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

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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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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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obtineo
2013-09-28 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Billie couldn't help the subtle brow lift that occurred while she was waiting for an answer, finding the way he was looking at her to be curious. His roaming eyes didn't surprise her, but it was the way he looked at her when she had initially gotten his attention that made her wonder what was going on in his head. It was almost as though she had startled him, despite the fact that she hadn't crept up on him or anything. The guy looked on edge, to say the least.

Pulling out a seat, she lowered herself down onto it and turned to also stare out onto the dance floor. Billie loved to people watch; not in a creepy way, but she liked to observe the interactions between people, almost as much as some people liked to observe animals in a zoo. For someone who was in the public eye all the time, she was socially awkward, so she liked to live vicariously through other people. She took another sip of her champagne, her eyes floating back over to the blonde sitting across from her. He looked like he was anxious about something. She rolled her lips under, debating whether or not she should say anything to him or not - she knew how much she hated being bothered when all she wanted to do was sit there and be left alone. Still, he looked like he was definitely worked up about something. Making a decision, she let out a sigh before leaning forward, her arms folding on top of the table.

"It's none of my business, and forgive me if I'm being too intrusive, but you look as though you could use a bit of fresh air..."

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auroared
2013-09-30 06:18 pm UTC (link)

"You're being intrusive."

Jake continued to stare out at the crowd, and only after a few long seconds did he flinch at his tone. That was probably very rude of him. He could feel Healer Diggle sending him a stern look over his clipboard. Jake rolled his neck and ran his tongue over his teeth before turning to look back at the woman. Again, her perfect figure in her shiny, shiny dress entranced him, but Jake forced his focus to move up to her face.

"Sorry." That was an accomplishment all to himself. "You can sit. I don't need air. I have to be here until eleven."

He could finally breath when the clock struck eleven. Eleven was his favorite number right now. Eleven meant---freedom. But it wasn't the only part of his assignment. Eleven was his time to disappear away from this uncomfortable setting, but it had also been strongly suggested that he make conversation. Jake frowned as he realized that calling a woman intrusive most likely would not count as a conversation.

"Sorry. I'm not very good at this."

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obtineo
2013-09-30 11:12 pm UTC (link)

Billie almost got on the offense when he replied, though honestly it was probably how she would have reacted if the tables were turned. If some stranger had approached her while she was just sitting there, minding her own business, and then told her she looked like she needed some fresh air, she probably would have told them to sod off. Still, her jaw tightened a bit before she let out a heavy exhale through her nose leaning back in her seat, her hands now fidgeting with her clutch on her lap. Now she remembered why she didn't normally try and talk to people she didn't know. Hell, she didn't generally talk too much to the people she did know.

She looked back over at him when he apologized, though she was rather puzzled when he explained that he had to stay until eleven o'clock. That was rather odd, she thought, and she was tempted to ask him what happened at eleven, but didn't want to badger him. He had thought she was being intrusive when she had merely implied looked like he was about to pass out.

His second apology made her smirk a bit, lifting one of her hands to adjust her earring, looking away from him again.

"I'm not entirely sure what this is, but I'm sure I'm not very good at it either." She offered, dropping her hand down before finally turning back to look at him. There was something about those crystal blue eyes of his that was...different. It almost seemed like despite the fact that he was sitting just a few feet from her, he was a million miles away.

"Would I be overstepping any more boundaries if I were to ask for your name?"

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