¤ α н r ¤ (starcrossed) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-07-25 22:06:00

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alecto carrow, anneliese jugson, caradoc dearborn, christopher loftus, deidra mckinnon, emmeline vance, juliana travers, juliet nott, mackenzie goldstein, rhys nott, sebastian goldstein, vivica sloan, william jugson

Everyone!
Anneliese Jugson.

Even after she had time to officially get use to her new name, it still made her skin tingle. Anneliese Jugson, Anneliese Jugson--- she was finally married now. There was nothing else in the world that she could possibly focus on, or even think about, beside that this was her perfect wedding and she was now, officially, married to the most wonderful man in the world. Nothing could possibly even begin to bother her, because everything was perfect. Everything from the cake all the way down to their little green favors-- she wouldn't have changed one thing. Their guests were allowed to bring home everything, placeholders, centerpieces-- anything. Of course, that was to happen after she had stated it was alright to do so, and had one of her own to keep, but even then if they went home with nothing it wouldn't bother her that much.

Anneliese sighed happily as she sat, almost in a daze. Her dress still fit beautifully, and now she finally understood why brides were so adamant about no one else wearing white to a wedding; she felt nearly divine at this point.

Oh, she really did love weddings.

No, she really did love her wedding.

And Will, she loved him too.

Blinking herself out of her own haze, Anneliese slowly turned her head to face Will. "I love you," she cooed lowly, fingers reaching to lace with his. She really, honestly did. Anyone that could put up with her hysterical self like he did just days before the wedding most definitely deserved that, at the very least. Anneliese leaned forward to gently press her lips onto his for a few seconds before pulling back to smile.

[OOC] Just so everyone can start a bit earlier! Still meant to occur Saturday night :]

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advancingly
2008-07-26 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Her brow furrowed in---not confusion, though maybe it was a little; why on earth was he even interested in...well, no, she could sort of understand why Caradoc would want to be involved in his sister's life to this rather creepy level, because the Dearborns lived to annoy each other, but this was just--strange. She'd hoped she would know if one of her best friends had gotten married, and she had seen the ring on Juliet's necklace but--that could mean anything.

"I...don't think so?" she said slowly, looking out to see if she could spot Juliet, to make eye contact and further prove that her brother was being ridiculous once again. Juliet and Rhys were acting rather cozy earlier; maybe the ring meant they'd gotten engaged. She could understand wanting to keep that to themselves for a while, until Emmeline began to think it was Juliet and Rhys, and the idea of them being sentimental simply did not work.

Maybe she just made him buy her a diamond ring. That sounded more realistic.

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docstheword
2008-07-27 12:50 am UTC (link)

Caradoc watched Emmeline carefully for a long moment, his eyes locked on her face the entire while. He was sometimes able to tell when she was lying or not (really just when she was caught off guard), but this was not one of those instances. And he most certainly didn't believe that she just knew nothing, because whatever the hell was going on, Juliet would have told everyone but him just to make it that much more amusing for her.

"Either you do or you don't," he demanded quickly with a rush of air. Caradoc took another breath, and let go of Emmeline's elbow once he noticed he had begun to hold onto it tighter than before. While shaking his head, he realized that acting this way was probably only fueling Juliet even more. He shouldn't--- why was this bothering him so much-- but. He had to know. Something-- anything. He really shouldn't be caring this much.

"Emmeline," Caradoc started again, his eyebrows going high on his face now. "She didn't say anything to you?" he repeated, trying his best to seem at least a little controlled. Afterall, it was only a matter of time before Emmeline completely blew up at him. Which would just cause more problems then he wanted to deal with, honestly.

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advancingly
2008-07-27 01:28 am UTC (link)

He was being completely and utterly rude (and weird), and a very large part of her wished to simple vanish and let him think that he was being tugged around by not only his sister, but herself. So close to just disapparating, or to at least shrug awkwardly as if she didn't want to reveal a secret. No, she was just not in the mood for Caradoc's games right now, and seeing as she didn't know anything, well---Emmeline did not like not knowing things.

"Not a word," she said with a breath, eyes now scanning the crowd for a drink. Yes, she desperately wanted to have a good time at the wedding, but for nearly a year she'd been suppressing her worry about Anneliese entering this marriage, and now seeing her in the white dress and dancing with Jugson-- it all seemed to be rushing to the forefront of her mind and she could not stop thinking about it.

Ignore the fact that she was dating a death eater; Caradoc at least had the Order on his side. Jugson was...maybe the auror training had changed him, maybe, but that day in her old house still jumped to mind every time she saw him. Quite annoying, quite---unnerving. Maybe this could be good for Anneliese...they wouldn't hurt one of their own, right?

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docstheword
2008-07-27 02:14 am UTC (link)

See, now he didn't believe her. Emmeline was no longer looking at him (she had never started), and to him, that obviously meant she must know something. An inkling, a phrase must have been passed between them, or anything like that. Caradoc drew another breath of deep air as he quickly became uncontrollably impatient. He would think that when it came to certain things, he would trump over Juliet--- but no, apparently not. That thought alone made him feel hot, to the point where an almost burning feeling began to course through him.

Fine--- fine. There was another way he could find out.

"Fine," Caradoc snapped, not waiting to grab Emmeline's wrist and drag her out toward the dance floor. It would only take a few seconds; she wouldn't even notice, Emmeline certainly seemed in a bad enough and distracted mood to make this simple.

While it took a few minutes to get her to actually dance, finally there came a moment when she looked up at him. As unnoticed as possible for those few seconds, Caradoc searched for any recent memory including Juliet that gave off the emotion of surprise or secrecy or (it would be easy to find, he has just pestered her about it for a good five minutes, and she was still angry about it)---

Was she honestly thinking about Jugson of all things? As he pulled out (nothing! She knew nothing), Caradoc couldn't help but look at her, perplexed. Now that he knew she didn't know anything about Juliet (what was his sister doing?), he felt it was right to focus on other things. The memory of what had happened in her house over a year ago was still fresh, right on the surface of her emotion and memory. Surely she didn't think he was going to attack her again? He frowned.

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advancingly
2008-07-27 02:28 pm UTC (link)

There was something terribly wrong with this man.

Emmeline protested loudly, making sure that everyone around them knew that he was forcing her to dance, or--move stiffly together, whatever it was they were doing right now. She was in no mood to dance, she was in no mood to actually be near Caradoc right now, and all she really wanted to do was sit down and act exhausted so that no one would bother her. Couldn't she go back to picking out centerpieces and little edible fruit cups? That was fun, thinking about Anneliese with him for the rest of her life---not as good.

It was strange. Evan Rosier, who Emmeline knew had been her capture back in September, was roaming the party, she'd seen him, but because she couldn't associate his face with anything, it didn't move her---but now as Will and Anneliese took the floor or--began to mingle near them, Emmeline found herself involuntarily pushing closer to Caradoc.

Merlin's bloody--she'd faced death eaters head on, and she was worried about him? She was more than embarrassed about it, but that didn't stop her from getting nervous. Ugh.

"What?" she nearly snapped at Caradoc as she finally spotted his less than amused expression. Her eyes softened and she let out a breath, even though he really had no reason for an apology, "Sorry, I'm just--tired."

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docstheword
2008-07-29 12:49 am UTC (link)

Jugson? Why Jugson.

Evan was here, someone who Caradoc personally thought was a much larger threat to Emmeline, and yet she hadn't even seemed to have acknowledged his presence. Will was at his own wedding for fuck's sake, what did she think was actually going to happen? He had thought, once he finally did get the chance to poke around her inner thoughts, that he would be better able to understand Emmeline. But, no. That obviously would never happen. Caradoc pressed his lips together, not liking how Emmeline was so... not like herself.

He watched her quietly for a few more seconds, finding it even more curious that she was now apologizing to him. For nothing, really. Maybe she was 'subconciously' trying to get him to apologize to her.

"Relax," Caradoc eased to her, still frowning slightly. This was steadily beginning to bother him; didn't she realize that no one was to going to be able to even touch her now with him here? He sighed, and blinked slowly.

Well. Either way, she was going to find out about what he just did five seconds ago; it was really just the matter of how she would find out. "Stop worrying," he sighed, readying himself for---- her.

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advancingly
2008-07-29 03:42 am UTC (link)

Sometimes---not a lot of the time, but sometimes she hated how her mind immediately jumped from one idea to the next so quickly. Worrying? What did he think she was worrying about? Juliet? No, she'd shown no concern about that at all, why would he think she was worried about whether or not his sister was engaged? That didn't make sense. What she really was worrying about, he would have no idea, unless Caradoc had suddenly become insanely in tune with her emotions and feelings and actually thought past---

--thought, had he--

Nooo. No, right?

He didn't look too proud of himself, or at least, he wasn't happy. Relax, stop worrying; he wouldn't be telling her to ignore his silly reaction toward Juliet's supposed secret. Emmeline's lips tightened greatly, knowing that Caradoc had joked (or at least she thought) about reading her mind more than once, but he hadn't, right? He wouldn't?

Well, no, he would, but--

Fighting against a rather loud voice saying to trust him, Emmeline let her foul mood get the best of her and she dropped her hands from around his neck, stiff and stoic in the sea of dancing bodies. "Beautiful, Caradoc, really. Can you see what I'm thinking now?"

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docstheword
2009-05-30 04:08 am UTC (link)

No. He should say no. He should state that he had no idea what she was thinking about then, even though Caradoc had a fairly good idea of very distinct thoughts she was cursing about him at this point. He was telling the truth! He had only looked into her mind for a few seconds, not daring any long because she might notice, making this happen. But for some reason beyond him now (it had seemed like the only appropriate thing to do a few seconds ago) had decided to tell her that he had poked into her inner thoughts without her permission.

Because... there something was wrong with him, tonight. Perhaps it was the fact that they were at a wedding (together, he might add, but he had sufficiently distracted himself adequately to not be bothered by it), or mostly because of this Juliet development, but it felt like he could barely control himself. Ugh. He might as well just be dubbed a Gryffindor for fuck's sake, because that was honestly how he had acted---

Too bad he couldn't tell Emmeline that.

Caradoc quickly let go of her as she went rigid. He really should have prepared himself more appropriately for this. Obviously she was going to be in a bad mood because her best friend was getting married... and it really didn't help that the person she was marrying to didn't exactly make her feel comfortable in the slightest. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"No," he replied soothingly, his eyebrows shooting down to help convey nothing short of guilt across his face. She was not going to believe that. Caradoc scratched the back of his neck awkwardly for a second and pulled his lips in tight. Emmeline was at least going to hit him, so he should prepare himself for the worst.

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advancingly
2009-06-01 04:24 am UTC (link)

She blinked quickly, forcing herself to boil down the anger that was quickly rising up within her. No, she couldn't cause a scene at her best friend's wedding, Anneliese would kill her. It was just so infuriating, and all it caused Emmeline to do was think back to any time she had felt like he'd read her mind and had dismissed it as paranoia. Had he done it before? Dedalus said he couldn't control his mind reading sometimes, was Caradoc that perfectly in tuned with his abilities?

"You are---" she began in a low hiss, but was gripped tightly in the arm and dragged into the crowd by a nearly hysterical Ellie Bell. At first Emmeline thought there was something wrong, that something terrible had happened, but the loud shrieks Ellie was emitting weren't that of tears or terror (so sad that being tortured was where her mind went) but that of exaggerated glee.

Emmeline spotted Anneliese standing on the small stage, waving her beautiful bouquet around her head, and she quickly figured it out. Ooh. She flushed deeply, yanking her arm out of Ellie's grip but remaining by her side. Oh, this was brilliant, really. She had no desire to catch the bouquet when she was so terribly annoyed at her boyfriend. The last thing on her mind would be catching the damn thing, as getting married next was not only unlikely but highly unfavorable at the moment.

Though---it would make Caradoc cringe and fall to the ground in absolute terror (or death, he may even die), wouldn't it?

Emmeline twisted her neck to find him in the crowd and smiled brightly, turning back to Anneliese with a look of excitement. Oh, Caradoc didn't need to have any idea that she had no intention of actually making a dive for the flowers. She just needed to bounce on her toes a bit, and nudge Ellie around as if that were the case.

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