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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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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