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g ↔ f ↔ ρ ([info]chickidy) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2012-05-20 18:21:00


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Entry tags:andrea johnson, edward pennifold, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, group, jeremiah whitehorn, marissa macfusty, mirabelle jasper, rose knightley, seth wadcock, victoria cadwallader

PARTAYY ~ OPEN TO ALL
Glenda pressed her lips together to produce a small laugh, brushing the old wizard's shoulder in front of her in a warm manner as he laughed at his joke. It was a rather amusing story about a niffler and a mackled malaclaw, but the night was starting to wear her down. Any WWN party, whether it be under the façade of a birthday bash or not, was always apart of the public relations machine. Tonight was certainly no exception, though it did give her an excuse to wander (and drink) as much as she pleased. Under that pretense, she gave a quick pat to her new acquaintance and walked off before he had a chance to contest.

There was also this aging business that she couldn't help avoid either. Turning older when she already felt ancient was a strange feeling; it felt doubly so every time another announced her general youth. Twenty-three and already so popular! Twenty-three with such a name! Twenty-three, what a bright future laid ahead! They all conveniently forgot to realize that she was still twenty-two, and really nothing of their kind words made any sense to her, but what could she do if they wanted to tell her these things? It was good that she had perfect her smiling and nodding years ago.

This party wasn't all that bad, honestly. The WWN had actually invited some of her old friends, in addition to people she was sure she had never met in her life, but that didn't bother her. It was.... nice. And a bit frightening. Well, frightening for the prospect of one person, which Glenda still wasn't sure if she was actively or passively avoiding after all these months without knowledge of whether or not he was even here... it did not matter! She was an adult. They were adults, there was no reason why---

Merlin he was here. There he was! Was she losing feeling in her legs? Feeling very much caught, Glenda stood frozen, even unable to think of going about executing a quick get away. Maybe he wouldn't see her, or felt just as awful as she had been feeling and would continue to prolong their eventual remeeting! That was a pretty awful thing to say about your best friend, wasn't it?



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[info]marridgeback
2012-05-21 08:05 pm UTC (link)
She hadn't realized it until recently, but finding a reasonably fancy dress that didn't clash horribly with her golden hand was extremely difficult. She'd made an executive decision, therefore, to decide that all the metallics at once would just have to start being acceptable. It was Gleny's party, after all, and she would never miss an event that revolved around her friend even if they were no longer as close as they had been.

She knew that was her fault, really, and she felt badly about it. She smiled cheerfully as she could and fiddled with the cuff of her glove, glancing around for either Gleny or ... someone else that could entertain her. It had been her sister to push her out of the house, and if Jinty could tell that she needed to get out more, there was a serious problem. She'd missed a new clutch hatching for this, so she was determined to make the most out of the evening.

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