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

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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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fire
2014-02-19 09:06 pm UTC (link)

Her nose crinkled as she took him in with this new knowledge. A sports agent? She could not imagine a job that would bore her more. Quidditch was the one part (at least, it had been the one part) of Ollie's life that Melania could hardly even feign interest in—the number of his games she had attended could be counted on one hand and she had inevitably fallen asleep and/or left during them.

Melania slanted him a sceptical look. "Do I look as though I've ever played nice in my life?" she asked, dubious rather than haughty. If she did, that was both an affront to the image she had cultivated effortlessly throughout her entire life of not playing nice, and that would simply be unacceptable.

Although she wondered what this man could possibly mean, or what he had to offer in exchange for her cooperation, she gave him a very exasperated sigh. "I am obviously doing fine," she indicated her close proximity to Ollie and Nicola with the menu vigorously, "without your meddling. Your assistance is highly unnecessary.

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fictitious
2014-02-22 01:21 am UTC (link)

"You wouldn't be at this table without my assistance," Henry pointed out, unable to resist pointing out the fact that she was still, indeed, sitting at his table. "That big head of mine would still be blocking your still rather limited view."

He stretched back, noting the time and realizing he'd spent far longer in the teashop than he would have ever liked. He hadn't so easily gotten into a bickering match with someone in a long time, not one that was fueled solely by his own entertainment. Henry knew he could have gotten up the second she invaded his personal space, and he was going to do so in a moment, but he'd been amused. Amusement hadn't seemed to come along very much in the past year. And amusement at the expense of a pretty posh princess was always the best kind of amusement.

Henry made eye contact with the waitress, who was busy calming down a bloke who'd had a marriage proposal go wrong. It was definitely time to go; pat the poor sap on the back and get him the check, please. Pushing back his seat, Henry reached into his front pocket and pulled out one of his business cards. Perhaps he could still manage to get Phoebe some sort of way into the locked box that was Ollie Comstock.

"Here, just take my card. I do come quite in handy when it comes to unruly and rebellious quidditch players."

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