the inscrutable drystan b. fawcett (brythonichero) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-02-28 21:31:00

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adrian mattias, anton chang, arista sykes, billie trimble, carys llewellyn, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, drake parkin, drystan fawcett, galvin gudgeon, geoffrey brand, glenda prewett, griffith kirkham, group, hamilton nott, holly troy, iwan quigley, joey jenkins, magnolia mattias, marissa macfusty, michal conway lynch, miles lufkin, mirabelle jasper, odette boot, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, savannah davies, seth wadcock, veronica zeller, victoria cadwallader, zoey moran

End of Season party! For the 3rd

Drystan did not usually consider himself a sore loser. He had experienced enough defeats in his career to understand that winning was sometimes as much luck as it was skill—the latter of which he had plenty, the former he was starting to doubt he had any. He would even go so far as to say this was one of the top seasons he'd ever played. Losing the Cup might not be such a hardship, in that light. But to lose to the team he considered the most unsportsmanlike in the League was just an insult to injury. To have lost to them for the third time in the season was, in his perfectly reasonable and justified opinion, grounds for murder.

But a lifetime sentence in Azkaban would leave behind a wife and three children who would likely be just fine without him, but he'd miss them. So mass murder was off the table for tonight, at the very least.

Press snapped pictures outside the admittedly-abandoned looking building of 23 High Street, and Drystan knew there were more inside. Entering the rundown lobby, by-passing the elevator with the out-of-order sign, they made their way up the long flight of stairs to the grand doors of the first floor landing and into the—holy Mer—

Of course, the invitation specified formal wear, but Drystan hadn't honestly been expecting a high-brow formal occasion from the Kestrels. It was a ballroom. There was emerald green positively everywhere. There was something that looked suspiciously like a string ensemble. A bar, where he fancied he would spend as much time as possible, was in the corner. Platters with hors d'oeuvres and glass flutes zoomed by. Having stopped moving, wearing a stupefied expression, Bess had to tug his arm to get him to continue his stride.

"Hell," he muttered, pulling a grim face at the ostentatious yet somehow tasteful décor. Lifting their linked hands, he kissed the back of hers while surveying the spectacle before him.

"Five minutes? Five minutes isn't too soon."

ooc: Quidditch players/personnel + their guests! BLACK TIE! Party is on the first floor in this cool but creepy rundown building. Have fun! :D

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spinnets
2012-03-05 12:35 am UTC (link)

He had only thrown a 'fit' because it was his sister who would be walking around this place with all her bits hanging out for everyone to see! Charlie didn't care if it was a work even or a club or their bloody house, he did not want to see Delilah in that fashion and most certainly did not want other people looking at her and ogling her and---he had every right to be concerned for her public displays of----herself.

"Incredibly," Charlie said, putting his arm out for Delilah to lead her to the table that had been set for them. He had been hounded by the press and the photographers; it was as if they were replacing Axe with him because their captain was no where to be seen. Charlie tried to answer all the questions and correctly as he could, but for the most part he smiled and laughed and thanked everyone for coming. What else could he say?

They were the champions, they were the best until next season arrived; he wasn't going to deny any of that. They were halfway to the table when a rather catchy song came on and Charlie had a change of heart. Delilah was here with him when she could be here with her boyfriend. He could at least show he appreciated the gesture and her much classier dress.

"C'mon Delly, show me some moves," he said with a grin, pulling her roughly to the dance floor.

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takeyoudown
2012-03-05 02:24 am UTC (link)

She slipped her arm in his letting him lead the way. She imagined that they were heading over to the super fancy table she spotted earlier which was obviously the winner's table. As if they would sit anywhere else.

"Well don't you worry, I'm here to entertain you now." she said patting his arm distracted by the spread of food that was out. Oh it all looked so delicious.

"Have you --- ahh Charlie" Delilah was cut off by the unexpected change of direction. She was never very graceful when she was in heels and dress robes, as pointed out by the tabloids on occasion. She could manage straight lines just fine but being tugged to the dance floor caused the flowy skirt to tangle in her legs and she was pretty sure the only reason she stayed upright was because she had a hold on her brother.

It took her a few steps but she managed to straighten herself out and not take Charlie down in a spectacular tumble. "Your tie is crooked." She said as she cleared her throat lightly, reaching out to fix it and completely ignoring everything that happened in the last minute. "Okay, now we can dance."

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