◎ c h a r l i e (spinnets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-06-20 20:53:00

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charles spinnet, delilah spinnet, group, henry wadcock

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Charlie was bent low as about a dozen tiny hands grabbed, pinched, clambered, and tugged all about him. The moment his niece had begged for a piggy back, a line of ready and willing riders assembled at his table. It was a good thing that Penelope's party was taking place in a park with a nice, grassy area to play about, because his knees would've not only been stained green, but bruised from a hardwood floor.

"Okay, okay," he let out with a breath of exhaustion, standing to his full height (he had to grab hold of Terry Boot's tightly clenched hands as he raised him a foot off the ground). "I need a break. And a drink. Go chase the dog!"

At the sound of DOG, the gaggle of children rushed after Pascal, who had been sitting beside Charlie's older brother as he not so discreetly fed him off the table. Charlie left his jacket folded over the back of the chair on the children's table and made his way over to Penny, loosening his tie. He'd really wanted to look spiffy for this night, but maybe keeping her off her guard, like he wasn't planning on asking her the most important question he'd ever ask anyone, would make this night easier.

"I managed a good half an hour before getting dirty," he said, putting his hands out to take hold of hers, "Are you proud?"

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Henry

takeyoudown
2013-07-03 01:39 am UTC (link)

Delilah didn’t think she would cash in her winnings so quickly as she quite liked having a open ended ‘I owe you’ to hang over Henry’s head, but there was no way that she was going to this party alone. And even after the glare she got from her twin she was glad that she had forced Henry out. With all the families and couples and the little fact that Charlie was going to propose at some point, she needed the distraction.

She had returned to the table where she had momentarily abandoned her date with drinks for the two of them. Delilah had lost track of her brother exactly fourteen minutes ago, and she couldn’t seem to not feel jittery. It wasn’t like she was asking someone to marry her. Or you know, even on a real date. It wasn’t like this was really going to change anything.

“It’s too hot to have a party in a park.” She whinged sitting down in the chair directly beside Henry. “Do you think anyone would notice if we left? They already served cake. Wait no. We can’t leave. Damn. Stupid Charlie.” Delilah rambled before handing Henry his drink. She should go find Nora. Talking to Nora would help, as she already knew what was going on. Except one, she already whined to Nora about everything when they went out for drinks and two, she couldn’t be bothered to actually go find her. Not when she had someone sitting right next to her that she could talk to.

Except, that would involve breaking her promise not to tell anyone twice, and breaking promises she made to Charlie (real promises, that meant something, not ‘I won’t eat your last piece of cake’ promises) always made her feel a bit itchy. Delilah let out a small noise of frustration before sinking down in her chair. She should have brought someone she could go snog behind a tree or something. That would make her feel better. Well. She stole a glance over to Henry before quickly squashing the thought from her head. Thoughts like those are what got her painted as a tramp in the Tattler.

“I’m thinking too much, make it stop.”

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fictitious
2013-07-08 11:49 pm UTC (link)

Henry stared at Delilah with complete confusion. Eyebrows high, eyes wide. He’d seen her in many states before, but this was a new one, and he could hardly believe it. It must have something to do with the party, but Henry couldn’t see what the problem was. Charlie was notorious for throwing events; maybe Delilah was concerned that this rather laid back evening was going to turn into something ridiculous? She thrived on ridiculous.

“I think you need a drink,” he said, continuing to eye her carefully as he handed her a drink across the table.

He had not been at all eager to come out to one of Charlie Spinnet’s parties, but Delilah had fairly won their bet, and it was proving not to be a dreadful night. It wasn’t hard to manage, really, as all Henry needed was a drink in his hand and his child in the arms of someone that wasn’t him, but regardless---he’d almost be able to enjoy himself if it wasn’t for the fact that it was indeed Charlie that was hosting. The two men had always butted heads, and it was all because of the twittering blonde that had invited him this evening.

“Drink, now,” Henry instructed, not hesitating to pick up his own glass as it magically filled up to the brim once again. “Before your head falls off.”

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takeyoudown
2013-07-12 06:48 am UTC (link)

Delilah paused, before taking the drink off Henry without comment. There weren’t many times that he suggest, or rather, insist she drink. She really hoped that was just more proof that Henry just knew her, and not that she was being that transparent. At the very least she was being completely confusing, and why he put up with it was beyond her.

Sipping her drink obediently, Delilah’s gaze jumped around the room before landing back to Henry. She opened her mouth to say something two or three times, each time stopping thinking better of the question she was going to ask. Do you think I’ll ever get married? Should I add being a terrible sister to the list of things wrong with me? Why do you even bother sticking around, surely I don’t pay you enough for it.

“How did you feel,” Delilah started slowly stirring her drink while she picked her words carefully, “ when you found out Seth had gotten married?” It was a fair question, and she didn’t at all break her promise to Charlie, as it had nothing to do with him at all. It certainly wouldn’t be her fault if Henry decided this random question had anything at all to do with this particular party. “I mean back then, Seth was like the last person in the world anyone thought was going to get married. And if he could manage it, well...” She trailed off not really sure how to vocalize the second part of her question.

She felt guilty now that question hung in the air. It wasn’t like Charlie was anything like Seth was, even if she could remember the days when The Tattler was more up to date on his ‘love life’ than she was. Delilah slouched down in her chair. She was proud of Charlie, and so happy for him, she told him as much when they talked the week before. But when he wasn’t around being all happy and nervous, and it was just her, these other thoughts very easily slipped in. She turned her attention back to Henry, “Was it strange for you? Or were you just happy for him?”

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