13 May 1985 @ 11:38 pm
Owl to Max Fancourt  
Hello! How are you? How are the winged horses?

I was strolling through London while I was late to work--wasted time before going to work and I saw this new restaurant that was giving me really good vibes

VIBES?--- Would you like to try it out with me? Perhaps Friday--- night?


- Mattie
 
 
13 May 1985 @ 09:06 pm
 
Owl to Thomas McCormack )
 
 
12 May 1985 @ 11:49 pm
 
WHO: Tony Chang, Cho Chang, and Andrea Johnson!
WHAT: Surprise after surprise!
WHERE: Dance Studio!
WHEN: Tonight?!

Oh, he was going to puke. )
 
 
12 May 1985 @ 09:55 pm
 
WHO: Carys Llewellyn and Tristan Bardera
WHAT: Early morning revelations!
WHERE: Catapults Locker room!
WHEN: Early this morning!

That was it? That’s all he was going to say? )
 
 
12 May 1985 @ 07:10 pm
Owl to Rose Knightly  
Turns out I have accidentally made too much food for my mid-afternoon brunch. If you happen to be hungry for crepes and waffles, you're welcome to come over and join me.

~Kendall
 
 
11 May 1985 @ 07:29 pm
 
WHO: Matt and his long lost brother?!
WHAT: SHORT AND SWEET REUNION
WHERE: A PARK
WHEN: RECENTLY

Do you remember me? )
 
 
04 May 1985 @ 10:35 pm
 
Another long day, another sleepless night on holiday.

Exhausted, Saoirse rested her chin between her knees, hugging her own legs close to her chest while slowly lighting the couple of small candles on the table before her. It was late, and this impromptu holiday spearheaded by Penelope was coming to a close, but she felt no different than prior to their grand departure two days earlier.

No in fact, Saoirse thought darkly as she coiled to the back of the chair, she indeed felt different; she felt worse. No closer to making any resemblance of a certain important decision, and actually, even less equipped to do so five days ago. Because upon arrival to this beautiful home, she had discovered many unfortunate twists of fate, the two most significant being that this almost-palace belonged to Oliver Comstock, a wizard that seemed determined to confound her at every turn, and that Howell was here.

How white she had turned upon seeing her estranged inamorato there was no way to tell, but Nona had quite helpfully commented if Saoirse so desired, she would have surely encountered no problem fooling a Venetian ghost of her current undead status.

After that, Saoirse had done her very best to stay busy and away from the house at all costs, but even wizards and witches driven to continue sight-seeing and walking nonstop needed to sleep. So, for the third time in a row, Saoirse found herself restless and unable to do much else than wait for the sun to rise into a new day in the downstairs living room as everyone else she knew slept peacefully in the floors above.

She had been doing a marvelous job at staring blankly at the pile of contracts that either needed to be signed or ripped up within the next twenty-four hours when a soft creak of a door from the other side of the room caught her ears, and she looked up guiltily at the room's new occupant. There were so many faces residing within these walls it seemed, she had lost track at this but, but her luck would have no such strength here.

Brow burrowing and the hair on the back of her neck springing up, Saoirse watched as Howell, candle in hand, stopped gliding across the room upon seeing who it was that occupied the lone couch near the window. She swallowed, and blinked quickly, wishing very much that she could think of anything to say at all. When nothing came to her and the growing silence began to be too much to bear, Saoirse, without much thought or notice, suddenly asked, "Will you help me?"
 
 
03 May 1985 @ 08:17 pm
URGENT OWL TO MELANIA COMSTOCK  
Melania,

This is a reminder owl to please pick us me up at the Venice portkey drop-off after dinner at 7 pm, today, Friday May 2.

Also I got your owl this morning and found everything on the list that you asked for me to bring.

See you tonight?

- Max


p.s. My cousin and her two housemates hijacked my portkey and are also coming along. I don't--- I'm not--- I think I'm responsible for housing them? Hel
 
 
28 April 1985 @ 02:15 am
OWL TO OCTAVIUS SPICY PEPPER  
OCTAVIUS!

PACK YOUR BAGS, WE ARE LEAVING ON AN IMPROMPTU BROLIDAY!

That does not rhyme like I would like it to!

You can't say no!

- CHARLIE
 
 
24 April 1985 @ 11:49 pm
SNITCH! PARTY IN THE PARK! OPEN TO ALL  


She wouldn't say she flounced down the steps of the stage, but...well, okay, flouncing was a good word for it. Mattie skipped the last two steps and landed easily on the grass, feeling as if she couldn't stop moving because then the amazing feeling coursing through her would disappear and she'd never feel it again and it was just too exciting and good and awesome and she was here!

Nicola was here! In the crowd that was watching Mattie and her band perform. Her sister had come! Mattie nearly lost her place in the song when she'd spotted Nicola, but thankfully she was able to cover her slight slip up and finished the set. Food was now coming out so they'd taken an intermission and Mattie---Mattie wanted to go find her sister, she did, she wanted to go and hug her and nearly pass out from her exhilaration, but spotting Nicola from afar was a lot different than actually speaking to her and---what if she was only here because of her quidditch playing boyfriend? The one who wasn't playing anymore?

That didn't make much sense. Regardless, her sister was here, she'd seen her perform, and Mattie couldn't be any happier.

"Oomph--MAX!" Mattie let out in one big gulp of air. She had been too busy watching Nicola's head bob in and out of sight on the other side of the gathering (which was so fun and festive and just--springy) that she had not noticed her feet had kept moving and straight into Max Fancourt. Her heels sunk into the ground, still damp from the rain from the night before, and Mattie tugged her foot out. She fanned herself, feeling hot for a million reasons. "Hi, hi!"
 
 
23 April 1985 @ 11:30 pm
 
WHO: Charlotte Sweeting and Jake Bexley
WHAT: Awkward turtle ducks
WHEN: Some time before today
WHERE: Ollie's house in Venice!
STATUS: Finishing in comments

She wondered just when she got so used to having him in her life again )
 
 
23 April 1985 @ 10:59 pm
 
Who: Ohh just two people
What: having a nice day on the beach
When: about a week or so ago
Where: in California
Status: finishing in comments?

So we are going from American Outlaws to pirates? )
 
 
 
14 April 1985 @ 06:15 pm
 
OWL TO JAKE BEXLEY  )
 
 
14 April 1985 @ 06:03 pm
 
Who: Lottie Sweeting & Ollie Comstock!
What: they just really have a hard time staying in their country of birth
Where: Venice, Italy!
When: recently!

Did Lottie frequently find herself with no resources in a foreign country? )