◎ c h a r l i e (spinnets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-12-26 23:36:00

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anya kalinnikov, billie trimble, carys llewellyn, charles spinnet, delilah spinnet, group, joey jenkins, mirabelle jasper, octavius pepper, penelope fawcett, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, victoria cadwallader, zoey moran

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?

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RUPERT

alongday
2011-12-27 03:15 am UTC (link)

She had been very keen on ending the year on a good note. She was even attending a pretty fancy New Year’s Eve party, something that she hadn’t done in years. Therese was happy, and she had been enjoying the time. It wasn’t very often that she got to dress up, especially with a very handsome man on her arms. She and Galvin---well, they had both made it very clear that a relationship was not what they wanted, but it was nice to have a go-to date when things like this came up. Or when you were out at a bar and that desire to take someone home hit. Therese kept those details to herself, but she’d rather owl Galvin than get drunk and end up with some random muggle.

She had been very keen on being happy going into 1983. It seemed to be going that way, until one of Charlie Spinnet’s quidditch pals cornered her near the bar, muttering about how he’d heard how her sessions were very rewarding. It didn't take her long to figure out what he meant, and after pressing her wand sharply into the side of his neck, she managed to get the information she needed. Charlie Spinnet was a dead man, but his capitaine was going to suffer even more.

It was much harder to find Rupert than she had thought it would be, and Therese only caught sight of him because she spotted the large doors of the hall opening and Brookstanton slipping out. Her face was red with anger and embarrassment and she hurried out the door behind him.

"Excuse me! Axebanger!" she snapped, her heels clicking furiously on the floor.

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incharge
2011-12-27 05:22 am UTC (link)

"No, Spinnet, I am le—I said appearance, which me—" Smirking when Charlie waved him away in disgust and turned to more stimulating company, he did a quick summon for his cloak and muffler and headed for the doors. For once, Axe hadn't been put upon to go make nice and smile for nosy reporters with flashing cameras and self-dictating quills. In fact, he'd been strongly encouraged to avoid Spinnet's bash, given his Keeper's rapid spiral into social debauchery, etc.

This had been one factor in his presence tonight, because "don't do this" could only be interpreted as "please, repeat this activity to the fullest of your extent" to Axe. Being a foreigner and all, of course. The other had been the incessant badgering his host, his shadow Zoey, her shadow Joey, and Kate, likely in retaliation for any one of several locker-stuffings, had subjected him to. Perhaps a small third reason was the diminishing need to dunk Charlie's head in a boiling cauldron off field, after saddling him with Therese Bonaccord. Reluctantly, Axe thought, he might have to concede her methods had a way of working. Either that, or Spinnet's libido ran a tighter ship than previously thought. Likely a combination of both.

He glared at an acquaintance who tried to forestall his departure and was pushing past the heavy double doors when a shrill voice had him wincing in his attempt to keep from flinching, like he'd heard it.

It was quite difficult not to, though.

Pivoting slightly in his step, he glanced behind him and was only mildly surprised (largely outweighed by relief) to see it was only Therese. "Help you, Healer?" he asked.

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alongday
2011-12-27 04:14 pm UTC (link)

Her stride didn't break at his acknowledgement, and Therese stormed straight up to Rupert, not hesitating a millisecond before punching him straight in the arm. As good as her slap was, it didn't have the power that she needed to hurt Rupert like she wanted. Before he could react, she punched his arm again, hoping that it was the one he used to thrash that bat of his around.

"Tu es une bête!" she sneered through her teeth, chest heaving. She slammed her fist into him again, "You are---tu es une----" Her hands flew up as a slew of insults in both English and French soared from her mouth, and she capped it off with open palms to his chest. The last time she had hit a bloke like this it was Caradoc Dearborn in seventh year, and those were feelings and memories she had no desire to relieve.

"The nerve---" Therese flushed, unable to verbally come up with why she was assaulting him, all she could think about was how that player had looked at her, what Spinnet must think of her, what...he must think of her, and now she felt more than stupid for coming here with Gudgeon of all people! She was just adding fuel to the fire! "How could you let Spinnet think that we--!"

It was becoming more embarrassing than fury inducing. Rupert had a ton of ammo against her already, and it was becoming abundantly clear that he was ready and willing to use it.

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incharge
2011-12-27 10:16 pm UTC (link)

The first punch caught him off-guard. Still bewildered from the first, there was little he could do about the second. "Diable!" he hissed, when her bony knuckle caught him at the still-soft inside of his elbow. By the third, he was half-resigned to the beating, although he had no idea why the little therapist was flying at him with her fists, when she changed tactics and flew right at his chest. Axe was suddenly thankful he was a Beater and thus used to objects travelling at high speeds slamming into his body, as he rocked back only for a moment upon impact.

It took him a moment to realize she was speaking during all of this, albeit in that same strained, high frequency that had signaled him to wait earlier (which he was regretting heartily now), but he couldn't pay attention to that and her slap-happy fists at the same time.

"I hit back," he warned, but it was mostly drowned out by her stream of non-literal curses.

Prioritizing, he danced away from the last now half-hearted swing and caught her hands firmly in his before even thinking to address exactly why she was making him her punching bag.

"Who think who what?" Axe asked distractedly, focusing on the squirming hands. "Therese, what are you doing?"