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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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[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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