the only octavius o. pepper (dinglealltheway) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-12-27 17:11:00

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adian rosenberg, adrian mattias, andrea johnson, anneliese jugson, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, billie trimble, caden flint, cassandra parkinson, charles spinnet, charlotte sweeting, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, elizabeth fortescue, elliot alderton, elphias doge, estella flint, ethan jordan, flynn wright, franziska dolohov, gabriel corner, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, henry wadcock, howell williams, iwan quigley, jake bexley, jeremiah whitehorn, kalista borgin, larkin whitby, louis bonaccord, mackenzie goldstein, magnolia mattias, mattie scarpin, max fancourt, melania comstock, michal conway lynch, miles lufkin, mirabelle jasper, miranda frobisher, nicodemo penrose, nicola scarpin, nora peakes, octavius pepper, odette boot, oliver comstock, orion sinistra, penelope fawcett, phoebe smethwyck, rachel corner, ralph frobisher, remus lupin, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, saoirse mullet, savannah davies, sebastian goldstein, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, west sumpter, william jugson, winnifred llewellyn

New Year's Eve Masquerade! For Tuesday

Octavius believed hiring someone to organise an event for him meant they would actually organise an event for him. Unfortunately, that notion proved to be a false one when the organiser left him high and dry in the middle of the month, but Octavius persevered. With the help of himself, Mira, occasionally Lottie Sweeting, and an army of lackeys, the night of the masquerade had come together as beautifully as possible.

Lottie had, for once, actually done her job, and at either entrance of the grand foyer were attendants handing out beautifully crafted half-masks to party-goers, and collecting them as people left. The ballroom was majestic and shimmering, the music was softly thrumming, the drinks were pouring, and the mood was infectious. All in all, Octavius thought, it was a satisfactory night to end a rather satisfactory year. After the chaos and excitement that had chased him all throughout 1983, he was rather happy to have had a (comparably) quiet year.

"Can you make sure Miss Warbeck is ready to begin?" he murmured to an attendant nearby who then scurried off. The Wizarding Wireless Network had, after all, promised a wonderful surprise at midnight! Octavius needed to ensure everything went perfectly.

The flash of a nearby photographer made Octavius scowl, annoyed was he at even the few press witches and wizards who had paid handsomely to be at the charity event tonight. The publicity was good, no one could deny that, and the masks concealed everyone's identity at least marginally so there was no grievous intrusion on privacy, but that didn't mean Octavius enjoyed their presence.

He rolled up the sleeve of his dress robe to check his watch, then his eyes darted back to the stage. It was five minutes to midnight! What, for heaven's sake, was Celestina Warbeck taking so long to appear onto an already dressed stage? Shaking his head agitatedly, Octavius cut through a path through the brightly coloured bodies in the mingling crowd to check on his star performer.

OOC Read this for questions, or ask me! Fluid time, so feel free to thread before/after kisses. Again, the "compulsion" to find your kissing partner kicks in 5-10 minutes before midnight and could be anything from thinking you should walk and get some punch to being mystifyingly sexually attracted to the masked stranger at your side. HAVE FUN! GO WILD ♥ AND HAPPY NEW YEAR'S MY GORGEOUS GALS.

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perfectblack
2013-12-28 09:20 pm UTC (link)

Tonight, Penelope had vowed to put on a good face for her friends. Her brother swore she need not worry about Chester anymore, but the idea that he had been close to her for years without her knowing his true identity made her feel foolish and unsafe. In the last month, she'd been quiet and withdrawn, so much like her seventh year self, but New Year's Eve had always proven to be a time of change for her and there was no reason for this year to be different.

Only, she could find no friends to put on a good face for, and midnight was drawing steadily closer. There was no sign of Charlie anywhere, with whom she was supposed to ring in the new year, and the masks made it difficult to recognise her friends. Twice Penelope had stopped the wrong person hoping it had been Saoirse or Nona.

Then, there was someone right—there! Penelope had glimpsed him only for a moment, but she knew it was someone she was looking for. Was it Ollie? Her brows drew together beneath her mask as people kept darting in front of her and blocking him from view. No, Ollie was too tall. Perhaps it was the latest suitor on Arista's arm, what had his name been? But hadn't he been blonde? Yes, Penelope was certain he had been. Howell, perhaps? The shock of dark hair suggested it might be, but as she stepped closer to the man and he turned to face her, she knew it wasn't. How silly of her, not to realise it was who she had been seeking out this whole time.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," she said reverently, and reached up to pull his face down to hers.

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superbad
2013-12-29 03:51 am UTC (link)

What reason could anyone have for coming to a party with a date? Louis' luck had been tremendous, lately, as this was now the second time this year that he had been kissed by a woman behind a mask. Without saying much of anything this time, and under his own mask as well. Bloody hell, he was good. A low, satisfied hum escaped his throat; he hadn't known he'd wanted to kiss her so much until her lips pressed against his, and Louis' hand went into her hair to keep her firmly in place. It was the most satisfying kiss he'd had in a long time, and his arm wrapped around her waist.

It took a long of strength to pull away from such a perfect pair of lips, but he managed, only to remain hovering over her lips. The sounds of shrieks and hollers around the ballroom seemed to be far, far away, because all Louis could do was stare at the woman in his arms.

"I am glad you found me," he breathed, completely entranced. Louis found himself pushing forward to kiss her again, seemingly unable to keep his lips off of hers. Who was she? How could she have possibly have this sort of control over his every sense?

He pulled his hand from her hair, fingers playing with the wing of her butterfly-esque mask as he looked her over. Her eyes were such a lovely shade.

"Who are you?" he murmured before leaning forward to kiss her.

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perfectblack
2013-12-29 05:07 am UTC (link)

The clock must have struck midnight already, but the pandemonium, everything, outside of this one perfect little bubble containing the two of them was a distant, faintly annoying buzz. The mask obscured her peripheral vision, but even without that impediment, Penelope had eyes for no one, nothing else but he who was right in front of her.

Although now she had the vague sensation, if such a thing could be allowed next to the heady feeling of his mouth on hers, of hurt feelings. He could ask her such a thing? Did he really not know? Surely, when two people as made for one another as the two of them were placed on this earth, such questions seemed ludicrous. Such questions couldn't possibly exist!

"Yours," she managed to gasp, stroking a hand tenderly down the side of his face, her fingers brushing over the edge of the mask. Penelope stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him again, unable to bear being parted from his lips for long. "Unquestionably so."

She felt his hand curled in the wild tumbles of hair cascading from behind her mask and nuzzled into his palm. "As if you even have to ask."

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superbad
2013-12-29 05:53 pm UTC (link)

That was all the answer he needed. His. He had not had someone who was his in a long time, and there was no way that he was going to let her go. There wasn't anything that could pry him away from her, nothing in this world was more important than this nameless, faceless woman in his arms. She caused him to forget that he had ever felt anything like love for anyone else, those women who had scorned him and disappeared into his memories.

Kissing her was the greatest feeling he'd ever had. He would have to tell Adian he would be moving out in the morning so that he and his lady could start their lives together. What a fantastic life it would be, too! They would travel to the ends of the earth, he would buy her all the jewels she wanted, it would---

Louis was shoved hard in the shoulder by a hollering guest, and his head jerked back and away from his love. The mask skirted up his nose, uncovering one of his eyes in its skewed fashion. Wait, wait--wait. His thoughts jumbled, half of his mind screaming to keep kissing her and the other half...recognizing...did he recognize? Did he know he was not supposed to be kissing the woman in front of him? Louis' hand went to her face in a tender touch, unsure...his fingers tingled, like when you weren't supposed to be playing with the toy you'd snuck away with.

"Penny Fawcett?" he murmured, his conflicting feelings for the girl causing his head to throb. She was a woman that he had, for some reason, this innate need for her to like him and could never manage. Could it be her? Could his feelings have been more than just a desire to be seen as a friend? He pushed up his mask to get a better look at her, and his mind felt like a chalkboard that had been freshly wiped.

"Penny Fawcett?" he let out, dropping his hands away.

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perfectblack
2014-01-06 05:02 pm UTC (link)

Her own hands froze, draped as they were around his neck. Louis Bonaccord? Penelope had been kissing Louis Bonaccord this whole time?

She waited expectantly for the moment of shock and then revulsion, but neither ever came. A vague sensation of surprise had struck her, after he lifted off his mask, but hadn't she had some inkling of who was behind that mask all along? After all, an intense feeling of familiarity had guided her to him. And a mask could only be so mysterious if one had grown up with the person beneath it for seven years. But why hadn't Penelope sensed it was him before?

Still, the lack of discomfort, at the very least, with having been in such close proximity (snogging proximity) to a wizard she openly cared little for was troubling in and of itself. She thought, was fairly certain that, she still had a boyfriend whom she was supposed to meet tonight, however uneasy their relationship may currently be.

What did this mean? Penelope wondered, looking down at her feet.

She knew his hands had slid away from her, just as she knew Louis Bonaccord couldn't be any more fond of her than she was of him. She was painfully aware her hands were still perched on his collar, and that her mask was askew from their fervent kissing. She may have looked a mess; she certainly felt a bit of a mess. All of this—this year had been too much for her.

Silently, hesitantly, she raised herself up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his once more.

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superbad
2014-01-06 10:15 pm UTC (link)

Maybe he was drunk. He and Adian had prepared themselves with a few pre-party drinks before arriving, even if it was mostly for nerves on his friend's part. Perhaps he was drunk, perhaps she was too. Penny pushing forward for another kiss surprised him, but as confused as he was...the feeling of absolute bliss that she had brought to him just moments before was too good to not try and feel again. Penny obviously felt it too, she didn't seem the sort that would kiss a bloke for no reason.

The wonderment wasn't there. She had beautiful lips, her skin was soft, but Louis' thoughts kept racing. Penny Fawcett was kissing him and holding him tight. It made absolutely no sense, but with the fireworks going off over head now that the clock had struck midnight, of what importance did sense make?

She had always been very confusing to him. One of the few people he had not been able to charm throughout his life and for a Slytherin bent on becoming something, even if he was not quite sure what, that had always unnerved him. Did she know better? What did she see that others didn't? Had her opinion of him changed? He couldn't imagine so, unless Saoirse had been speaking kindly of him. Louis dismissed that notion, kissing Penny once more before pulling back. He studied her carefully, twisting her hair around his fingers.

"Do you want to stay?" he asked, taking in a breath. Louis was more than intrigued, he was curious, and he wished to see the outcome of this evening, wherever it ended up. "Would you like to go?"

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perfectblack
2014-01-06 11:52 pm UTC (link)

The temptation to say yes, to leave, was so overwhelming she even uttered the word aloud. Could she really? Disappear off into the night with her former schoolmate, without a word? Would she?

Because the answers weren't as readily apparent as she thought they would be, as she felt they should be, Penelope sighed and gave a small shake of her head, unprepared to reply for the time being. She closed the minute space between their upper bodies and lay her head on his shoulder, finding it a warm, safe place to breathe for a moment, if not compose her thoughts.

What had she done? What did kissing this boy mean? Surely she loved her boyfriend, surely this was not an indication of some lurking, nefarious feeling to the contrary.

Unfortunately, her head was too full of faces and lips and other unhelpful things to answer any of her questions.

"I should go," she said, lifting her head. Exhaling, her naturally straight shoulders slumped slightly as she looked from side to side, adding softly, "I should find the people I came with." Penelope knew she would have to move soon, but other than the somewhat guilty, somewhat curious stare she bestowed upon Louis, gave no indication of doing such.

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superbad
2014-01-07 01:38 am UTC (link)

Louis grinned, not having missed her initial 'yes.' He ducked his head low to whisper, almost excitedly.

"'Should,'" he repeated, hands hovering about her waist as if pushing against an invisible force. Over the past few years Louis had questioned many things that he 'should' be doing over whether or not he actually wanted them to happen. Deciding whether or not the pros outweighed the cons would have kept him from many adventures, for even misadventures counted as stories to tell. Louis held not a single regret in his life, not one that clearly jumped to mind at any rate, and asserted that fact as proof that life figured itself out whether or not you made the supposed 'right' choice.

He didn't really follow Penny's life other than she lived with Saoirse and her mad Ravenclaw friend. He assumed they were the people she'd shown up with, and he assumed that she would have put a name to anyone important that she was supposed to be getting back to. Louis really didn't know what he wanted from her other than an positive response. He didn't plan things very far ahead and he was proving that in this instance. His hand took hers and he lifted it up between them.

"It's always more fun to do things you shouldn't," Louis said, admiring her delicate hand. He felt positively drunk on the new year's air. He locked their fingers, smiling once more at her, "Wouldn't you agree, Penny Fawcett?"

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perfectblack
2014-01-07 06:41 am UTC (link)

Accepting his proposition was, entirely, absolutely, without a doubt, foolish. Penelope had people to find, people who would undoubtedly worry about her. People who, she dimly recalled, she had certainly liked better at the start of the evening than the wizard now grasping her hand. Friends, a brother, a boyfriend, all of whom had kept a careful eye on her in the last month. Leaving without a word to anyone with a boy she admittedly didn't know well was not only foolish, it was a recipe for trouble, for disaster, which was all too attracted to Penelope Fawcett.

And yet, for all Penelope knew, it was the liking everyone which got her in to trouble.

Perhaps it was foolish, but she wanted, for just one moment, to feel as if she could exert some control in her life. To just embrace one silly, stupid impulse, like a girl her age ought to be expected to do, without weighing and agonising over every good and bad aspect of it.

She did not know what would happen if she took Louis's hand, really took it, within her own. But, it would appear, she was about to find out.

Nodding, her fingers tightened their grip on his, sure yet at the same time entirely uncertain what lay in front of her, but determined to see it through. "I would."

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