m a t t i e ❁ (matildas) wrote in valesco,
@ 2014-04-24 23:49:00

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adrian mattias, caden flint, cameron montgomery, carys llewellyn, delilah spinnet, estella flint, group, magnolia mattias, matthew summerby, mattie scarpin, max fancourt, michal conway lynch, nicola scarpin

SNITCH! PARTY IN THE PARK! OPEN TO ALL

She wouldn't say she flounced down the steps of the stage, but...well, okay, flouncing was a good word for it. Mattie skipped the last two steps and landed easily on the grass, feeling as if she couldn't stop moving because then the amazing feeling coursing through her would disappear and she'd never feel it again and it was just too exciting and good and awesome and she was here!

Nicola was here! In the crowd that was watching Mattie and her band perform. Her sister had come! Mattie nearly lost her place in the song when she'd spotted Nicola, but thankfully she was able to cover her slight slip up and finished the set. Food was now coming out so they'd taken an intermission and Mattie---Mattie wanted to go find her sister, she did, she wanted to go and hug her and nearly pass out from her exhilaration, but spotting Nicola from afar was a lot different than actually speaking to her and---what if she was only here because of her quidditch playing boyfriend? The one who wasn't playing anymore?

That didn't make much sense. Regardless, her sister was here, she'd seen her perform, and Mattie couldn't be any happier.

"Oomph--MAX!" Mattie let out in one big gulp of air. She had been too busy watching Nicola's head bob in and out of sight on the other side of the gathering (which was so fun and festive and just--springy) that she had not noticed her feet had kept moving and straight into Max Fancourt. Her heels sunk into the ground, still damp from the rain from the night before, and Mattie tugged her foot out. She fanned herself, feeling hot for a million reasons. "Hi, hi!"

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conways
2014-05-10 02:40 pm UTC (link)

His brows rose high, and a lingering ill smile permeated on his face. But before Michal could react further, or more importantly take the time to create an appropriate and insightful response, a sharp jab to his side distracted him. He reacted fully, twisting away from Carys' blunt force of a hand.

"Oy!" Michal let out, and immediately rubbed the tender spot under his ribs with his hand. Carys was well aware of how freakishly strong she was; he did not appreciate her even in the slightest manner of potential maiming. He scoffed as he picked up the edges of his shirt to check, in fact, if a large and purple bruise hadn't already formed. He found himself quite shocked when it hadn't.

"Howell wouldn't tell you anything," Michal stated, perhaps a bit darker than necessary. But, when it came to secrets and Howell Williams, Michal couldn't help but feel disgruntled; it felt like his young friend was keeping more and more from him everyday and less inclined to make Michal privy to any of it. He frowned further, and feeling especially cross now that his fleeting good mood had been ruined, spoke again quickly.

"Michal you haven't played since August, are worried about that at all?" he began, talking in a much higher tone that implied a female speaker. The fact that it matched, to the best of his ability, Carys' welsh accent undertones was completely purposeful. "As your friend I've been thinking how that might be worrisome."

He dropped his shirt, and turned his full attention back to Carys.

"Pfft, Falmouth secrets. Please," he grumbled, also docking his shades back over his eyes. "More like Catapult secrets. Everyone knows the land of prim and proper has galleons worth buried under that pitch, I should be asking you about that."

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