30 December 1980 @ 12:18 pm
Corner/Englewood Wedding! For New Year's Eve!  
Getting married was absolutely terrifying. No matter how smoothly Gabriel proceeded through the planning, the discussions, and the actual event, he was holding back getting sick the second he could catch a moment to himself. He knew he didn't love Rachel yet, which might be the reason why he was finding himself so nervous as they sat at the head table of their reception, but he did honestly---he did honestly believe that he could fall in love with this woman. She was fiery with a mind of her own, and though some people might be irritated by it, Gabriel actually appreciated the way she took control of things. He had always been a bit of a follower, and it was easy to agree with Rachel because her reasoning simply made sense.

The reception did look fantastic. Gabriel couldn't believe it was all put together within two short months, but then again he was learning that Rachel was a woman who set her goals and refused to leave them unfinished. Maybe he should look at that as a good thing; surely someone who did not want to get married would not have put so much effort into the ceremony? Or she simply wanted to throw the most beautiful wedding of them all, simply because she could. He didn't know, and didn't mind not finding out as long as they remained content with each other.

He did find her very interesting, however, and that was the first thing a Ravenclaw looked for in a spouse. Maybe all of his concerns were for naught, and it was simply wedding day jitters. His parents had been arranged in a similar manner, and they were still quite happily married (and sometimes nauseatingly sweet about it, too). Gabriel turned and smiled at Rachel, pushing his chair out and offering his hand, "Would you like to dance?"

A chorus of glasses clinging supported Gabriel, and he flushed slightly at all the attention that was on them, once again.


ooc: guest list! We did our best, but if we missed someone let us know!
 
 
12 September 1980 @ 04:38 pm
[Amery!]  
Marnie felt rather bad. She'd been so preoccupied with her brother-in-law being horrifically killed that she had barely paid attention to who else in the Ministry had suffered through the tragic accident that everyone had gone through. Perhaps she only felt bad because she was extremely pregnant and even the colour of the walls had a tendency to make her cry if the time of day was just right ... but we'll leave that idea alone.

She'd picked up some pastries (because she'd been burning all of the ones she tried to cook lately due to an inability to get the door of the oven open on time with her large belly) and then headed over to Amery's office, walking down the familiar corridors.

She peeked her head in, wondering if Amery had gotten a replacement secretary just yet.

"...hellooooooo?"
 
 
31 January 1980 @ 01:14 am
[Ohh, Mrs. Travers!]  
Amery did not believe that there was anybody in the world who enjoyed being pregnant as much as Juliana Natalya did, no matter how she said she despised it. Because if she wasn't pregnant (although having a husband imprisoned for murder also aided in this), how else would she be allowed to toss about obscenities, among many other behaviors, in public with people cooing at her? Amery even began to think that he would throttle the next person who told him what a tragic life his sister must be leading, to have the father of her child be such a cruel wizard.

But being pregnant did not allow a few things for Juliana, and since the mysterious father was nowhere to be found, Amery had stepped into this role both by proxy and by his rightful place as eldest son and person who could get Juliana to cooperate fifty-five percent of the time as opposed to fifty. Thus, he had brushed aside the house-elves and strode right into the library, only to find Juliana a solid woman of her word with a glass of the previously-threatened liquor in one hand.

"Are you trying to kill both myself and your unborn child? Please don't force me to tell you that you have three seconds to put the glass down yourself before I forcibly extract it from you."
 
 
19 December 1979 @ 09:44 pm
St. Mungo's Invasion --- everyone!  
Rabastan was in a bad fucking mood.

He'd been in a bad mood for about a week, probably a bit before then because he'd somehow been dragged into decorating the entire bloody manor with his mother. She'd guilted him, to be honest, crying about how she didn't have grandchildren and he snapped that he'd help her put the bloody garland up if she would stop her ridiculous attempts at getting him to procreate.

St. Mungo's was ridiculously obnoxious with its brightly lit corridors and bustling employees. How could anyone possibly be jolly all the fucking time? Rabastan supposed it let him slip in and out of the crowds a bit easier, but still. When you were trying to create a bloody scene to save a man's life (not something he found himself thinking--ever), it became irritating, quickly.

He turned a corner and pulled out his wand, extracting the spell from the walls of the hospital that kept it lit so brightly. Rabastan grinned as the light flashed and turned into darkness, his wand spinning once in his hands.

Well, then.
 
 
12 October 1979 @ 06:17 pm
[VENICE!]  
Amery Apparated outside Miss Vega's flat, raising his fist to rap on the door before thinking to look at the time on his watch. 7:55, though he said he would pick her up at 8. This he found vaguely annoying, seeing as he despised being late to anything, but despised being early just as ofte She didn't necessarily seem the type to fuss over frills and appearances and such, but she was a female, and they tended to harbor surprises at nearly every turn in life.

Sighing, he allowed five minutes to pass before knocking.
 
 
03 October 1979 @ 09:22 pm
[Amery!]  
She was going to go to jail.

Whatever Estella tried to tell her about maybe being able to find out the questions beforehand and passing that way had not but Marnie at ease. What was worse was that she had to meet with that fellow from the Ministry and she was -- well, Marnie didn't take well to stress.

Which was the reason she was standing outside of Amery Wilkes' office at 6:40, pacing and wringing her wrists and occasionally clapping her hands together. This was not good. This was so not good.

...there was no way she could possibly retain anything that they were going to talk about tonight and she knew she should have just canceled but she'd only just found out and -- and!

UGH.
 
 
02 October 1979 @ 09:30 pm
 
Owl to Amery Wilkes )
 
 
01 October 1979 @ 10:10 pm
[MARNIE???]  
There were some days at the Ministry where Amery just felt like blowing everything up.

Of course, he was never entirely happy at work, but there were just some days that pushed him over the edge.

In fact, Amery was literally at the point where he was snarling at practically everyone who crossed his path. There were few things he really enjoyed about his work, and on days like these, even less.

Paperwork that needed proper filing, presentations to see to, superiors to answer to, inferiors to demand answers from--

Frankly, he couldn't wait for the day to be over.

He was turning the corner when he was suddenly smacked into a body and stumbled slightly. "Excuse me," Amery snapped, dusting off his robes where they'd be disturbed. "I doubt it would pain you to watch where you were going."
 
 
27 August 1979 @ 09:19 pm
[Amery!]  
It was so much more boring being the wife of an Azkaban detainee than Juliana ever would have thought. When she wasn't at work, she spent most of her time doing nothing but lounging around the empty house or her parents' place, just--wiling away the time. In a sick sense, she almost missed Orpheus, if only because he gave her a preoccupation, someone to spend her time thinking of new ways to bother. Then again, Orpheus was practically insane, and if he had been around, she probably would have been laying dead in a ditch somewhere by now, so it wasn't that much of a regret. She rather liked being alive, thank you very much, even if her current situation didn't rouse up any warm feelings of c'est la vie! to be mentioned.

Lounging back on her old bed, she stared at the ceiling and pursed her lips at the thought. This certainly hadn't been in her plans at all, and although the timing was utterly convenient, Juliana did by no means wish to be a mother. Not by her disgrace of a husband, not by any random man, and certainly not by her cousin. It was fortunate that she had a very tight lip when she set her mind to it, because if anyone were to find out the rather unsavory details of her relationship with Christopher Loftus apart from either of the two, she was certain that she would be disowned straightaway. Not that the whole of pureblooded society weren't a bunch of inbreeding sons of bitches, but she wasn't married to her inbreeding son of a bitch. That was a terrible no-no, as far as their twisted protocol went.

Then again, as her own personal protocol went, having a child with her husband was even worse. But that was what she would have everyone believe--apart from her siblings, who would of course never know the real truth either way--in an effort to keep her good name.

A nail file in her hand, she worked at her long nails blindly, idly, and yawned a little. This was all so terribly boring. She had been hoping that there would be some excitement at home--at least Grayson beheading a house elf or her mother sharing ridiculous gossip with some friends that she could listen in on--but alas, her journey elicited nothing. She would have almost done better to go home and finish her task of destroying each and every Travers family heirloom that she could find.
 
 
30 June 1979 @ 02:34 pm
 
Who: Amery Wilkes, Lydia Proudfoot
What: Sex against a door. Oh, and dinner, but not really.
Where: Amery's flat
When: Monday nightish

I'm sure I've got no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Wilkes. )
 
 
12 June 1979 @ 08:39 pm
[LYDIA]  
Amery raised his eyebrows. He couldn't believe he had to go out of his way, clear an already busy schedule and postpone a rare social event he wanted to go to in order to pick up a package from Fenrir Greyback. This was ridiculous. There were tens of other people whose duties would actually include this. But it was "easiest" for him, so he went. Honestly, the people he'd need to see about this would get a couple of snapped fingers if he had much say (or action) in the matter.

"What you don't seem to understand, Mr. Greyback, is that I am exceedingly busy, and it would really behoove you to hurry," Amery called after a retreating figure in a bored tone. He'd give it a few minutes before taking necessary action to really speed up the process.
 
 
30 April 1979 @ 04:29 pm
Open Thread!  
She pulled the invisibility cloak tighter over herself, taking in deep, steady breaths. The streets of Godric's Hollow were calm, still, not a person in sight as it was rather late; in the houses of the muggles in the area, you could see the telly flickering through the windows. Alice couldn't see the Order members hidden about the town, but she had a rough idea of where they were all located. It was strange to have the upper hand for once, but she knew it wouldn't last for long, no matter how pessimistic a thought. The tip to Dumbledore had arrived with a good amount of time before nightfall and had given the Order a lot of time to prepare for whatever was going to strike the small village.

James had been adamant about being one of those to go and find Sirius, but it was obvious that with his past relations with the death eaters that they couldn't risk it. Alice knew that Frank was eager to help as well, but it was finally decided on who was to stay and who was to go, and things would just have to deal.

Alice slowly made her way through a garden of one of the small cottages. She couldn't help but peer through the kitchen window, eyes softening at the sight of a daughter helping her mother was the dishes. These people were completely innocent; why had Voldemort decided to attack this village? Surely it couldn't be because wizards and muggles were living together, Hogsmeade was the only all-wizarding village and he'd already attacked there twice.

Quickly, she put up a ward on the houses' windows, feeling a guilt rise up in her at not being able to warn the family about what was to happen. She saw the flare of a spell before she heard it erupt, and Alice gripped her wand tighter, sending one last look toward the window before heading out into the starts of the fray.


OOC )
 
 
18 February 1979 @ 08:13 pm
Grayson  
Who: Grayson Wilkes and Amery Wilkes
What: Brother brawl
Where: Ministry
When: Monday eveningish.

"Yes, thank you, I will check up on that," Amery called over his shoulder, anxious to get away from his direct superior. The one thing he could not stand about fronting as a Ministry official was that he was actually expected to do his job. This was something of a problem, seeing as how Amery detested most work, and could not really even name what it was his department did. Which was why he hated meaning anybody he had to answer to.

Speaking of actual work, Amery needed to get to one of the conference rooms on his floor so he could make sure that his notes and materials were in order for his presentation conference tomorrow. Fishing the key out from his pocket, he smiled and waved benignly at some other official he was supposed to know and suck up to, and slipped inside the conference room.

That was funny. He had told his assistant to bring in the materials that morning... why were they not in there?