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


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Entry tags: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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[info]perfectblack
2013-11-18 01:56 am UTC (link)
Penelope's already large eyes widened to the size of saucers, and her wings beat triple the time they had been before snapping straight out.

He what?

Blinking furiously, Penelope's gaze slid down to the floor, and though she would have enjoyed allowing her gaze to remain there, fought to raise her eyes back up. She was at a loss for words, at a total loss for composure, as she struggled to come to terms with what Charles had just revealed to her under duress.

If Charlie had been holding on to this ring since April, and almost proposed to her four or five times, how had a witch who prided herself on her ability to observe suspected not one thing?

More than never having suspected, she'd never even thought along this vein herself. Of course, she'd imagined if Charlie and she had a future together, but those were much more like innocent, childish daydreams. Their checkered history aside, Penelope did feel quite safe with Charles, and was positive she loved him.

But marriage? She was hardly 21 years old… Barely a fifth… possibly even a sixth into her life. Penelope had envisioned what that big day might look like, of course she had. She was not sure, however, that she was in anyway ready to make that even slightly more of a reality than the pretty, dreamy picture in her head, even if it was with a man she loved.

The barriers of the spell had come down, with all her secrets safe and sound, but she felt as rooted to her spot as ever. "I didn't…" Penelope trailed off quite helplessly. "I… "

"The door," she found herself uttering. Penelope whirled around and sought out the exit in a bit of a stupor. "Doors are good."

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