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h o l l y ([info]hollyharpie) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2014-02-08 20:41:00


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Entry tags:adrian mattias, anya kalinnikov, danielle rookwood, donovan rookwood, grail yates, group, hamilton nott, henry wadcock, holly troy, jeremiah whitehorn, kendall broadmoor, magnolia mattias, mattie scarpin, melania comstock, michal conway lynch, nona pepper, oliver comstock, savannah davies, scarlett rabnott, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord

Hogsmeade Valentine's Spectacular! Friday, the 14th
Now, Holly was definitely not someone who enjoyed the frills and lace of Valentine's Day. Usually, she hated it, it was in the top five list of things she hated, but this year? She felt like celebrating. It had been a damn good year, and Holly was taking every opportunity to showcase the good bloody mood she'd been in. Sure, there had been its blips (McCormack owed her quite some bit), and each moment made her appreciate each and every day.

But that was the sort of sappy stuff she and her husband didn't say, so that was why she had insisted that their visit to Hogsmeade tonight was to crack jokes and judge the couples that took this holiday way too seriously.

It was turning out to not be as horrendous as one may have thought. Hogsmeade was a village on display, each store front lit up with lights, the street lamps giving off sprays of glitter and confetti as couples walked past. The different food places had set up heating spells around outside tables and counters, the aroma completely filling her every sense. The lake had turned into a beautiful ice rink, while a magical ferris wheel lit up the sky. The village had always amazed her, knowing that it was the only place in the country wizards and witches could be completely at ease with their magic outside of Hogwarts.

"Good thing they didn't let the kiddies out," Holly said, eyes catching sight of the castle in the distance. "They'd ruin the romance."

- Hogsmeade is open to all! The village streets are sort of like a Valentine's fair, hosted by Madam Puddifoot's (so you know there's some cheesy stuff).
- For some ADDED FUN, a little trickster has laced the chocolate supply with a truth serum. The amount of chocolate your character ingests, the more truthful/the longer they are under its spell. Soo...that could lead to some fun, y/y? >:D
- ALSO, for players on non British Isles teams, this is the last weekend to be home because practice for the WC starts after Valentine's Day! So get those feels out because you're shipping out!



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[info]gillant
2014-02-16 06:52 am UTC (link)
“I would think there would be plenty of women for you to save from being alone on a day like today. Maybe you’re just looking in all the wrong places.” She didn’t doubt there were women who went out alone just hoping an available man would take a seat across from her at an empty table. Whether Kendall realized it or not, he really had saved her from the humiliation that came along with dining alone at a table set for two in a crowded restaurant. She wasn’t sure if it would have been any worse if she had left after waiting so long, but she definitely appreciated his decency. Not everyone had that attribute.

When he made mention of the flowers she was holding, she looked down at them with a fond smile. “I think they’ll look lovely in my flat. Perhaps I’ll even take them with me to New York to liven up my hotel room.” She turned back to him. “Unfortunately I’m not as good with plants as I am a beaters bat. They tend to die within a few days’ time,” she admitted. “I don’t know what I do wrong, but I admire them while they’re alive.” She shifted her weight, her shoulders shrugging a bit in reaction to the cold as a breeze passed over them, her hand once again going to swipe some hair away from her face.

“Were you getting ready to leave, or there someone keeping you here?” She didn’t see anyone with him, and he hadn’t mentioned anyone, but she found herself curious as to whether he was there alone.

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