more focused on Graciela.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked again.

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Felicia!
[info]kjbroadmoor
2011-08-13 04:57 pm UTC (link)
"Really, I was practically early by my normal standards. You should be impress. I was aiming to impress." Which he was, only five minutes late opposed to his regular fifteen to twenty.

"Besides, I promised debonair, and I've got to keep my promises." he said a cheesy smirk and spinning to show off his suit.

He didn't even last a minute before cracking up. Normally he didn't like parties like these. Too fancy. Too nice. And you had to behave because the place was crawling with reporters.

He looked back over to Felicia standing next to him, this time giving her a real smile. This party would be fun though. "You look fabulous, by the way."

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[info]felicious
2011-08-14 11:02 pm UTC (link)
Felicia furrowed her brows at him. "You realize that I still had to wait for a few minutes in this media cluster--flock, right?" She snorted, reaching out and grabbing his hand once he'd finished with his twirl.

"And yes, you look extremely handsome. The women will swoon at your feet." She glanced toward to the bar.

"How soon do you think before we can politely leave?"

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[info]kjbroadmoor
2011-08-15 01:36 am UTC (link)
"In that case, I'm terribly sorry I made you wait." Kendall said kissing the hand that grabbed his.

He pointedly ignored the comment about swooning women, brought up at least once an outing and he's all but given up on commenting on it.

"I'd say an hour? Two drinks and a dance with me at the very least." he said leading her over to the bar, not letting go of her hand.

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[info]felicious
2011-08-15 01:45 am UTC (link)
She wondered if he was just holding her hand to prevent her from just charging in the other direction. It was certainly a possibility, considering how much she disliked events like this.

"I think I can handle an hour, as long as those two drinks come in quick succession." And they didn't have to do any sort of serious dancing. At least the people here aiming to meddle with them would probably be photographers.

Those she could handle. "You know, I didn't think you actually owned a suit. Don't tell me that you bought one just for this."

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[info]kjbroadmoor
2011-08-15 02:23 am UTC (link)
Kendall order drinks for them and leaned up against the bar surveying the crowd for a moment before turning his attention back to Felicia. "Okay, I'll admit, muggle pubs and karaoke are way more fun, but someone has to prove that at least one pair of Quidditch players are capable of showing up to a classy event with out causing a scene."

She totally called him on that one. He hadn't owned a suit before, but everyone needed at least one suit right? And this party certainly wasn't the reason he bought it. "Well, its not the only reason, a contributing factor, though." He admitted.

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[info]felicious
2011-08-16 05:39 pm UTC (link)
"Bardera seems to be capable of it, but he always seemed like a stick-in-the-mud to me." A cute stick-in-the-mud, of course, but still a bit of a killjoy. Definitely not her type. She smirked.

"Right, right. Well, I had to go out and buy a dress for this fancy-ass event." Which was more of a pain than Kendall probably knew - he had a fantastic body and suits were usually made to fit anyway.

She shrugged, grabbing her drink once it was ready. "So, it's up to us to be the Kestrels ambassadors?"

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[info]kjbroadmoor
2011-08-24 01:36 am UTC (link)
"Bardera is boring." Kendall commented idle.

"Well, I like it. You look amazing." he said taking a sip of his drink. "We should go to 'fancy-ass' events more often. And yes, most definitely. Because we certainly can't trust Axe nor Charlie with such a job."

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[info]felicious
2011-08-24 07:29 pm UTC (link)
"That he is," she said with a shake of her head. She much preferred her teammates no matter what people said about them...drama-mongering.

"Should we? I mean, I guess the booze is nicer." And free, which was always good.

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Caden :*
[info]estellerina
2011-08-14 02:57 am UTC (link)
Estella had gotten a new haircut, which meant she wanted people to compliment her on it, and that meant going out in public, and that meant a new dress. It was very, very rare that she indulged in such girly things, as she'd even taken on the role of Rosalind in the ballet production of As You Like It, where she played a girl....dressed up as a boy....who was teaching a boy how to love a girl, by playing a girl.

It took Estella a few times being told to fully understand, but now it was good fun! It still meant that she had to dress up like a boy most of the time, and then she went home to three very manly boys, and even her little Lizzy had been rolling in the mud and playing rough, so it was about time for Estella to embrace her femininity.

Too bad she really could not compare to the gorgeous women who had bodies like goddesses. She was a dancer, okay, she was a dancer so she was in good shape, but she was no where near---she'd also had two kids, and one's body just did not recover from that without rigorous training. She felt like her haircut and dress were going to waste, but she could not get herself to feel good after seeing the women in the crowd. Estella stayed glued to her chair then while Caden made the mandatory walk around the room, feeling like everyone was pointing out that her hips were huge.

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[info]silex
2011-08-17 04:10 am UTC (link)
Caden had decided that he had talked to everyone worth talking to when he would be pulled to the side by a reporter who was trying to get answers out of him about the stunt the men from Puddlemere pulled in their first game. He was so sick and tired of being asked the same damn questions time and time again, wondering how they hadn’t figured out yet that Caden Flint was the last person on the team who was going to tell them anything. He ended the interview as politely as he could (by just walking away), and went on a mission to find his wife in the crowd.

He saw her from the side, sitting down in the same chair she had been in when he excused himself, though she looked…nervous? He couldn’t tell what that look was that she was wearing, but he could tell something was on her mind, weighing her down. His brow quirked, and his pace slowed as he approached her, stepping behind her to place his hands on her shoulders, leaning down to speak low against her ear.

“Came back to you as soon as I could.”

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[info]estellerina
2011-08-18 12:47 am UTC (link)
Estella had been so entranced at how that one Harpie could walk in those heels that she hadn't noticed Caden approaching. She jumped in her seat slightly, but immediately relaxed when she realized it was her husband and she turned to tilt her head up at him.

"But I know how much you love talking to reporters," she said with a grin, putting on of her hands on his, looking back at out the crowd. She felt silly for being so excited for coming, but how could she have known that she'd look so bloody frumpy? They hadn't been to a big event like this in ages, so maybe...she'd just forgotten that she wasn't in the shape she used to be. Or at least---augh. Getting back into shape after having one kid was doable, some people had been so impressed with how she'd gotten her figure back after Jacob, even though most of that had to do with not eating from her depression...right.

But two! Having two kids made the effort a little harder, and she'd stayed home for longer with Lizzy than she had with Jacob, and ugh her bangs were just strange looking to her now and how hard would it be to convince Caden to go home right now? It would probably be very easy, actually, and Estella squeezed his hand,

"Have you figured out the best escape route?"

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[info]silex
2011-08-24 06:00 pm UTC (link)
Estella had always been, at least during the time Caden had known her, a bit jumpy, to say the very least. With that being said, it wasn’t at all surprising, the way she jerked in her chair when he inadvertently snuck up behind her. He snorted when she made her joke about him being such a willing participant when it came to answering questions for reporters. “Hm. Yes, the press and I are becoming the best of friends.” He answered with sarcasm dripping from his voice, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek before he too looked out into the crowd.

His attention was brought back to her when he felt her hand squeeze his, his eyes turned down as he waited for her to speak, wondering what was on her mind. This time her words caused him to smirk, turning his hand around to take hold of hers, rounding her chair in order to crouch down in front of her.

“You know that’s always my top priority whenever I go…well, anywhere.”

He canted his head at her, a brow lifting to show curiosity.

“You, on the other hand…you’re usually the one trying to convince me to stay just a little while longer.”

His eyes searched hers – he was asking, without actually asking, what made her decide to ask him such a question.

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[info]estellerina
2011-08-27 09:51 pm UTC (link)
Estella stood; maybe if she got up she could subconsciously get him to move toward the door and out of here. The more they sat here, the more she felt like the cameras and other celebrities were staring at Caden wondering why on earth he was with that stumpy woman. But Merlin's beard, she didn't feel like that when they were at home, but some of these women! They couldn't be real, they couldn't! Maybe it was because she knew Odette so personally, but her friend had never seemed so intimidating!

"And yet you still hate coming to these things," Estella said looking up with a smirk, "Maybe I've finally given in to your wall-flowery ways and would rather be ravishing you at home, since you look very handsome."

Yes...distract him with compliments and the promise of clothes-tearing sex. Estella was building up some nerve and began to go into a bit more detail about the plans she had for the night, when a photographer came up with a loud voice,

"What a lovely couple, smile?"

Estella tensed up and turned away, pretending there was something in her eye. Usually, as Caden had stated, she was the one trying to get him to pose (sometimes these photographers took really wonderful pictures! And the nice ones sent her copies!), but the last thing she wanted was to be photographed when she felt as wide as a hippopotamus.

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[info]silex
2011-08-27 10:19 pm UTC (link)
“Is that right…?”

Caden replied with a smirk that matched his wife’s, finding that he was intrigued by what she was saying – he could only be so interested though, seeing how her talking this way was extremely out of character for her, and he had to wonder what was going on to make her stoop to the level of peaking his interest in this way, just to try and convince him to leave…that is, if that was what she was trying to do.

It was working, but that was beside the point.

The sound of a voice coming from the side made him turn his head, his smirk fading as brows furrowed, damn near blinded by the bright flash of a camera. He scowled, lifting a hand to lower the device from the photographer’s face.

“Bugger off.”

It wasn’t a question, but a demand, and the way his lips pursed made that clear to the photographer, who cowered and stepped away from the massive Quidditch star. Sighing, he looked down to Estella.

“…what’s going on with you tonight?”

His voice dropped lower, keeping their conversation between the two of them, not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that she was definitely…off. He wasn’t mad, just concerned, and his expression portrayed that as he looked down at her, his hand lifting in order to fix her bangs so they weren’t caught in her eyelashes.

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[info]estellerina
2011-08-27 11:14 pm UTC (link)
Estella felt like burying herself into Caden's chest and never moving from that spot again. She never felt out of place when she was in his arms, and maybe if they just never, ever went to one of these things again, she could feel the same way forever. Her eyes averted his, knowing that she'd made it too obvious that something was wrong, and she'd never be able to lie her way out of it. For a Slytherin, she was quite possibly the worst fibber to ever grace the earth.

"I don't like how I look," she admitted, her face flushing with embarrassment. Oh, that sounded so childish, but it was the truth and Estella was always honest with Caden, especially when she'd been caught in one of her terrible lies. Her eyes automatically watered, the admittance of her self-consciousness bringing to light every little flaw of herself she'd managed to find while being in the banquet hall, "With everyone looking so perfect it's---difficult."

Oh, he was going to think she was being ridiculous, but she couldn't help herself. There was really no comparing herself to these celebrities, and she worried about how many people thought of her as 'Caden Flint's Dowdy Wife.'

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[info]silex
2011-08-27 11:34 pm UTC (link)
Caden looked down at her, like she was trying to interpret something she had just said, as though she had spoken it in some language he couldn’t understand. Still, she was truly upset about it, and he felt awful – he wanted to do something for her, but didn’t know what. The least he could do was get her out of there when she so clearly wanted to leave, and he was willing to do anything necessary to keep her happy.

He reached out for her waist, pulling her against him so he could kiss her forehead, and then leaned in a little bit further to speak low against her ear.

“Come with me, love.”

He turned, his arm snaking around her back so he could usher her through the crowd, paying off a doorman in order to let them pass through to the street so that they could get away without being stopped by the press. Once they got out to the streets, he walked her down the block, and around the corner of the building. There was a bench, and he would remove his jacket, laying it down before guiding her to take a seat – didn’t want her dress getting dirty. He squatted down in front of her, reaching for her hands.

“I’ve never seen somethin’ get to you like this."

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[info]estellerina
2011-08-28 12:39 am UTC (link)
She tried very hard not to start crying on their venture out of the hall. Maybe she was just at an emotional time of the month, but she didn't think that was the case. She'd never felt completely comfortable around this sort of crowd, but she'd been more enthralled with being with Caden to really notice. But now? With all the talk of relationships breaking up and people getting caught with significant others that were not their own Estella just...the thoughts overwhelmed her.

Not that she believed Caden could ever betray her trust. No, that wasn't the issue at all. As they walked the pavement and away from the party, all Estella could think about was how boring she must seem compared to all these other women. Merlin, that was a terrible thought. She knew her husband, she loved her husband, her mind shouldn't be clouded with the ideas of disappointing him and deeming herself unworthy. She really was the worst Slytherin in the world.

Estella gripped onto Caden's hands tightly, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Everyone there was so impressive, Caden," she let out, feeling foolish, but this was her husband. She could let out her fears and insecurities with him, she knew, even if she did feel silly for it, "And I'm sitting there thinking...if they ask me something, I've got nothing interesting to say just---I'm a teacher, I dance, that's----and they're all so bloody tall and skinny, and bloody Amazons is what they are."

Her face was a bright red now, and part of her wanted to tell Caden that he never had to bring her to one of these things again, "I'm so boring, Caden."

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Felix!
[info]babyd
2011-08-14 11:57 pm UTC (link)
This was where Dianna belonged. She looked fabulous, she was getting asked if she was part of some new WWN show and she got to laugh at the reporters and tell them no, no, she was just your ordinary girl, and all anyone cared about here was how you looked on the outside. Dianna eyed the crowd, sure that everyone here had a deep, dark secret they were trying to conceal, and she loved it. She straightened her shoulders and nudged Felix slightly, brimming with excitement and emotion. This was just so exciting.

"I want to thank you again, for bringing me," she said, unable to take her eyes away from Glenda Prewett for a moment as she walked past. Dianna turned to Felix and smiled from ear to ear, "I'm having such a lovely time, this is absolutely---just amazing."

She had really needed a night to dress up and look pretty, and she was so grateful of Felix at this moment.

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[info]felicisfelix
2011-08-15 01:38 am UTC (link)
Felix, on the other hand, was struggling to not let on how extremely uncomfortable he was in that moment. There were cameras, reporters, and celebrities! And he was being photographed, asked questions, and glad-handed! This was definitely not where he belonged. His only solace was that Dianna looked so beautiful and happy that it was actually easy to smile alongside her.

Bugger all. He was going to have to loosen up. Dianna was going to catch on that he was not a Cassanova like his brother and laugh him off for someone else. He certainly was not the fittest bloke in this crowd by a long shot.

"I'm glad I could detract you from the museum for a night," Felix said with a shy smile. "I was running out of excuses to revisit your exhibit and honestly, you're saving me right now because I generally make a fool out of myself at these things." His admittance came with a shake of his head. "I never know what to say when the press asks about my brother, but thankfully, they've been much more interested in you."

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[info]babyd
2011-08-15 02:12 am UTC (link)
"They can survive a night without me!" Dianna giggled, beaming as he admitted that his frequent visits to the museum had not only been to try and analyze some of the Hobgoblins' scribbles. She still blushed at the idea of the photographers being interested, even if she'd been silently quite delighted in how much attention she was getting. She was also letting all the journalists know that her dress was a custom made dress by Meredith Fielding, so hopefully her friend's name would get published in the papers somewhere! But she really should be paying more attention to her rather dreamy date, because he was the reason she was out and about in the first place! Dianna could just not thank him enough.

"Let's dance," she said with a wide grin, "then you can avoid all the questions and I can show you off!"

Because he was her date now, hers, and she had to let anyone she might possibly know that was in attendance who she was here with, and let them see how handsome and sweet he was. Dianna grabbed his hand and led (pulled) Felix toward the dance floor. She hadn't danced in heels in quite some time, but she was sure she could handle it.

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