05 August 1984 @ 12:06 am
 
Who: Juliana Travers & Christopher Loftus
What: yikes
Where: TRAVERS ABODE~
When: in the recent past!

If you preferred them as they were, then perhaps you should have done a better job of containing yourself last we met this way. )
 
 
30 May 1982 @ 11:01 pm
[open]  
Who: Open to everyone snooty enough to be invited.
What: Ariel's wake.
Where: Christopher's family estate.
When: Sometime this week, before Friday? Sure.
Rating: PG-13, I'm guessing.
Status: Incomplete.

Somber tones overtook the large gathering at the Loftus estate... )
 
 
25 July 1981 @ 05:39 pm
 
Christopher had little qualms about sitting in the dark for long stretches of time. He felt similar to solitary confinement. Impassive to swelling bruises and festering cuts, indifferent to his gnawing stomach that was so use to plentiful meals. But what he was especially proud of was his ability to completely refuse giving up information under capture; a skill that all aurors possessed, but him so especially. All of these combined made him possibly one of the worst people to interrogate, if he didn't say so himself.

But the real treat was that this was the Order he was dealing with. It had been easy to detect, with Longbottom being one of the more famous members and Moody right along with him. Oh yes, the little fuck Goldstein had called the Order. As aggravating as that had been, it really had turned into Christopher's best interest. The fact that Sebastian had yet to show his face here only gave him the one thing he needed to grasp onto to keep his lips zipped tight. They wanted death eater answers? Well Sebastian Goldstein himself would have to come here and get it from him. Even then--- Christopher was a lot of things, but he certainly was not a traitor.

Christopher snapped out of his daze as the lights above blazed on, his lips automatically moving to bare his bloody teeth beneath. He heard the door open and close, but the sudden flood of light temporarily prevented him from seeing who it was that had entered.

"Where is my brother in law?" Christopher hissed as a figure emerged before his blurred vision. He twisted his wrists in their binds behind his back as he picked up his chin to see who it was. Longbottom and Moody were in for another session of disappointment if they hadn't fulfilled his request to bring in Sebastian.
 
 
22 July 1981 @ 09:03 pm
 
WHO: Caradoc Dearborn, Sebastian Goldstein, and Christopher Loftus
WHAT: Sebastian finds out what has really been plaguing him, and he's not happy
WHEN: Now now!
WHERE: Goldstein Castle

How long have you known! Is that why you’re here, am I the traitor? )
 
 
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!
 
 
03 September 1980 @ 01:03 am
-- BACKDATED  
Who: Mackenzie Goldstein & Christopher Loftus
What: He's a very bad brother.
Where: Goldstein house :[
When: Yesterday!

She really needed to learn how to keep her mouth shut. )
 
 
 
12 August 1980 @ 02:03 pm
Prisca!  
It was surprising that Christopher hadn't killed anyone with how ridiculously appalling this week was shaping up to be. What next? More unnecessary abuse fate decided to inflict upon him? Like he didn't deserve any of this, because nothing he had ever done that called for this kind of sustaining life torture. Prisca Pucey pregnant with his child. Goldstein yet again escaping his grasp. Juliana deciding he needed to spend time with---- Mischa. And worst of all, the unfamiliar sting of the Dark Lord's betrayal concerning last Friday's events... again, could things get much worse?

They could, but he didn't dare to think otherwise, just incase pure thought now was capable of destroying lives.

Christopher stood up a bit straighter at Prisca Pucey's door, completely unwilling to announce his arrival (not that she had known he was coming). Though the more he stood there, the more he had no idea why he even had relations with women, because obviously half the time he did they got pregnant. Since when did that happen to people? The thought of not having sex anymore was equally unappealing as having more children--- though from the looks of things, it seemed that was going to be his situation for a while. Prisca was, as much as Christopher did not want to admit, a daughter from a very high-class and well respected pureblood family, leaving him with very little options.

He sighed, closing his eyes for a few seconds to fully take in these last peaceful moments silence. He was going to miss it. Raising his hand, Christopehr curtly knocked on the door. Joy.
 
 
05 August 1980 @ 09:33 pm
DIAGON ALLEY, EARTHQUAKE  
"And you know what? There is not a sale worth going out in this heat, I'm serious!"

Javier grinned, putting up his hands in a defensive manner, "I'm sorry, but I don't need a pair of robes that badly, have you seen those temperatures? I'm surprised Fortescue's is still standing, would've thought they'd have melted awaaaaaay----whoa, what is---"

He gripped onto the desk, eyes widening as he rumbled and rolled away because the fucking building was shaking! Javier let out numerous words that were not politically correct to say on the wireless, and toppled out of his chair, busting his head on the floor. Strings of angry Spanish soared out of his mouth as he crawled up to his knees, and Javier grabbed the microphone.

Through the glass he saw that the other members of his staff were looking like they'd just been shot, and it took Javier a few good seconds to realize what the fuck happened, as another rumbling, rolling coursed through the studio. Javier dropped to the ground, covering his head with his hand as he shouted angrily into the microphone:

"ARE WE EXPERIENCING A FUCKING EARTHQUAKE IN DIAGON ALLEY?"

ooc: http://www.scribbld.net/users/valesco_mods/32947.html
 
 
25 July 1980 @ 08:59 pm
[Christopher!]  
Juliana had a suspicion upon leaving the house this morning that she'd left the nanny dead of a heart attack, and this time it wasn't even because she'd left her infant at home while she went out to drink herself into a stupor. In fact, it was quite the opposite; this morning, Juliana Travers had left the house with her daughter; a first, she realized, in all three months of Mischa's existence.

It wasn't as if she wanted to be carrying around--or seen carrying around, for that matter--the little bundle of joy nestled awkwardly in her arms. However, this was an important enough occasion to warrant the uncomfortable traveling arrangements. It was Christopher's birthday, you see. And when it was your father's birthday, you were supposed to go wish him the joys of the day, correct? Especially if he hadn't had the balls to lay eyes on your face once since you'd been born. Why, in such circumstances, seeing one's daughter should have been the perfect birthday gift, right?

That was what Jules was certainly banking on as the knocked on the door of her cousin's flat. A sly grin couldn't help but to pull up on the corners of her mouth at the sound of rustling behind the door. This was going to be fantastic.
 
 
17 April 1980 @ 05:28 pm
 
Who: Christopher Loftus, Sebastian Goldstein, and a special appearance!
What: Christopher makes an unexpected visit
When: This afternoon

In all honesty, Christopher for once had nothing to do with this newly devised development to ruin Sebastian Goldstein's life )
 
 
07 March 1980 @ 11:04 pm
 
Who: Juliana Travers & Christopher Loftus
What: LOL awk
Where: Ministry!

Seeing her was an unpleasant feeling. )
 
 
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.
 
 
25 July 1979 @ 10:06 pm
Everyone!  
Anneliese Jugson.

Even after she had time to officially get use to her new name, it still made her skin tingle. Anneliese Jugson, Anneliese Jugson--- she was finally married now. There was nothing else in the world that she could possibly focus on, or even think about, beside that this was her perfect wedding and she was now, officially, married to the most wonderful man in the world. Nothing could possibly even begin to bother her, because everything was perfect. Everything from the cake all the way down to their little green favors-- she wouldn't have changed one thing. Their guests were allowed to bring home everything, placeholders, centerpieces-- anything. Of course, that was to happen after she had stated it was alright to do so, and had one of her own to keep, but even then if they went home with nothing it wouldn't bother her that much.

Anneliese sighed happily as she sat, almost in a daze. Her dress still fit beautifully, and now she finally understood why brides were so adamant about no one else wearing white to a wedding; she felt nearly divine at this point.

Oh, she really did love weddings.

No, she really did love her wedding.

And Will, she loved him too.

Blinking herself out of her own haze, Anneliese slowly turned her head to face Will. "I love you," she cooed lowly, fingers reaching to lace with his. She really, honestly did. Anyone that could put up with her hysterical self like he did just days before the wedding most definitely deserved that, at the very least. Anneliese leaned forward to gently press her lips onto his for a few seconds before pulling back to smile.


OOC )