28 February 1983 @ 09:31 pm
End of Season party! For the 3rd  
Drystan did not usually consider himself a sore loser. He had experienced enough defeats in his career to understand that winning was sometimes as much luck as it was skill—the latter of which he had plenty, the former he was starting to doubt he had any. He would even go so far as to say this was one of the top seasons he'd ever played. Losing the Cup might not be such a hardship, in that light. But to lose to the team he considered the most unsportsmanlike in the League was just an insult to injury. To have lost to them for the third time in the season was, in his perfectly reasonable and justified opinion, grounds for murder.

But a lifetime sentence in Azkaban would leave behind a wife and three children who would likely be just fine without him, but he'd miss them. So mass murder was off the table for tonight, at the very least.

Press snapped pictures outside the admittedly-abandoned looking building of 23 High Street, and Drystan knew there were more inside. Entering the rundown lobby, by-passing the elevator with the out-of-order sign, they made their way up the long flight of stairs to the grand doors of the first floor landing and into the—holy Mer—

Of course, the invitation specified formal wear, but Drystan hadn't honestly been expecting a high-brow formal occasion from the Kestrels. It was a ballroom. There was emerald green positively everywhere. There was something that looked suspiciously like a string ensemble. A bar, where he fancied he would spend as much time as possible, was in the corner. Platters with hors d'oeuvres and glass flutes zoomed by. Having stopped moving, wearing a stupefied expression, Bess had to tug his arm to get him to continue his stride.

"Hell," he muttered, pulling a grim face at the ostentatious yet somehow tasteful décor. Lifting their linked hands, he kissed the back of hers while surveying the spectacle before him.

"Five minutes? Five minutes isn't too soon."



ooc: Quidditch players/personnel + their guests! BLACK TIE! Party is on the first floor in this cool but creepy rundown building. Have fun! :D
 
 
28 January 1983 @ 12:54 am
 
Who: Seth Wadcock and Mira Jasper!
What: awkward run-ins
Where: the most magical place on earth... diagon!

Last time checked, you didn’t reign over Diagon Alley. )
 
 
18 January 1983 @ 02:21 am
OWL to SETH WADCOCK  
No letter, attached with a medium-sized box full of his personal items. Some are obviously missing.
 
 
26 December 1982 @ 11:36 pm
NEW YEAR'S EVE POST  
It felt good to be the host of the party, and not the one creating a scene and making an entrance. Though Charlie would never admit it, the therapy sessions with Healer Bonaccord had...well, he still wasn't happy with everything going on in his life, but it had given him an outlet other than the bar, and that was allowing him let out the pent up stress he'd been bottling in. It was hard to figure things out by yourself, and for someone whose ego was as fragile as his, Charlie was slowly realizing that he needed a complete stranger to release his anxieties.

Of course, he wouldn't feel like he'd completely found peace until he managed to get her in the sack, but that was just a personal goal of his.

At any rate, Charlie was finding that being the host was interesting. Everyone knew you were going to be there, so there wasn't a great surprise when they saw you, but after those greetings were done they were off to see who else had shown up. It looked like a good outcome, but Charlie felt a bit slighted as it was pretty deep into the night and a certain invitee had not appeared in the crowd. With a breath he pushed the door open to the balcony and stepped out into the cool December night.

He stuck his hands into his pockets, spotting some displays of fireworks over the tops of the surrounding buildings. Charlie grinned at the early celebrations and let his shoulder sag.


ooc: guests = quidditch related people + their guest?
 
 
28 October 1982 @ 07:25 pm
Halloween Gala - Open to All! for the 31st  


Henry had shaken more hands tonight than he had in his entire career as a quidditch agent. It seemed like everyone was in agreement; the charity was a great idea and this fundraiser was turning out to be a huge success. Henry was the first to turn the talk to his brother, telling those who approached him that Seth was the mind behind it all, but apparently his brother had been boasting the exact opposite, and Henry was receiving praise he didn't normally receive.

It could really make a bloke feel like a million galleons, to tell you the truth.

Standing at a corner of the dance floor to get a good view of things, Henry felt someone slink particularly close to him and he smiled down at his glowing girlfriend. While it had taken Henry about a week to be able to talk normally without a stutter after Heidi had revealed the news, he was now brimming with pride in just about all aspects of his life.

"Are you having a good time?" he asked, putting a hand to her lower back. Henry had been scolded to not fret as much, so he refrained from asking if she was tired and needed to sit, or go home! He'd go home if she wished. "The band should be starting up again soon."
 
 
31 August 1982 @ 12:31 am
Wedding Guests!! Weeee!  
Carys was glad to finally put those dance lessons her mother had forced her to take to some good use. Her dress twirled quite nicely with the waltz she and Drake opened up the dance floor with, and Carys found herself quite impressed with her husband. Her husband. Ha! That was something Carys never thought she'd think, or say, or have. She'd been very content in just living life day to day, but the idea of having someone to be there along the hopefully long way was awfully nice. And Drake was awfully nice to look at too, so that helped a lot.

Of course she hadn't agreed to marry him (because he'd asked her! She'd never let him live that down) just because he was handsome, even if she was sure to rub that into her sisters' faces at every chance. There were other factors that led her to accept, but those thoughts and words were for quiet times when she was feeling overly emotional and not for the dance floor.

The song gracefully slid into a slower tune and this time more couples joined the newlyweds (holy hell!) on the dance floor. Carys smiled at their guests, glad that they'd been able to make it and even happier that they all looked to be having a good time. Her head tilted up to smirk at Drake, ready to make some hilarious comment about Martin and the fire dancers, but Carys found herself at a loss for words as the secret she'd been keeping since right before she put on her dress came back to the forefront of her mind.

Instead she just smiled and dropped her head to his chest, not wanting to ruin the night.
 
 
09 August 1982 @ 03:06 am
 
Who:Seth and Mira
What: Cuteness.
Where: Seth's house
When: umm yesterday?

But lucky for you, I’m the charity kind. )
 
 
30 June 1982 @ 10:49 pm
Happy Birthday Mira My One True Love!!  
presents presents presents! )
 
 
10 June 1982 @ 10:15 pm
Open to Quidditch Players + Guests  
Of course the party had a slight theme of blue and yellow. It wasn't blatantly obvious, but as Bess shifted the United blue napkins to the perfect angle, she couldn't help but beam at how proud she was of the entire gathering. People were happy to see each other, mingling and looking relaxed; the party was exclusive to the players and their guests, so there were no cameramen or journalist---the only pictures being taken were by the players themselves, who seemed to be having a good time goofing off before work began again. Bess had really never thought about being one of those wives, that hosted parties and entertained guests, but---she had to admit that it was quite fun.

The garden looked beautiful. Bess wasn't quite sure how Drystan had so easily managed to get the space, but she wasn't going to complain. Her husband had tricks up his sleeve that she'd probably never fully figure out. Plus, she'd gotten her sister-in-law out of her flat and now Penelope was somewhere around here...hopefully talking to a handsome bloke (but just talking! Only talking!).

Bess couldn't be more pleased with herself. She let out a breath and shook her head at a few players who were on their fourth glass of champagne.
 
 
21 March 1982 @ 08:33 pm
Party Post! - Sunday Night  
"MONTROSE MAGPIES, THE 1982 BRITISH AND IRISH LEAGUE CHAMPIONS!"

Oh, Maggie would never get tired of hearing that. As trying as the past few weeks, months had been, seeing her stadium (her stadium) lit up with fireworks and fans and just---it was amazing, it was the best feeling she'd ever had in the whole entire world. She was a champion! Her team, they were champions! Oh, she loved her team, she really did. As much as they annoyed her all the time, they had definitely suffered through enough embarrassment and humiliation to last a lifetime and it just made them all work so much harder to get to this place.

The celebration party was set for the pitch of Montrose Stadium, a great white, billowing tent was set up almost immediately after the teams had come off the pitch, and after two hours of interviews and awards (Drake won the game M.V.P.! Maggie had jumped onto his back mid-interview), she was now dressed like a a bloody rockstar. She definitely felt like one, and would continue to feel this way all the way until next year's championship.

She felt a hand on her elbow and Maggie twisted, her eyes batting with a great smile, "What a match, huh?"


[OOC:] You can either tag at the party, or comment as if it were a news post! Interactive fun~
 
 
08 February 1982 @ 08:36 pm
Valentine's Day Gala!  

Being the defending champs gave the members of the Caerphilly Catapults many obligations, like being the MC's of this rather lavish evening...or, rather, the boys had volunteered Carys to do all the talking as they stood and looked cute in their suits. It was a job that she didn't particularly mind, she'd been in the spotlight all her life, but she grew bored of introducing generous donors and the big-wigs of the league. Carys knew about all the politics that went on behind the scenes, so she put on a good face, but was definitely not shy about voicing her opinion on certain matters.

"Oh, absolutely," she said to the head of the refereeing committee, "But when you've got one ref on the offensive side, and the foul's committed on the far end of the defense's area....I'm just saying, we should probably be taking advantage of--oh, what's it called?" Carys winked at the man, and at the reporter listening in, "--magic?"

She laughed when he huffed and excused himself, and the reporter shook her hand for the great sound bit. Carys gave a little twirl (her dress had too many ruffles not to twirl), and leaned over the counter to order another drink. The sound of something like an amused snort made her turn her head, and she raised her eyebrows,

"Something funny?"
 
 
11 January 1982 @ 12:42 am
 
Who: Seth and Odette, then Seth and Mira
Where: Magpie locker room
When: Nowish?


That and there’s the chance of teammates lurking about and eavesdropping. )
 
 
05 January 1982 @ 10:58 pm
 
Who: Mira Jasper & Seth Wadcock with an appearance by Bianca Vaisey
What: Oh noes! The truth comes out.
Where: Apartment! Hallway!
When: Now!

So, Seth! What do you do for a living? You’re a strapping young fellow )
 
 
12 December 1981 @ 11:35 pm
 
Who: Seth Wadcock and Mira Jasper
What: Seth tries to redeem himself!
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Before Seth and Henry! Fluid time ftw!

No, no. Keep it on the right track. At least he was getting better at not saying those cheesy aloud. )
 
 
08 December 1981 @ 12:29 am
 
Who: Seth Bloody Wadcock and Mira Jasper
Where: all dreams come true, a bar
What: Hahahaha
When: Nowish

Perhaps, I could be convinced to share. )