nora m. peakes (melindicate) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-10-27 23:23:00

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adian rosenberg, arista sykes, caradoc dearborn, charles spinnet, charlotte sweeting, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, galvin gudgeon, giada dorny, glenda prewett, graeme dorny, greta catchlove, group, howell williams, jake bexley, kalista borgin, larkin whitby, louis bonaccord, matthew summerby, nona pepper, nora peakes, octavius pepper, oliver comstock, penelope fawcett, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, saoirse mullet, seth wadcock

Halloween Haunted Castle Event! Open to Everyone!
While she wasn't particularly keen on parties, she was set on saving wildlife. Everyone else seemed to rake in the galleons by throwing large events, no matter the scandals that erupted from them, so why couldn't they? Nora had conservatory's committee for quite some time now, and being the youngest by a good forty years, had devised this plan as a new and fresh way of funding. It helped greatly that she had friends that had access to some of the best party planners (or that she could twist Charlie Spinnet's ear until he helped her out), and things seemed to have turned out well. So far.

For the brave at heart, there was a grand maze that made its way throughout the haunted castle. Guests would be offered clues to get themselves to the ballroom, and if they were truly lost (as Nora was sure was to occur), for just a small donation (it's for charity), any money dropped into a clue box would light up a blue path down the correct route to lead the way out. With all the Gryffindors that Nora had put on the guest list, she was sure they were going to triple their goal.

There was a simpler route than the maze, which was simply to walk through the double doors to the dance floor. Nora was currently wavering between the two, having run out of pamphlets to give out at the front entrance therefore giving her no excuse to join the festivities. She felt rather exposed, as Delilah had stolen her cloak, and when someone tapped her shoulder she jumped nearly a foot in the air.

"Bloody hell!" she let out, spinning around. "You scared the life out of me!"

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Louis!

hath_no_fury
2013-10-28 01:08 am UTC (link)

Kalista had gotten used to the idea that the only opportunities she had to get out of the house came in the form of a charity event, or some other social gathering where she was responsible for representing her household. Augustus accompanied her from time to time, but for the most part she went off by herself because her husband had work, or simply did not want to join her. Ever since she was a little girl, she had been trained to make conversation with all the right people in order to remain in their good graces. She knew which pure blood witches and wizards enjoyed having their egos stroked, so all she really had to do was shower the right people with compliments and talk up Augustus - make mention of how successful he was, and what a great father he was to Astrid.

It wasn't like she was lying, but the smile she spoke through was never sincere. Kalista had always daydreamed about getting married since she was a little girl, and while she knew an arranged marriage was a possibility, she thought things would be different. She thought she would be happier, for starters. She would even settle for content, but between Augustus treating her like her only purpose in life was to produce an heir, and her best friend turning into someone she didn't want to know anymore, she only ever felt happy when she was with her daughter.

Making her way to the other side of the room, Kalista was careful to make sure no one stepped on her dress as she approached the fountain of spiked punch. Holding out her goblet, she filled it and took a sip, peering over the rim through her mask in order to survey the crowd. The crowd was thinning out, seeing how a lot of people had work in the morning and had left at a reasonable time. Glancing over at the clock, she saw that it was only 12:30, and let out a sigh at the realization.

She wasn't ready to go back home yet, just to take off her costume and crawl into bed with her husband who would surely be asleep. She would likely stare at the ceiling for hours until she was tired enough to doze off for a bit. She tried not to think about it as she took another sip of her punch, hoping to at least get a nice buzz so that falling asleep wasn't so much of a chore when she finally did decide to leave.

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superbad
2013-10-30 01:18 am UTC (link)

If you could sip your drink angrily, Louis Bonaccord was doing it. He scowled behind his half-piece mask, a last minute costume because his sister's stupid dog (it must take after the idiot man that gave it to her) had decided to relieve itself on his Kestrels jersey. It had been perfect! Adian was to be Drystan Fawcett, and he Charlie Spinnet, and they were going to break into random and loud fights throughout the evening. It would have been beautiful.

But, no. The smell of dog piss would not leave his jersey, no matter how hard he or his sister tried. Alphonse was now banished from the room whenever Louis entered it.

For some reason, though, Therese had a mask that he could borrow so he did not have to be the only person without a costume. A quick change into one of his more formal set of robes and a rather intense billowing cloak, he was now the phantom of some opera. Which opera, he had not known, but at least he looked dashing. Dashing. He always looked dashing! He had wanted to be a Kestrel. Pah.

His glowering over the night had caused him to have a little more liquor than he usually might. Louis was adept at holding his own when it came to drinks, so he was merely feeling bolder, instead of dizzy and silly. His liquid courage was what had caused him to approach the ravishing woman he had been eyeing for some time. She had not danced with anyone all evening, and any man that had approached her did not seem of the significant kind. He came up to the punch table beside her, putting his glass to the fountain and watching it fill up once more.

"Your dress is going to waste," he said, lifting his drink for a slight, polite cheers before putting it to his lips. "You cannot show it off in the shadows."