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

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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!

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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