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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]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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