the only octavius o. pepper (dinglealltheway) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-12-28 19:49:00

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andrea johnson, anton chang, arista sykes, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, edward pennifold, ethan jordan, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, howell williams, iwan quigley, marissa shimpling, matthew summerby, max fancourt, mirabelle jasper, saoirse mullet, scarlett rabnott, seth wadcock, thomas mccormack, violet voltaire

For New Year's Eve!

Octavius thought, all things considered, this party had come together rather nicely. "All things considered" being the harrowing and oddly personal war Mira and he were currently battling out, and its various distractions. With the amount of sabotage his tricky personal assistant wreaked upon him (and, admittedly, some effects of his own retaliation, because he didn't have eight other siblings for nothing), he thought their end-of-the-year bash might never get off the ground. But the floating candles, the rather superb live, musical entertainment, and the food was proof of the fact that, in spite of the squabbling and havoc occuring at the Wizarding Wireless Network studios, they could still throw a rather excellent party.

He optimistically did not let it get to him that he had brought his sister as a date, and an offhand comment she'd made during one of their lunches had given him a spectacular idea for the grand finale of the night. Five minutes before midnight, the lamps would begin to dim to black as the ceiling turned into a reflection of the night sky. Then would begin the countdown, and at the stroke of midnight, ushering in the new year, a slew of firecrackers would be released over the crowd, all courtesy of some handy and pretty ingenious spellwork. Octavius was getting downright gleeful in anticipation of that.

Nor was he letting get to him the unfortunate fact that Mira and he, spitting claws and all, would be taking a portkey at the arse crack of dawn to Istanbul, for the European Cup beginning on the first (or, tomorrow). Select crew, and even some of the party-goers, were in the same boat, but Octavius had a feeling the sleeplessness would be worth it. Tonight would be a night to remember.

OOC refer here for kissing questions! Or ask me :]

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rabastans
2012-12-29 03:23 am UTC (link)

She had promised her publicist that she would stay until midnight. Midnight, Marcia had begged, For the pictures! Make sure you have a champagne glass in your hand to cheer! Scarlett limply held the flute in her hands, arms crossed as her bleary eyes watched the countdown begin. She had not stayed up this late in what felt like months and she was beyond grateful that she was not heading to Istanbul tomorrow. Her exhaustion was the only thing that could numb the feeling of being unable to claim a country as your birthright, though she threw all of her weight in support of England because she'd lived in London all her life. This party was simply a way to detract from the negative press of supposedly being caught behind the stadium with Ludo Bagman, lady-killer extraordinaire. He was the absolute last person she wanted to be associated with and if coming to this all night, though admittedly aesthetically pleasing, party meant that she could be rid of some of the filth his reputation laid upon her shoulders, than so be it.

Only four more seconds until midnight, hopefully she could make it.

Scarlett lifted her glass a bit early, and took the salutatory drink before the clock actually struck midnight. The roar of the crowd hurt her ears and Scarlett silently scolded herself for not bringing the ear plugs she used during matches. She didn’t have to pay too much attention to Bagman’s shouts and orders to the chasers and beaters; if she kept the quaffle out of the goals, he let her do as she wished. Already stalking off as the traditional New Year’s music began to play, Scarlett planted her glass on a nearby counter and made her way toward the exit. She had stayed until midnight! She had even gotten her picture taken with some of her teammates, the ones that she didn’t despise.

A prickling on her back made tilt her face up to the ceiling, and even Scarlett could not deny the beauty of the fireworks display. It was phenomenal, and as the glittering bits floated down onto her face she shut her eyes and reveled in the lovely feeling that was now coursing through her body. Her lips pressed into a smile, feeling as if in a trance. Scarlett dropped her chin and let out a slight gasp.

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bigd
2012-12-29 05:37 am UTC (link)

Derek was in hibernation mode, a continuous cycle of "work, eat, sleep—repeat," which he often found himself in during the long, cold winter months. He hadn't been a party-goer, not for years, but this year… this year had been different, before he'd begun to slide back. He'd been willing to let the new year slip by without so much as a how'd-you-do, but Vinny and many of his fellow hit-wizards hadn't given him much of an option. No, that was a lie—they'd encouraged him to come along, and despite the inevitable misery and heartbreak the close of the year and the start of the new one brought him, Derek had chosen to say yes, to come out and live life a little.

It had taken about an hour to stop wishing he hadn't said yes, but from then on, he'd had fun. Nothing to drink, of course, but food, dancing, a little bit of conversation. He'd had a dance with Mira, gifted Winnie Llewellyn with five minutes in his presence and the offer of a dance, having been largely responsible for her attendance here tonight, complimented Violet on her hair, palled around with some of their other colleagues. For a while, it was fun, it was good, but he needed a break. Something to relieve his parched throat, a little bit of fresh air, just to be removed from the gaggle of bodies in the center of the room.

After that, Derek stayed on the fringes of the party, stopping for a chat now and then, but mostly observing, half out of curiosity, half out of watchful, vigilant habit. He'd had a mind to cut out early, perhaps find Vinny since they'd been separated and tell him so, when the lights finally went out. As numbers were chorused, he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked about, no glass to speak of on his person to toast with. Instead, he found himself studying a witch in front of him a-ways, now looking up at the brilliant display cracking above their heads. He hadn't bothered with them.

He shivered, oddly. Then without so much as blinking, found he had his arm wrapped around her waist, snapped her forward to him, chest-to-chest, and pressed his lips to hers, wondering why it had taken him so long to get there.

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rabastans
2012-12-30 04:27 am UTC (link)

He was beautiful.

Scarlett had gathered this much in the split second she laid eyes on him before he'd kissed her. On any other night she would have twisted his arm and flipped him on his back as she had been taught to do; her father was a former hit-wizard and before Scarlett could ride a broomstick she was able to knock the teasing boy across the street straight on his behind without breaking a sweat. Right now, however, the last thing she wanted to do was to push his warm body away from hers. Scarlett's arms snaked around the man's neck, completely enthralled in every aspect of him. His broad shoulders, the wonderful scent of his cologne, his arms around her were so strong and Scarlett actually found herself pushing her self up, her foot raising as if being compelled to float away.

Her foggy mind began to clear as her lips parted and moved against his, and a sudden, loud banging began to rap furiously around in her head. She did not know him, he had grabbed her, and now he was snogging her! It should have scared her enough to push him away, but apparently her good judgement coming back to life was not enough to push her out of this ecstasy. Even though her mind had realized that this bloke had seemingly plucked her out of the crowd to be his first kiss of the New Year without asking, Scarlett continued to kiss him for a few more lingering seconds. She pulled back, but not very far away, her arms still wrapped around him. There wasn’t an inch between them, and she let out a heavy breath.

Scarlett’s eyes jumped all across his face. His eyes were the perfect shade of blue, how could she possibly be mad that he’d chosen to kiss her?

“Why me?” the question came out in a careful whisper. Scarlett blinked furiously, unsure of anything at the moment, her eyes still seeing stars.