30 June 1985 @ 01:16 am
BRO!  
There had to be a word for the wonderful feeling a person felt when they woke up before their alarm clock and realized they still had at least an hour of sleep left. A creak of a door had awoken Louis from a rather deep slumber, and his bleary eyes checked his clock for the time. 5:02 AM, yes, good, his alarm would not go off for another hour and twenty-eight minutes. If he fell back asleep now, he would ensure himself at least another hour and twenty-five.

Today was going to be a big day at work. Louis had been preparing his proposal for an international youth exchange program that would allow young wizards and witches from all over the world to experience life in wizarding London. It would bring tourism, which would then build jobs! There would be new ideas sprouted, the ministries would have connections for years to come, there were simply a thousand things that could come from this.

But he could not start thinking of them now, as he only had one hour and twenty-three minutes left to sleep. Louis let out a breath from his nose and settled back into his bed.
 
 
20 June 1985 @ 10:55 pm
Penelope!  
He felt quite smug, and attempted to wipe the look off his face before he knocked on Penelope's door. It was a very hard thing for Louis Bonaccord to do when he was particularly pleased with himself, so Penelope should be quite impressed with him if he managed to look nonchalant. It was her birthday and Louis had spent most of the time he was should have been devoting to reports this past week to plotting out her evening. Their evening. Penelope's evening.

But he was coming to find that having your first date be a trip to New York, to Times Square on New Year's Eve of all bloody days, managed to make it difficult to try and think of something better. Penelope had come out for his birthday and he had thoroughly enjoyed her company, but he didn't think that a wild, world cup-frantic pub was something that she would imagine for her own birthday celebrations.

In a moment of sheer genius, Louis had figured it out. He hoped so. He believed he had, and wondered if it was the fact that he was now knocking on her front door that his confidence was wavering. This had better work. He and Adian had worked their tails off.

The front door opened and he grinned, and he cocked his head slightly as he said, "Happy birthday, Penelope. Are you ready for your trip around the world?"
 
 
29 May 1985 @ 01:04 am
 
Who: Adian's BFF and crush, who just happen to hate each other,
What: are forced to spend the day together.
Where: At the Snitch!Radio Station
When: Earlier today!

This is where the magic happens, so to speak )
 
 
23 March 1985 @ 07:13 pm
WORLD CUP PARTY!  


Champions of the world. That's all there was really to say, wasn't it?

Charlie took in a long breath of the cool New York air, admiring the party that was being thrown for team Ireland. Them, being thrown for them! Holly was a riot, capturing pictures with everyone and demanding certain poses. Caden Flint was smiling, smiling from ear to ear! He and Saoirse had even danced for a song or two, or three, it was that kind of night. It felt like his entire life had led up to today's match, to this night.

He made his way to the bar, raising his hand to the bartender to bring him another round. Tomorrow was his last day in New York, and he meant to celebrate this night like it should be. Charlie slid onto the bar stool and shook some hands with passersby as he waited for his drink. It was really something, being part of the best team in the world---it hadn't sunk in, and he didn't think that it was something that would for a long time.

His foot knocked into the person sitting beside him as he turned back to the bar. Charlie grinned sheepishly, "Whoops, sorry."


ooc: Open to all participants of the World Cup, their friends, family, and guests!!
 
 
18 March 1985 @ 12:55 am
Penelope!  
It was hard to not down his first of the most delectable of green beers on the most Irish of days. The celebration of St. Patrick's seemed to have been going on since sunrise at the local pub, but with Ireland's win in the world cup, the spirits of the crowd were through the roof (literally, some spellwork of excitement had left holes in the ceiling). Louis had to use much self-control to contain himself to just one beer as one guest in particular had not arrived yet. Adian had been a very good sport all evening and had managed to wrangle up a few tables and pitchers of refillable drinks, and had roped them off as their own. It was perhaps lucky that they had so much practice wiggling their way out of rent, it created skills for almost every scenario.

Every time the door opened and a new patron arrived, the bar burst into cheers and song. It helped him keep an eye on those entering, and when a particularly loud cheer erupted, he was glad he was in viewing distance of the door.

"'Scuse me!" he said, dropping his beer into the hands of Flynn Wright, who Louis had insisted Adian invite (much to his friend's confusion, as Louis had never really taken to the Hufflepuff). Louis pushed his way through the crowd, stretching himself on his toes to squeeze through the cracks. Finally, after managing to get past two rather vigorous snoggers, he landed flat footed in front of Penelope.

"You made it!" he exclaimed, then realizing how he might sound, cleared his throat and gestured over his shoulder, "It wasn't this packed earlier, but--we've got a table. You need a shamrock." Louis gestured to his cheek, where he was sure the carefully painted shamrock on his cheek was now wiped and smudged away.
 
 
17 March 1985 @ 06:42 pm
Owl to Penelope Fawcett!  
Penelope,

Adian and I, we are going out for some birthday drinks with a few friends of ours. Would you like to join us?


- Louis

P.S. I would like you to join us.
 
 
13 February 1985 @ 10:02 pm
 
WHO: Louis Bonaccord and Penelope Fawcett
WHAT: Lunch!
WHERE: Bakery in a podunk little village in Scotland
WHEN: Sometime before today!

Louis was not a fan of awkward situations )
 
 
30 January 1985 @ 10:13 am
 
WHO: Winnifred Llewellyn & Louis Bonaccord
WHAT: A confrontation
WHERE: Louis's place
WHEN: ... A week after NYE? LOL oops

She was always touching his hair, it was quite disturbing )
 
 
19 January 1985 @ 11:31 pm
Owl to Penelope Fawcett  
Penelope,

Please don't think poorly of me for waiting so long to owl. Would you like to get lunch some time this week? You do like eating lunch, don't you? It may be my favorite meal of the day.

- Louis

P.S. I do fall under the male stereotype with the fact that I eat everything, to make choosing a place easier.
 
 
27 December 1984 @ 05:11 pm
New Year's Eve Masquerade! For Tuesday  




Octavius believed hiring someone to organise an event for him meant they would actually organise an event for him. Unfortunately, that notion proved to be a false one when the organiser left him high and dry in the middle of the month, but Octavius persevered. With the help of himself, Mira, occasionally Lottie Sweeting, and an army of lackeys, the night of the masquerade had come together as beautifully as possible.

Lottie had, for once, actually done her job, and at either entrance of the grand foyer were attendants handing out beautifully crafted half-masks to party-goers, and collecting them as people left. The ballroom was majestic and shimmering, the music was softly thrumming, the drinks were pouring, and the mood was infectious. All in all, Octavius thought, it was a satisfactory night to end a rather satisfactory year. After the chaos and excitement that had chased him all throughout 1983, he was rather happy to have had a (comparably) quiet year.

"Can you make sure Miss Warbeck is ready to begin?" he murmured to an attendant nearby who then scurried off. The Wizarding Wireless Network had, after all, promised a wonderful surprise at midnight! Octavius needed to ensure everything went perfectly.

The flash of a nearby photographer made Octavius scowl, annoyed was he at even the few press witches and wizards who had paid handsomely to be at the charity event tonight. The publicity was good, no one could deny that, and the masks concealed everyone's identity at least marginally so there was no grievous intrusion on privacy, but that didn't mean Octavius enjoyed their presence.

He rolled up the sleeve of his dress robe to check his watch, then his eyes darted back to the stage. It was five minutes to midnight! What, for heaven's sake, was Celestina Warbeck taking so long to appear onto an already dressed stage? Shaking his head agitatedly, Octavius cut through a path through the brightly coloured bodies in the mingling crowd to check on his star performer.



OOC Read this for questions, or ask me! Fluid time, so feel free to thread before/after kisses. Again, the "compulsion" to find your kissing partner kicks in 5-10 minutes before midnight and could be anything from thinking you should walk and get some punch to being mystifyingly sexually attracted to the masked stranger at your side. HAVE FUN! GO WILD ♥ AND HAPPY NEW YEAR'S MY GORGEOUS GALS.
 
 
29 November 1984 @ 11:01 pm
 
WHO: Louis Bonaccord and Kalista Borgin
WHAT: A chance encounter
WHEN: Some time this week?
WHERE: Exotic location!
STATUS: Finishing in comments!

I've just had bad experiences with people suddenly showing up when I least expect them to )
 
 
25 November 1984 @ 11:50 pm
Open to Quidditch Guests!  
She was a champion.

Holly wouldn't (and couldn't, since she was sure it was well-documented) deny that she had cried. Quidditch had been her life for so long, and to have this stretch of a career without a league cup to call her own, it was hard to deal with. Seasons were long and ehxausting, they took away all your time and energy, and to not win the cup meant that you'd just wasted the year. Sure, there were the fans, there was making personal records, and even the international circuit was fun, but Holly had needed this win so badly that she still got shivers when she thought about it. She'd done it, and she'd been the best.

She sighed, taking in the surroundings. Appleby Park had been transformed into a wonderful setting for the event, the spells on the stadium keeping the guests warm and the night sky bright above them. The league cup sat on its platform in the middle of the dance floor, looking like a glorious holy grail that she'd finally wrapped her hands around. Her husband was here somewhere, but she was lost in the sea of people. Teammates, competitors, agents, and the media, it was simply a night for the game she loved, and Holly couldn't remember a moment when she'd been happier with everything in her life.

As she made her way to the bar, she spotted one of her aforementioned teammates standing off and away from the rest of the guests. Holly, not one to ignore a teammate as she'd taken on the role this past season as, well, a mother-hen (but don't tell Theo), she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of her head.

"You're missing all the fun," she said, taking their elbow. When Holly finally got a good look at their face, she frowned, "What's wrong? It looks like you've seen a ghost."
 
 
27 October 1984 @ 11:23 pm
Halloween Haunted Castle Event! Open to Everyone!  
While she wasn't particularly keen on parties, she was set on saving wildlife. Everyone else seemed to rake in the galleons by throwing large events, no matter the scandals that erupted from them, so why couldn't they? Nora had conservatory's committee for quite some time now, and being the youngest by a good forty years, had devised this plan as a new and fresh way of funding. It helped greatly that she had friends that had access to some of the best party planners (or that she could twist Charlie Spinnet's ear until he helped her out), and things seemed to have turned out well. So far.

For the brave at heart, there was a grand maze that made its way throughout the haunted castle. Guests would be offered clues to get themselves to the ballroom, and if they were truly lost (as Nora was sure was to occur), for just a small donation (it's for charity), any money dropped into a clue box would light up a blue path down the correct route to lead the way out. With all the Gryffindors that Nora had put on the guest list, she was sure they were going to triple their goal.

There was a simpler route than the maze, which was simply to walk through the double doors to the dance floor. Nora was currently wavering between the two, having run out of pamphlets to give out at the front entrance therefore giving her no excuse to join the festivities. She felt rather exposed, as Delilah had stolen her cloak, and when someone tapped her shoulder she jumped nearly a foot in the air.

"Bloody hell!" she let out, spinning around. "You scared the life out of me!"
 
 
27 July 1984 @ 01:41 am
 
WHO: Louis & Therese my favorite little frenchies
WHAT: Sibling bonding?
WHERE: Louis & Adian's magnificent rooftop garden
WHEN: Saturday morning!

You would get pummeled by his teammates )
 
 
13 July 1984 @ 08:29 pm
 
WHO: Louis Bonaccord and Dianna Dobbs
WHAT: Random run-ins?
WHERE: The Ministry
WHEN: Late tonight!

He should kick Adian for opening this floodgate of emotions )