l o u i s (superbad) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-05-03 21:28:00

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arista sykes, carys llewellyn, delilah spinnet, drake parkin, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, group, hamilton nott, holly troy, kendall broadmoor, louis bonaccord, michal conway lynch, mirabelle jasper, nora peakes, therese bonaccord, zoey moran

Open to....EVERYONE LMAO

This party had most certainly gotten out of hand.

Louis was not sure what had happened, or how, but he and Adian were quite suddenly overwhelmed by a sea of people they did not know save for the magazines and tabloids. Quidditch stars, besides Saoirse and her boyfriend (and teammates!) were sauntering through their flat! Wireless celebrities, friends from Hogwarts, people they did not recognize at all! Louis was at first startled, owling his sister for help (and to bring more dip!), but soon he was being patted on the back for throwing quite the bash and handed drink after drink in congratulations.

It may be the reason why he was seeing double, but Louis Bonaccord had traversed this crazy world! He could hold his liquor. Somewhat.

"You are Saoirse's friend!" he said, not the slightest hint of a slur as he spotted one of the few familiar people in the crowd. His wavering form gave up his intoxication, but at least he could speak clearly, "Mademoiselle Pepper!"

ooc: basically, Louis and Adian wanted a small get together on their roof, and the word spread that some quidditch players will be there and now they are basically throwing a rager lmao. If you can connect to Louis or Adian in some manner (six, seven, eight degrees, WHATEVER), then your character can be here LOL

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ARISTA SYKES

conways
2013-05-07 05:22 pm UTC (link)

To say things had been a bit turbulent in the past couple months would be... a melodramatic, but accurate, description of his life if Michal stopped in the current to think about it. He didn't, though (stop to think about it), because he had done so once earlier two weeks ago and found that it quite felt like everything was getting a bit out of his grasp of control, and with little idea about how to exactly stop that feeling, decided to linger on it no further. Which, of course, left him feeling off-kilter, because when your life felt a little bit out of control, what did you focus on? What was there to do? How to effectively avoid the growing nagging feeling from within?

Focus on butting into other's lives, obviously. Well--- delicately. Michal had learned his lesson the hard way concerning that, as Larkin had pounded that teaching opportunity herself into his brain at Mungo's last week. All his avoiding of her had been for naught; the second he'd entered the waiting room (thank you Psyke), she'd embarked upon the task of breaking his fingers one by one for his 'act of freedom' upon her in Jordan. Happy to report she did not manage to make it through the whole hand, but definitely humbled, Michal resolved then to be a bit more discreet in his... investments in his friends.

Also, Wendy had made him promise to start behaving properly.

So, had it gone undetected that the Arista Sykes, a begrudging (by the look of her face) fellow party-goer located a few feet before him, seemed to be one of the few people close to this illusive being otherwise known as Howell's not-so-secret girlfriend? No, not exactly. It was purely coincidental, if anyone ever asked. Was he not allowed to converse with others at a social gathering such as this?

It was a poor sign that he was already defending his actions to himself before even doing them, wasn't it? Yes, probably. But he was already in the act of producing himself infront of Arista, and therefore had no time to think further on the matter.

"Arista Sykes." Michal saddling up next to her, a fully amused expression playing on his face. "Have you forgotten you are currently attending a party?"

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bratemius
2013-05-12 05:12 pm UTC (link)

Although it might seem to others that Arista Sykes lived in a permanent funk, this was actually not the case. Or at least, it hadn't been, about six months prior. But since January, she had been in one long snit, and there seemed to be no reprieve. Losing the European Cup, falling horrifically ill, overzealous fans—she simply couldn't. Quidditch was generally her savior when it came to sour moods, but the impending start of the season now only filled her with displeasure and a vague sense of nausea.

None of this, of course, was improved upon by the fact that Saoirse had bodily dragged her to some banal party, the host of which she didn't even know, and had left her to undoubtedly cuddle with her equally banal boyfriend. The odd witch or wizard she had recognised, Arista had had no desire to speak with, so there was little choice in venue but the edge of the terrace, staring (glaring) moodily out at the horizon and daring anyone within drink-throwing distance.

There were some people, of course, that were unfazed by, or entirely missed, the delicate nature of such threats. Falcons, she decided, were in general one such hopeless type.

"Unfortunately, no," Arista drawled, hardly resisting the urge to roll her eyes in a full circle as she turned her head toward him. "I haven't been able to repress that fact."

She eyed him for a moment before her gaze narrowed in suspicion. Michal Conway Lynch and she had had plenty of opportunities to interact in the past and rarely chose to, so— "What are you doing?"

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conways
2013-05-17 03:55 am UTC (link)

Her prickly reception was amusing, and it was because of it that Michal's entertained smile stayed firmly on his lips. A single brow rose in response to her question, and he turned a bit more toward her to speak.

"Talking," he started slowly, as if it was the most surprising and scandalous of secrets. Michal wasn't completely unaware of who and what Arista Sykes was; he had spent the last year watching his friends valiantly attempt, and fail, at catching her attention outside of a subdued glare. He by no means thought himself the be the one to crack her icy exterior, but knowing what little he had collected from their stories couldn't hurt in helping obtain what knowledge he wanted from her, could it?

And if it all went to hell, at least he could say he enjoyed himself trying.

"And drinking?" Michal produced his hand with glass in tow, looking at it as if he had just noticed its presence. His eyes widened in mock shock. "At a party?" Leaning back on the side railing, he attempted his best flabbergasted face before breaking character with a full laugh.

Lips pressing together, Michal shook his head. "Is my lack of social vigilance offensive to you, Sykes?" He watched her curiously now, definitely interested in how she would react.

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bratemius
2013-06-06 01:27 am UTC (link)

She resisted both the urge to bristle at his condescendingly familiar manner and frown at his apparent intent to settle in for conversation. In truth, she was feeling just needy enough—that is to say, consenting to humour his attentions—to not toss her drink in his face, sneer, or otherwise flounce away and effectively put an end to their conversation.

Though that would, of course, be the wisest, most mature thing to do.

But, and it was the deepest of secrets, Arista often had difficulty doing wise and mature things.

Particularly when those wise and mature things ended up diverting attention away from her.

Turning to face him fully, she arched her eyebrow in a frank study of him. She'd heard plenty about Michal Conway Lynch, and seen enough to know he was more than a handful. That didn't mean she wasn't just as much of a handful. "I'm sure plenty of things about you are offensive," she said in a tone that dripped sweetness.

"Why fuss over just one?"

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conways
2013-06-10 12:24 am UTC (link)

He immediately emitted a low-pitched sizzling noise through his teeth. "Ouch," Michal let out, now crossing his arms over his chest and raising his shoulders to his neck in mock defense. Was that the famed bite of Pride of Portree's pride and joy? His lips puckered slightly, displaying his further sparked interest.

"What a wound." And then, because he had felt he'd experienced much worse, and had almost been expecting more from her, Michal let out another soft hum. No wonder his friends had had so much trouble with this elusive witch, having already proved herself quite feisty within mere minutes. In all honesty, he didn't think he would be able to fair much better than them, but, he supposed, he had a bit less to lose than them.

"I had no idea my mere presence before you could evoke such a response." He paused, for a moment, then added. "Or is it just this unrepressible atmosphere?" Michal wasn't quite sure he had met someone this age so unimpressed or disliking to a party since-- well, Howell.

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