phoebe ❀ (feebees) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-10-29 13:41:00

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aberforth dumbledore, agatha timms-catchlove, alice longbottom, bess fawcett, caradoc dearborn, chandler midgen, derek dobbs, frank longbottom, gabriel corner, glenda prewett, greta catchlove, group, james potter, john mulciber, kobe ackerly, lily potter, lucille lovegood, lydia proudfoot, mark timms, matilda mulciber, octavia lestrange, phoebe smethwyck, prisca loftus, psyke bardera, rabastan lestrange, rachel corner, roderick dearborn, thorfinn rowle, tristan bardera, wendy midgen, xenophilius lovegood

The Halloween Ball! --Posted for Friday!
In all of her years at Hogwarts, in all of her years being a prefect and working on a team full of the best students in Hogwarts, Phoebe Smethwyck had never been as impressed as she was right now as she stared around the Great Hall. Illuminated with candles in all shapes and sizes (and colors, a nifty charm a sixth year had found), the tables surrounding the dance floor were decorated with pumpkins, spiderwebs, and fall leaves, creating a spooky, yet beautiful design. The Ghosts of Hogwarts had volunteered to mingle more than usual (she thanked Nearly Headless Nick profusely, and promised to hold him a belated Death-Day party), captivating the guests with stories---how much truth they held, she couldn't be sure, but they were interesting nonetheless.

The band was a new kind of wizard rock, a bit more political than the Hobgoblins, W.O.A.R. There had been a lot of discussion at the prefect meetings about whether or not they should try and book them, but at the end of the day the naysayers (read: the Slytherins) were outvoted, and the band with the hit song "Do You Believe in M.A.G.I.C" was creating an incredible atmosphere.

So---people looked happy. They were laughing, smiling, and just---happy. Not something Phoebe felt like the wizarding world had been in a long time, and she was glad to be a big part of it.

Now, if only she could find a reason to be happy, herself.

ooc: No wands! Just your ID is needed. Everyone is welcome!

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psyked
2008-10-30 04:34 am UTC (link)

She had no idea where her husband was.

This would normally be a problem, but Psyke figured that since it was a masquerade ball, there must be a few random people walking around here looking for their dates as well.

Or, well, she had been, until she felt as if she was going to throw up all the food she'd ever eaten. Oh, well fuck. Psyke made her way to a table and randomly grabbed a glass of water that was sitting there (this was not the place to get drugged, right?) and took it down quickly. Ergh. ERGH. She hated being sick, and it was really the worst time for her to catch the bug! The boutique had just opened and she couldn't just leave it, and then there was Alex and Graciela being all--not married, and then there was the whole being married thing that made life lovely when she WASN'T THROWING UP EVERYWHERE GOD.

Sighing, Psyke sunk into the random person's chair and fixed her mask, hoping they didn't come back any time soon. Because, really. They weren't going to get their seat back anyway.

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chasingquixotic
2008-10-31 04:42 am UTC (link)

Tristan Bardera was not altogether fond of parties like this, although he would admit to liking the attention that being a Quidditch player brought. He blinked as he spotted Psyke staggering over to the chair, however, and weaved through the crowd to lean against the arm of her chair.

"Are you ... all right?" Because Merlin knew that he was a sucker for damsels in distress.

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psyked
2008-10-31 04:54 am UTC (link)

She pouted greatly up at the masked man, who was not her husband. At least, she was pretty sure. Psyke felt more than guilty for not being able to tell--well, no, that wasn't the mask Harper had left the house with, so. Unless he had changed his entire outfit, this was not her husband. Which made it a bit harder to whine to him.

Not much harder, but.

"I have this terrible cold," she let out, shoulders sagging. "And I'd been feeling better but now I want to die and it's so frustrating because I look bloody hot."

And she did. For sure, absolutely, because she always did. It shouldn't have been something she would have said out loud because that was just not the way to go about things. But, she really hadn't been herself lately, and it was sooo annoying.

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chasingquixotic
2008-10-31 05:01 am UTC (link)

Ah, so the pretty lady was pouting at him because she was feeling a bit under the weather. Well, at least she didn't have alcohol poisoning or something like that. Tristan's shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled a bit more genuinely, half-sitting on the edge of the chair.

"Well, I can't argue with you on the 'hot' point." Tristan smiled lightly and waved his hand out at the party.

"Did you need another glass of water? Or food, although I'm sure most of the stuff here would just make you feel sicker, huh?"

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psyked
2008-10-31 05:23 am UTC (link)

Diamonds, while very, very good acquaintances of the female population, were not a girl's best friend. Compliments and acknowledgments of their beauty were, and Psyke held those with as careful care as she did her engagement ring. She smiled warmly, sitting up and feeling quite the bit better, now that she knew she wasn't disgustingly green in the face.

"Not many people can," she said with a wink and a tilt of her head. She really had needed a public event to show that she hadn't become a plain ol' housewife, no no. The Browns, well, they were going to be the most stylish couple in the bloody universe, so help her!

She looked over at her glass with a thoughtful expression, "I think all I can handle is water, unfortunately. Have you ever felt so sick you wanted to die?"

That was really the only way she could explain how she was feeling, even though everyone scolded her for being so morbid. Well, what?

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chasingquixotic
2008-10-31 05:30 am UTC (link)

Tristan smirked slightly when she spoke, brow arched. "Oh, Merlin yes. There was one time with the team, I think we were trying to out-drink the Tornadoes..." He didn't particularly care about concealing his identity even though he supposed that was what the masks were intended to do -- he liked people knowing who he was.

Even if it sometimes meant signing autographs. "The next day I swear I almost up and died from the pain of it all." And they'd had a practice that afternoon -- he'd lost count of just how many pepper-up potions he'd taken.

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psyked
2008-11-01 04:00 am UTC (link)

"My best friend is on the Tornadoes," Psyke's eyebrows went high, nearly over her mask, "if you out drank them then I'm not sure how you're still standing here."

It felt like a million years since she'd last been out partying with her former social group of socialites and quidditch players, but Psyke's life had definitely taken a turn for the more homebody routine than anything. Of course her hair, makeup, and attire were anything but house-wife, but she did like coming home and attempting dinner (attempting meaning if she didn't see a quick meal it was time to order out!). And--a lot of her friends were now settled down with families as well.

Sigh. I guess that's what happens when you grow up.

"What team are you on?"

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chasingquixotic
2008-11-01 09:11 am UTC (link)

Tristan has yet to grow up. He shot her a curious glance when she asked what team he was on, though, as if it should have been obvious from his mentioning the Tornadoes at all. "Oh, you wound me! Surely you must know that the Catapults and the Tornadoes have a long-standing feud."

Aside from the fact that the coach was fucking one of the Tornadoes players. The team had managed to completely avoid speaking about that fact ... ever. He grinned just a little, lifting his mask for a moment to give her a wink.

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psyked
2008-11-02 05:11 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, right."

Psyke's face scrunched into one of disgust as she recalled all the rants Wendy had made against the offending Catapults, and yadda yadda yadda. She hated the Catapults on principle, because that's what you did for your friends, but Psyke could never really understand rivalries.

Seriously. She was friends with plenty of Slytherins and hated loads of Gryffindors. Maybe if people just learned to focus on themselves a bit more, then these silly rivalries would cease to exist.

"I'm supposed to hate you, then," she said with a sigh and a roll of her eyes, though now that he'd revealed himself she did recognize his face from the magazines (of course she had to check to see if she was in any) "Unless you can give me one good reason why the Catapults don't suck."

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chasingquixotic
2008-11-02 06:46 pm UTC (link)

Tristan pulled a face this time, probably made more ridiculous by the mask. That had to mean that she was friends with one of the Tornadoes - and okay, maybe they kept up the rivalry mostly because the papers loved it, but also because their fans would probably throw a tantrum if the traditional rivalry were lost. He did know about rivalries, though, so it was easy to keep it up -- being in a family of competitive Quidditch-buffs made that all too easy.

"Let's be honest now, love. Could you ever really hate this face?" Even partially obscured by a mask? Naaaaaaaaw.

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psyked
2008-11-02 07:06 pm UTC (link)

Psyke stared up at him with a scrutinizing gaze, trying to figure out which Catapult this was. Like, she knew his face, and she was now starting to recognize his voice from various events, but still. It felt like everyone and their mother was a quidditch player these days and she could only tell apart like, Wendy and Finn. Usually. Wendy got pretty fierce on the field.

Finally, she remembered something about quidditch and the Catapults, and Psyke stood up with her hand on her hip and a triumphant smirk.

"So, are you the pouf?"

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chasingquixotic
2008-11-02 08:32 pm UTC (link)

...seriously?

Just because he was an attractive bloke on a Quidditch team, "No. A hundred thousand times no." He crossed his arms over his chest, only narrowly resisting the urge to pout at her. Really?

He didn't look anything like Griffith. That was just ... insulting! But rather than being an immature prat about it, he offered her his hand with an arched brow.

"Am I going to have to dance with a pretty lady to prove myself, though? I hope you're volunteering."

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psyked
2008-11-03 06:43 am UTC (link)

Well. She never had been able to resist making Harper jealous. Maybe he would even cut in and whisk her off. Until then, she'd dance with the quidditch bloke (because what girl didn't dance with the quidditch bloke? Stupid girls, that's who), or at least until she spotted her husband. Who was probably stuffing his face with that cheese he liked.

And now she kind of wanted that cheese too, but. There was a hand being offered.

Psyke's nose tilted up once more as she took his hand, and she stood, letting out a breath in the form of a slightly high-pitched sigh. "If you insist."

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chasingquixotic
2008-11-03 06:45 am UTC (link)

"I assure you that you won't regret it." Tristan could be painfully charming when he wanted to be, after all -- despite the fact that he was a Quidditch player, he had something of a White Knight complex and Psyke was practically a damsel in distress without a husband, right?

Sure. He led her to the dance floor with a slight grin. "So, do I get your name ... or am I simply left wanting for the rest of the evening?"

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