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hannah & mark ([info]woodenfans) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2013-09-23 19:30:00


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Entry tags:delilah spinnet, elliot alderton, ellsinore alderton, elphias doge, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, grail yates, group, henry wadcock, iwan quigley, marissa macfusty, mark wood, matthew summerby, max fancourt, melania comstock, phoebe smethwyck, richard house, savannah davies, scarlett rabnott, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, victoria cadwallader

Posted for this Friday!



It had been a long, long year for St. Mungo's.

Mark stood with a long flute of champagne in one hand, taking slow, deep breaths. The rearing of the ugly virus' head had given the year a bad, bad start, but here they were. Lives had been lost, but so many had been saved. Mark felt bittersweet about celebrating the year, but he knew events like this needed to be held to keep the hospital running. The donations were used to buy new supplies, potion remedies, and to provide for better training for their healers. Everything was being spun into a positive manner, Mark just wished that it didn't have to be such a lavish event to do so.

"Do you think it's too much?" he said to his wife, looking down at Hannah with a worried smirk. If anything, the night provided a reason for his wife to doll herself and look even more fantastic than she normally did. They deserved a night out, especially now that their trio of children was complete.


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Matthew! :*
[info]takeyoudown
2013-09-23 09:46 pm UTC (link)
Delilah hopped on one foot at the top of the stairs to put the heels she took off to somewhat run to the entrance back on. She was late, which wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary but this was a blind date and being late to one of those was so much worse than a regular date. She didn’t even know who the poor bloke was and he probably thought he was being stood up just because he didn’t know that this was just how she was.

Charlie was going to murder her. He told her to be on time, late wasn’t an option. She was certain that there was an underlying threat not to mess this up. Why did she even agree to this stupid idea. Oh right, she set up her stand by ‘friend’ date on an actual date for the night leaving herself desperate enough to go out with someone of Charlie’s choosing. And he was certainly no help with the advice of ‘just meet him there, he’ll most likely be with Kendall. Don’t be late.”

Shoes in place, Delilah smoothed out her dress and turned to look for this ‘super nice Hufflepuff’, Matthew. There weren’t many people left standing out near the entrance, so it didn’t take Delilah long to spot the familiar face of Charlie’s former teammate standing next to someone she didn’t recognize. She made her way towards the two, but before she finished crossing the hall, Kendall spotted her and grinned, then promptly said something to his friend before giving him a slap on the back and leaving giving her a small wave. Boys. She wasn’t in Hogwarts, and certainly didn’t need her hand held through an introduction of a blind date, but still.

“Nice to see you too Kendall!” she shouted after him, then calling him a rather unpleasant name under her breath forgetting for a moment that Matthew was standing right there and that was his friend. Cringing slightly at the realization she turned to face her date. “I am sorry, that was rude. And I am very late, which is also rude. I would say that I’m not normally like this, but that would most likely be a lie.”

She wrinkled her nose again as she heard her own words. “Sorry, I’m not doing very well at this. Hi. I’m Delilah, its very nice to meet you.”

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[info]summerbys
2013-09-23 11:52 pm UTC (link)
Matt had been ready to puke while waiting for Delilah. Kendall had only given him his blind date's name because she had been running late and causing him to break into a cold sweat. Delilah, Delilah. Would a Delilah think he was interesting? Delilah was a different sort of name, he was just Matt. Matt, the...that nice chap! That nice guy. He didn't have any attitude problems, he didn't have crazy ex-girlfriends to worry about, he just had---a past he'd like to forget, and that's what kept the constant smile on his face.

"She ditched me for Courtney," Matt tried to joke to Kendall, letting out a nervous laugh. "It's the accent. Everyone loves an Australian accent."

But then, Kendall was disappearing and there was Delilah shouting after him and bloody hell. He didn't know what to say. She was---much prettier than the troll he was terrified she'd be (awful, awful thing of him to think!), and she seemed to have no problem hollering in public at world famous quidditch players. So Matt did what he usually did: he smiled and laughed, putting his hand out to finally meet Delilah.

"I'm Matt," he said with a slight shake of his head. "Summerby. I'm not very good at this either."

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[info]takeyoudown
2013-09-24 01:21 am UTC (link)
Distracted by his laugh and the fact that he didn't seem offended at the fact she just shouted at Kendall at a formal event, Delilah almost miss his introduction altogether. "Ah, well..." she started shrugging her shoulders, "I suppose we can just be bad at it together then. Sorry again I was late. Charlie specifically told me not to be, which usually guarantees that I will be, though I really do try to be on time."

Only a few minutes and Delilah felt that this night was already starting to turn for the better. Being late always put her a bit off, and to be honest she wasn't quite sure what to expect from her date. She was trusting Charlie, who had disapproved of all of her previous boyfriends, to set her up. And all she got was that he was nice. Which usually meant one wasn't fairing well in the looks department. Delilah had never been happier to be proven wrong, Matt was fairing quite well.

The last name sounded familiar but she couldn't really place it. Definitely a quidditch player though, as fit as he was. "So I suppose its safe to assume you play quidditch as well? And don't take that as you aren't good enough to be known, I'm sure you are, I just can't even name players on my brother's team let alone the rest of the league. I'm getting better though."

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[info]brickhouse
2013-09-23 10:45 pm UTC (link)
Rich was at the gathering, but any smile he put on felt utterly fake. The year had been rough on him and bouncing back anew had never been his style. The last time that he'd been through such tragedy, he'd actually had disappeared for a couple years. Honestly, he couldn't understand why he hadn't done that this time. Maybe it was because he was getting a better handle on his own coping with grief or maybe, he just didn't care anymore. The latter possibility worried him more than anything.

Not to mention he still couldn't bear to see or speak about Delilah without becoming upset. A year ago, he'd thought he'd be proposing to her by now, and just look at where he was -- in a stuffy suit at a party that made him uncomfortable sipping on a drink that did nothing but put a burn in his belly that challenged the tightness in his chest for strongest pain.

Merlin, he sounded so morose. Maybe it would be better to just pay his respects to his old colleagues and leave them to the festivities. No one wanted a gloomy glum git at their party.

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[info]beavertails
2013-09-24 01:25 am UTC (link)
Victoria had been fully planning on spending this party trying to get back to her old self. Her brother's death had shaken her up more than she cared to admit -- it had come at a time where she'd been relying on him to jump to and from Canada at her whim and it was something she'd been taking advantage of, so his death brought her not only grief, but an immense sort of guilt that kept her up at night. He'd surely caught his sickness visiting her and her child, and that -- well, it wasn't a good feeling.

She spotted someone who looked like just as miserable as she was. Misery loved company though, right? Wasn't that the saying?

She shuffled over to him, not bothering to flash a smile. That's what the dress was for -- the sparkle was to distract the media from her less-than-cheerful disposition. It was out of character for her, and she didn't want them picking up on it. Her agent -- Henry, poor Henry -- had just as much on his plate as she did, if not more.

"You look worse than me." And that was quite the feat, really. She didn't recognize him from the pitch, so maybe he was someone who wouldn't recognize her either.

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[info]brickhouse
2013-09-24 07:20 pm UTC (link)
Rich honestly didn't notice that someone had approached until she was speaking to him. Tensing momentarily because he wanted to grimace at his selfish wallowing, but knowing it'd likely be taken the wrong way, all he did was briefly clench his teeth as he canted his head, glancing up from staring at his drink. His lips were drawn too tight for a smile and he blinked a few times before he finally bowed his head with a slight flinch. This was such an awful way to behave in a the presence of a beautiful woman.

Softly clearing his throat, Rich forced himself to stand up straighter and loosened his jaw. He had better manners than this, honestly. "Ah, I've only just started," he finally replied and tipped his glass slightly. "Give me a few more of these and then you have a babbling fool to go with the sorry sap disposition."

Oh, that was terrible. Rich hung his head for a moment. "Sorry," he apologized quietly before attempting a kinder expression, even a smile, after a sigh. "It's been a year -- for everyone -- but harder on some than others."

The light shrug he gave her wasn't out of pity. He knew who she was, he'd taken care of her bumps on the pitch more than once and knew about her brother's death from the papers. She didn't need pity, though -- perhaps a little compassion, which was what he felt. He'd lost some family to the virus, too, after all.

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[info]marridgeback
2013-09-24 01:09 am UTC (link)
Marissa couldn't help but feel out of place. It had been a long, long time since she'd actually had a date for one of these things, and she'd gone and put on a long, fancy dress ... Merlin, was this thing impossible to walk in. She dropped down in the nearest chair and glanced around to see where Iwan had gotten to, chewing on her lip. She doubted she'd be without him for long, at a gathering as crowded as this one was. That wouldn't normally be a problem -- their fling had quickly turned into a relationship, and things were going well...but she had much on her mind, and it probably showed.

Hopefully he didn't mistake her distraction for boredom. She kicked her feet across the floor, feeling restless. Her parents ... were more or less staying put, but they were selling the guest house. She wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or relieved that her parents were being not-so-subtle with trying to kick her out on her own.

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[info]mckinnons
2013-09-24 11:12 pm UTC (link)
These events were far more fun and entertaining when you had a date. Iwan more than happily went off to fetch he and Marissa drinks, remembering there was this rather pink and bubbly one that she and her friends seemed to really enjoy. He liked having a girlfriend, he liked being a boyfriend. Was that strange? It gave him something other than quidditch to look forward to. Marissa was different than him in so many ways; he was trying new things, being a little more bold, so---so things were good.

"Are those dancing feet?" he asked, coming around Marissa and placing her drink on the table. Iwan sat down beside her, his arm laying easily along the back of her chair. Not that he was any good at dancing, but if Marissa wanted to dance, he'd go and dance.

Not sure how long he'd make it on the dance floor, but hopefully the effort would be appreciated.

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[info]marridgeback
2013-09-25 11:22 pm UTC (link)
And here he was again, the man who was making her happier than she'd been in a long, long while -- and she could barely muster up a lopsided smile for him. It wasn't that she was overly worried about having money to move out, it was just that -- she'd never really lived on her own, and she worried for her family even now, even with Voldemort supposedly gone.

What is dead may never die, right? She was sure she'd heard that somewhere, and it certainly applied to the Dark Lord's servants. Just because he was gone didn't mean they weren't going to keep being arseholes, and if she wasn't there to protect her family...she'd never forgive herself.

"Mmm. More like running feet, I think. I don't suppose you'd fancy a race. I think you could even win, so long as I didn't take these shoes off." She glanced off toward the exit, wondering if it would be impolite to leave so soon after arriving.

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Grail!
[info]rabastans
2013-09-25 01:32 am UTC (link)
Devon owed her---a lot. A lot of something. Scarlett wasn't sure what that something was, but it was going to be good, there was going to be a lot of it, and it was going to make her friend miserable. Though, really, the glee that Devon had portrayed when Scarlett walked out of the bathroom in the outfit that had been picked out (by, guess who?) would be truly hard to destroy. Scarlett would admit that she did feel rather elegant, but she couldn't enjoy the sensation as she was currently at the top of the staircase that led to the ballroom that she had no desire to go in.

She knew what her date looked like, she remembered fleeting things about Grail from Devon's stories and small encounters, but---Scarlett didn't look at men in that fashion, not normally, and not if they paid her no mind. Darren's friends were rather oblivious to the on goings of the females in Devon's circle, so it would not be surprising if Grail had no idea what she looked like.

That would be good, if he simply walked by her. She would let him, because then she could leave the party and hide out at her parents' house, because Scarlett was sure that Devon had hexed her door to remain locked until at least midnight. Scarlett let out a breath, hoping that she would be ditched, because she was sure she would enjoy that more than the awkward night that would probably occur.

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[info]a_bit_twisted
2013-09-26 12:17 am UTC (link)
From the moment Grail had met Devon, he knew she was mischievous - it had always been amusing to him, but that was back before she started pulling him into her scheming. It was a strange thing, being thrown at another person just because a mutual friend thought they might 'hit it off'. He loved the redhead like a sister (he sure as fuck loved her more than his actual sister), but if this whole thing went awry, he knew he was going to somehow be held completely responsible and he'd never hear the end of it. Letting out a sigh, Grail stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his tie, frowning at his own reflection.

He hated wearing dress robes, but when he decided he looked presentable enough, he swiped his hand through his hair before grabbing his wand, apparating to the ballroom where the event was being held.

Of all the places in the world, Devon had to choose a ball as their first meeting place? He had seen her at the wedding, seeing how they were both in the bridal party, but at the time he had been with Cassandra; it was also his best friend's wedding so he had been quite drunk, so it was understandable that he didn't remember all too much about the Quidditch player. He only knew about her career based on what he had gotten from Darren about her, his one unbiased source of information. The son of a bitch laughed when he told him his wife had practically bought them for each other by donating money for their tickets. He almost laughed when she told him to meet her friend at the top of the stairs, like this was some sort of fairy tail. She then proceeded to punch him in the arm (quite hard, too) and tell him that he better not be late, or leave her standing there. Again, she used the threat of death.

He arrived on time, and took a moment to scan the area. It took him a moment, but eventually his eyes focused in on the stunning brunette in the blush colored dress. He took in a deep breath before releasing it as a decompressing exhale, making his way towards her. When he was close enough, he offered her a smirk; she looked nervous.

"Scarlett, right?"

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[info]rabastans
2013-09-27 12:19 am UTC (link)
Shit.

Scarlett turned quickly, startled because she had been so ready to head home. Her chin touched her shoulder as she acknowledged Grail, now managing to recall him better from the Quigg wedding. Her nervousness vanished and was replaced with an involuntary stone cold expression as she examined the situation. He had been forced into this situation with as much vigor as she had. Maybe she could try to be nice. It was hard to be nice. When she was nice---things didn't tend to go her way.

With a flutter of her eyes as she decided that maybe she should not be as stiff as Devon made her out to be, Scarlett turned to fully face Grail and put her hand out delicately.

"Yes," she acknowledged. "I apologize for Devon's behavior." Her lips turned up slightly at the thought, but soon her expression was back to nearly unreadable.

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Gleny!
[info]galvinized
2013-09-26 10:23 pm UTC (link)
Vinny had never not enjoyed a party. Growing up in Hufflepuff, it seemed like there was a reason for a party every weekend, sometimes more than once a week! Hufflepuffs celebrated life, no matter if you were the best student or the worst, if you were the fastest flyer or the slowest. Vinny had lost his Hufflepuff optimism for a long time after Marlie's death, but as he watched Gleny approach him from her brief escape to mingle with some co-workers, he felt the familiar warmth the mere sight of her always brought him.

"Made your rounds?" he asked, taking his hands out of his pockets to rest lightly on Gleny's waist.

An event like this was one that Vinny could truly appreciate. This hospital always did their best for the wizarding community and it had been hit hard this past year. If having a big party could get people to pour a ridiculous amount of money into the hospital, then he'd deal with the tight shoes and the lousy music.

Plus, any time he got to see Gleny dolled up like a million galleons was a good time for him.

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[info]chickidy
2013-09-29 03:22 am UTC (link)
She pressed her lips together and smiled. Rounds were important, it was important to say hello to her coworkers, chat with former and potential talk show guests, just generally be... attentive and friendly. Being so wasn't as taxing as it had once been, and for that, Glenda smiled. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed parties.

Perhaps a bit of her smile was also credited to her incredibly handsome and supportive boyfriend as well. Her smile widened as he lay his hands on her waist, and Glenda reached up to rest her own on his shoulders on either side of Vinny's neck.

"Yes," she nodded, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at him. "For now," Glenda added, in a rather teasing tone. "You'll have me all to yourself for a whole..." she pretended to look at the invisible watch on her wrist, ".... twenty minutes!"

Her face popped in mock surprise. "What will you do with me?"

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SETH!
[info]jot_it_down
2013-09-28 02:19 am UTC (link)
This was a bad idea. This was a terrible, horrible idea, being out in public like this. She couldn't remember the last time she had been to a social event like this without a date, but she knew that some of her colleagues were going. She also knew that it was for a really good cause, and after separate conversations with Carys and Giada, she had convinced herself that this was going to be okay. She was going to get dressed up, she was going to go stag to the ball, and she was going to mingle and enjoy herself....but this was before she actually had to go. Giada had thankfully helped get her ready, treating her like a doll because she had to live vicariously through Savannah who could still fit in some of the form fitting gowns she had tried on. By the time she was done, the blonde had started tearing up because of how she looked once her hair and makeup had been finished.

It would take another 20 minutes of Giada trying to talk Savannah into going before she finally agreed to go. She kept arguing that she didn't want to go if she might run into Geoff, or any of his other team mates. It was awkward enough, having her best friend play for the same team, meaning she couldn't even go to one of her games without seeing him. It was terrible, and she was still hurting, but she knew at some point she just needed to pull herself together.

When she first arrived, she looked around for a familiar face so that she wasn't the pathetic loser sitting by herself at the table. If this were a less formal event, she probably wouldn't have felt so awkward, but there were couples all around her. It was like going to a damn wedding without even knowing who the bride and groom were. She immediately regretted her decision to come, but again, she knew that she would probably seem more pathetic if she didn't go. Really, what else was she going to do? Sit home and eat Chinese food in front of the telly?

Making her way towards the bar, Savannah shifted her clutch from one hand to the next before settling it down on the counter top. She might as well get a drink if she was going to have to spend the entire night being anxious about running into her ex.

"A glass of chardonnay, please?"

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Re: SETH!
[info]wadcock
2013-09-28 07:26 pm UTC (link)
Ever since Seth had spotted Henry off in a corner chatting up some witch, he couldn't keep his eyes off the pair. It wasn't really spying, just... brotherly concern. Henry barely left the house outside of work and the only woman Seth actually witnessed him talking to in the last six months was Delilah Spinnet but she was an ex of his (still found that one surprising) and a client, so he was pretty sure she was harmless.

This though, was different. Last he talked to Henry, he wasn't even coming to this party. Now here he was chatting up (being chatted up?) some pretty witch that he couldn't identify because he just couldn't get the right angle to see.

Sighing, he slinked off to the bar to get a drink. Henry could take care of himself, and honestly Seth thought it was good for him to be getting out and at the very least talking to witches. Taking one last look, Seth turned his attention back to the bar. Oh, something (or rather someone) to take his mind off his ickle brother and his secret yet familiar date.

"Fancy seeing you here." Seth said smoothly leaning on the bar next to Savannah. She looked lovely in her dress and Seth was having a hard time keeping his gaze where it was appropriate for when you were talking with your ex-wife whom he'd just gotten on friendly terms with. He looked around for whoever she might be with. "Surprised your date isn't glued to your side, as lovely as you look I'd be worried about someone trying to charm you away."

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Jake
[info]obtineo
2013-09-28 01:34 pm UTC (link)
Billie wasn't normally the kind of person who wore gowns, or heels, or even makeup for that matter. The Quidditch player was usually found in over sized clothing that never showed off her figure, so she was almost unrecognizable as she stood at the top of the ballroom stairs in a form fitting gown that did wonders for her hourglass shape. She had someone help her with her hair and makeup, seeing how the extent of what she normally wore on her face was a coat of mascara. She didn't see the point in getting dolled up to go and get all sweaty on the pitch and have it all running down her face. She was sure there was a charm somewhere that prevented that from happening but still, it wasn't worth the effort to her.

She adjusted the one sleeve she had before making her way down into the main ballroom, trying not to notice the way people were staring at her, or the camera flashes that were going off to capture the rare occurrence of Billie Trimble looking like a lady, not just an athlete. She didn't feel like herself in what she was wearing, and she was concentrating hard on not twisting an ankle in the heels she was wearing. She was 5'9" without shoes on, so being in heels made her feel like a giant. Still, she couldn't deny that she looked pretty when she had looked in the mirror one last time before heading to the ball. It helped with her self esteem, which wasn't always that great, and she actually felt happy. She knew that this was for a great cause, and she had donated much more than the ticket was worth to Mungo's. Her brother had been in the Janus Thickey ward for the last couple of years, despite the fact that he was a muggle - she was there almost every day, so most of the nurses knew who she was, and since she had started her sessions with Healer Diggle, she had more reason to believe her money would be put to good use.

She had grabbed herself a flute of champagne from the tray of a waiter who was walking by her, taking a small sip before her large hazel eyes scanned the area, seeing who else was there. There were a lot of Quidditch players, so she definitely recognized people, but she wasn't sure who she felt like talking to. She was in a good mood, but that didn't mean she was suddenly a social butterfly. She'd always be an introvert, but she was making the attempt. Because her feet were already starting to ache a bit because of the heels, she made her way towards the nearest table. There was someone sitting there, so she placed her hand on the back of the chair across from him.

"Is this seat taken?" She questioned, waiting for him to look up at her and acknowledge the question.

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[info]auroared
2013-09-28 08:29 pm UTC (link)
His robes were itchy, they scratched his neck, they felt too tight. He couldn't possibly duel in these robes, in case a fight broke out. What was he thinking? Constant Vigilance! Auror Moody was always hollering, drilling into their brains. Constant. Vigilance. Jake stood stiffly outside the entrance of the ballroom, watching with narrowed eyes as the guests sauntered their way in. They looked like they had no worries in the world. The war was over, but it was never really over. No one knew when the evils could rear their dark heads again, no one----

Jake shut his eyes tightly, involuntarily pressing his back into the wall. His assignment was to go to the gala, find a table, and stay there until eleven. Eleven. It was only eight, eleven felt like a millennium away. Eleven felt like...where was William? He said he'd be here. Jake's breaths grew hard and his heart rate rose quickly. His hands hurt, his knees were shaking, there were just too many people in there and he wasn't prepared.

Fuck, fuck----He had to remind himself of his healers words, he had to tell himself that this was just a social gathering, this wasn't a bad thing. Taking a deep breath, Jake pushed himself off the wall and quickly turned the corner into the ballroom, darting straight toward the nearest empty table. He threw himself into a chair and let out his breath. Goddamn it.

He'd been sitting in the same chair for an indeterminant amount of time when someone approached him. Jake's gaze stayed straight ahead as he wondered what he was supposed to do now. Healer Diggle had not specifically explained what to do if someone were to approach him. He'd been approached. Jake twisted his head to take a look at the woman and his eyes involuntarily raked themselves up and down her form. After staring too long, he shook his head, turning back to the dance floor to get back to counting how many drinks the man in the red robes had taken.

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Elphias!
[info]feebees
2013-09-28 04:43 pm UTC (link)
"I'm so glad this isn't a quidditch event," Phoebe said with a loud breath, dropping down into the chair beside her husband. She of course, as the youngest and newest employee in their agency, had to do her rounds with the clients of hers that had shown up. Summerby was dallying with the Spinnet girl and she was sure that the Tattler was going to have a bloody riot with that, but as long as they didn't disappear into a dark corner....

Anyway, she was finally off duty for the night and was glad to be! This was the first time in what felt like years that she and Elphias were out together, dressed up and baby-less. Her little Leo was of course the center of her universe and the light of her life, but that boy could only stay up until eight o'clock! Sometimes mummy and daddy wanted to stay up way past their bedtime.

Phoebe bounced in her seat, turning to Elphias to kiss him quickly on the cheek. She didn't want to continue reinforcing how happy she was to be out, but she couldn't help it, as they both could so easily fall into the role of bookworms and homebodies.

"How many dances can I get out of you tonight?" she asked sweetly, tilting her head in an exaggerated, questioning manner. Her cheshire cat smile only enhanced the batting of her eyes.

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Elsie~
[info]fortunesfool
2013-09-28 05:01 pm UTC (link)
He entered the ballroom alone, eyes scanning the area before making a beeline to the bar. Elliot nodded and excused himself gruffly through the crowd as he brushed the shoulders of the awfully rich and probably famous. St. Mungo's had done a lot for him and his family, however, so Elliot had actually found it easy to accept his sister's pleas to attend.

Elliot easily slung himself up onto one of the bar stools and quickly ordered his drink. He felt stuffy in his jacket, and had ditched his tie before he'd even walked through the ballroom's front doors. His hair had been combed to the side, but a great gust of wind had completely wrecked any attempt he'd made to look professional. He felt---good, however, and didn't mind that he may not be as dressed as he should be for such an event. He was here, he'd donated what he'd could, so what could anyone really say?

His drink arrived and after a quick swig he stirred the ice around the glass.

This night was starting off slow, hopefully it lived up to its expectations.

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[info]softwhatlight
2013-09-28 10:52 pm UTC (link)
She drew attention to herself, for once.

Elsie considered herself a shy, timid sort of witch. Undue attention more often than not made her uncomfortable, and being in the centre of attention usually led her to act or feel, or both, foolish.

Though of all occasions for all institutions, she should have avoided this one at all costs, she didn't care. Tonight, the stares and whispers—and given those who might remember her time at St Mungo's, there well may have been—did not faze her. In siren red, Elsie slunk across the room and relished the feel of the smooth fabric. Borrowed or not, the red silk fell no less lovingly on her figure. Once, she caught the eye of an appreciative wizard whose gaze swept her from alluringly coiffed head to painstakingly painted toes.

No blush bloomed across her cheek, as Elsie merely inclined her head in a cool acknowledgment of his notice and moved on without a second glance. She was, after all, on a mission.

Her destination lay not far ahead, strewn with colourful bottles and smoke. The throng seemed to part for her like the seas, and without having to do much at all, Elsie soon sipped from a glass filled with something as vivid in color as her dress. She took a seat on a stool recently vacated (hurriedly vacated, for her express use), and waited.

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HUBBY!
[info]elizaddled
2013-09-29 12:45 am UTC (link)
She worked here. For a long time! Her husband worked here too. He was esteemed. A healer of the highest caliber! What would the board of directors think if they found one of their top healers aggressively snogging his wife of nearly four years in the back of a robe closet?

Eliza let out a pleasure-filled string of light giggles as they pushed through the garments, knocking some out of their magical, hovering spells. The attendant had long disappeared once the main course was being served, and as Eliza had noticed this rather remote spot right from their arrival, well. It was only natural that the still-very-much-in-love-birds managed to make their way back there.

"Mister Healer Diggle," Eliza said in a playfully scandalized tone, even though she was feeling quite breathless. She went back to kissing Dedalus, as it seemed like their lips couldn't stay apart for long, and let out another laugh into his mouth, "You're going to wrinkle my dress."

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[info]fictitious
2013-09-29 02:31 am UTC (link)
He'd cursed Delilah's name up and down, threatened to break numerous contracts of hers, he---he was so mad at her. Had been. He had been so mad at her. What was Henry supposed to think? He wasn't ready to date. He didn't want to go on a date? It had taken him ages to attempt to date when he'd met Heidi, and his girlfriend before her and just cheated, not died.

Merlin.

Henry had finally agreed to attend after he had forced Delilah to tell him who his mystery date was. When she revealed the name of the woman, Henry was silently relieved. It was an old friend that he did not have to worry about. She knew his situation, she'd understand that this night would just be about catching up and nothing more. It was refreshing, and the entire evening had been spent chatting away about school and memories. Henry had been put into such a good mood (as talking about Slytherin House and dumb Gryffindors always did), that he didn't question his third glass of the innocently clear drink the waiter kept pouring into his glass.

It seemed that his date hadn't been counting her drinks either, and soon they were out in the dimly lit hallways of the event hall, whispering and giggling at each other like a pair of fourth years behind a tapestry, foreheads pressed hard together. She stood innocently against the wall while his hands planted themselves on either side of her, trapping her in front of him. Henry's vision was blurred, but those crystal blue eyes of hers couldn't be ignored. She'd made him feel so good tonight, he hadn't felt this good in so long, it had been so long---

He wasn't thinking, simply reacting. Henry closed the gap between him and his date and kissed her hard. There was no protest, there was only an encouraging kiss back. Her hands gripped to the front of his shirt and as soon as his arms wrapped around her to pull her closer--

--Henry sucked in a breath and completely recoiled. He jumped back a few feet, looking mortified and lost.

"I'm sorry!" she squeaked, hands pulled up to her cheeks. "I know---"

"No, I'm----I---I have to go," Henry stuttered, not waiting a second longer before striding toward the exit, disapparating with a desperate crack as soon as he hit the pavement.

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Max!
[info]fire
2013-09-29 03:09 am UTC (link)
It was as it had always been, and should always be: Melania and Max dressed to the nines,and the only attractive, interesting people worth talking to at a party. The only difference now was the generous contributions had come them (well, all right, Melania), rather than their parents. That, of course, would be difficult seeing as Melania's were dead and Max's practically disowned.

In most other instances, Melania would at once have affectionately amended Prince Oliver Rye to that statement, but tonight was not most other instances. Melania's mood was already soured by the refusal to admit her precious, precocious, talented Chow Uffizi into the ballroom ("She has almost as many accolades as I do, she's more prestigious than half the admitted guests!"), and the presence of her increasingly surly brother simply irritated her further.

"I know he's quiet and whatever other nonsense, but he always talks to me!" Melania was saying, pausing to nibble at a finger food. Considering her words, she amended, "I mean, he always listens to me, but—!"

The lack of reaction alerted Melania to the fact that Max had been unusually quiet during this entire exchange — she couldn't quite remember how long she had been talking, but the "uh-huhs" and "you're rights" had been particularly scarce.

"Don't you think so, Max?" she said, glance over her shoulder. Her friend was not, however, even looking in her direction. "Max." Impatiently, she waved her fingers into his line of sight. "Maximus! I need attention, please."

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[info]catwhisperer
2013-09-29 04:10 am UTC (link)
"Sorry?"

Max shifted in his seat, a fleeting image of red still lingering within his glossed-over daze. He had just been... Max shook his head slightly, and closed his eyes. That wasn't... he turned fully in his seat, placing himself at Melania's full attention once again.

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly, shaking his head again slightly for good measure. Max rested his hands in his lap, and reached into the back of his mind to pull anything out of what Melania might have been saying to him in the past few moments. Luckily, he had been listening more than he thought.

"You're worried about Oliver?" Even mention of Melania's youngest brother made Max's stomach drop. An uncomfortable subject he had trying to avoid as of late, but that was difficult to do when said subject lived with you. Max wasn't entirely sure how it had all come about, because it had seemed like one day Oliver just appeared and all of his things along with him as if he had been within Melania's expansive house the entire time. But, that was Melania's family, he had come to learn over the years. Just popping up and out of seemingly random places in the world in connection to almost random people...

Max bit the inside of his cheek. It hadn't been for very long, but he had been sitting on a very delicate piece of information about Melania's baby brother. And he wasn't sure, yet, if it would be appropriate to tell Melania despite it being something he believed she should know.... but it wasn't exactly a secret he should be telling, was it? He had only figured out because, whilst during one of her previous rants about her brother last week she had mentioned how outrageous it was the amount of tattoos Oliver had, including a very old rabbit which he apparently had had for years....

Perhaps Melania was fretting because, a small part of her, already knew?

No, of course not, if Melania actually knew... she didn't. There was no way. Only he, Max Fancourt, was burdened with this new, yet very old, piece of information. And because of this, instead of pressing his friend on further, Max simply swallowed thickly and pressed his brow further in attentiveness and concern.

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