16 February 1985 @ 07:57 pm
for misses fawcett  


february fourteenth
next to her pillow when she wakes up

(miss s fawcett)

february fifteenth
on her vanity, tied with a bow

()

february sixteenth
a set on her bedside table

()

february seventeenth
sent through the post during lunch

()

february eighteenth
waiting on the kitchen table  

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february nineteenth
all around the house when she wakes up

()

february twentieth
  casually laid out on the bed

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27 December 1984 @ 05:11 pm
New Year's Eve Masquerade! For Tuesday  




Octavius believed hiring someone to organise an event for him meant they would actually organise an event for him. Unfortunately, that notion proved to be a false one when the organiser left him high and dry in the middle of the month, but Octavius persevered. With the help of himself, Mira, occasionally Lottie Sweeting, and an army of lackeys, the night of the masquerade had come together as beautifully as possible.

Lottie had, for once, actually done her job, and at either entrance of the grand foyer were attendants handing out beautifully crafted half-masks to party-goers, and collecting them as people left. The ballroom was majestic and shimmering, the music was softly thrumming, the drinks were pouring, and the mood was infectious. All in all, Octavius thought, it was a satisfactory night to end a rather satisfactory year. After the chaos and excitement that had chased him all throughout 1983, he was rather happy to have had a (comparably) quiet year.

"Can you make sure Miss Warbeck is ready to begin?" he murmured to an attendant nearby who then scurried off. The Wizarding Wireless Network had, after all, promised a wonderful surprise at midnight! Octavius needed to ensure everything went perfectly.

The flash of a nearby photographer made Octavius scowl, annoyed was he at even the few press witches and wizards who had paid handsomely to be at the charity event tonight. The publicity was good, no one could deny that, and the masks concealed everyone's identity at least marginally so there was no grievous intrusion on privacy, but that didn't mean Octavius enjoyed their presence.

He rolled up the sleeve of his dress robe to check his watch, then his eyes darted back to the stage. It was five minutes to midnight! What, for heaven's sake, was Celestina Warbeck taking so long to appear onto an already dressed stage? Shaking his head agitatedly, Octavius cut through a path through the brightly coloured bodies in the mingling crowd to check on his star performer.



OOC Read this for questions, or ask me! Fluid time, so feel free to thread before/after kisses. Again, the "compulsion" to find your kissing partner kicks in 5-10 minutes before midnight and could be anything from thinking you should walk and get some punch to being mystifyingly sexually attracted to the masked stranger at your side. HAVE FUN! GO WILD ♥ AND HAPPY NEW YEAR'S MY GORGEOUS GALS.
 
 
17 November 1984 @ 07:33 pm
Drystan!  
There was a particular tree stump that the Fawcetts found to be a calming place, or at least Bess liked to think of it that way. She and Drystan had had a few talks, conversations, and discussions out here in the vast openness of their fields, and it seemed like while problems weren't always solved, they were worked on, solutions were found, things felt less heavy. She'd even found her kids hiding up here when they had fights with each other or were in a mood. It was where Bess' mind had taken her when she escaped from the implosion of Chester's shop.

She let out another long, shaky breath and ran her hands across her face. Her initial shock and terror had seemingly worn off, given that she wasn't crying hysterically and that her entire body wasn't shivering, but she couldn't find the strength to move from the hill and to the house. Even the cold autumn breeze couldn't whisk her up, and she wondered if maybe it was for the best. She didn't know if she could go back and face the world, or the questions, or the ramifications.

It felt like she'd spent hours justifying her actions. He'd taken her, he's basically kidnapped her from the stadium, she had to fight back, it was self-defense! Bess' thoughts jolted back to her means to get the upper hand and she let out a choked sob, thinking what if. What if she hadn't hit him hard enough? What if she couldn't stop him if things had gone further--

"It was self-defense," she muttered, putting the heels of her hands to her eyes. "Self-defense, it was self-defense--"
 
 
16 March 1984 @ 05:02 pm
Drystan!  
It had been difficult to smuggle decent food into St. Mungo's during the first days of Penelope's admittance, but it seemed that the welcome witch and the healers had grown progressively uncaring of what Bess hid under her cloak. They especially didn't seem to mind when she brought enough food to share, and she was glad to be of some sort of assistance. Since Penny had fallen ill, she had felt nothing but useless. Even her own children had been sent away to stay with her parents, a somewhat safe zone being in a muggle area. As she waited for the lift to stop, Bess tried to figure out when the last time she had been in her own home. Her cooking was done on her mother's stove, she'd been sleeping in the guest room with the children it...it was quite some time.

The doors opened and she stepped out. The visitor's lounge was only a short walk from the lift and Bess let out a silent sigh of relief at the sight of very few people milling around. It was late, nearing midnight, and while in the beginning the lounge would be packed with worried families, the numbers had been slowly dwindling. Some patients were sent home while others...

Bess sat beside her husband, unsure how he was awake. It felt like she never saw him sleeping.

"I brought your favorite," she whispered. They were basically alone save for a sleeping pair in the far corner of the room, but she still felt the need for soft tones. Bess kissed the side of Drystan's head before moving to unwrap her one-person care package.
 
 
21 January 1984 @ 01:20 am
 
WHO: Howell Williams, Drystan Fawcett & Saoirse Mullet
WHAT: AHAHAHA no but actually WWIII
WHERE: Istanbul! Holly and Saoirse's room
WHEN: today!

It was really rather surprising that they made even it a floor before attacking each other. )
 
 
24 October 1983 @ 01:45 pm
POSTED FOR SATURDAY~ Sinners & Saints Ghost Train!  


As the country side rushed by outside the window, Dianna could feel her pride grow with each passing second. She wasn't one to admit that she bragged about her achievements, but it would be a lie to think that she was not going to be boasting at how overwhelmingly amazing this event had turned out to be. The turn out had been far more than anticipated, the musicians that varied through every other cart were fantastic and livening up the mood---there were even ghosts of old conductors and passengers floating through the carts and having the time of their after-lives scaring the guests.

It was to be a fun, fantastic, frightful night. Dianna was beside herself with excitement, and she tugged her skirt down a bit and went on a search for a friendly face to interact with. Merlin, she'd really out done herself this time, she thought amusing as a cart-wide sized cobweb magically unspun to let her pass.

Dianna flipped a golden curl over her shoulder, smirking greatly. She was so brilliant.
 
 
10 October 1983 @ 08:39 pm
Letter left in Drystan's locker  
delivered during practice )
 
 
29 September 1983 @ 07:58 am
Drystan!  
She wasn't sure how particularly long she could hide out in the kitchen without her disappearance becoming noticeable. The food had been a hit, the drinks were poured, but Bess had no desire to be out in the dining room or living room with her guests. The ball of nerves in her stomach had finally gotten the best of her, and for someone who'd dealt with death eaters invading her home, Bess decided that inviting her sister-in-law's boyfriend to dinner had been almost as big of a disaster.

Her fingers felt like they weren't hers as she moved about, getting plates together for dessert. Bess had been so bloody proud of herself for this idea and now she felt ready to get sick. In her mind, forcing Drystan and Penny and her boyfriend (she couldn't even say his name, she was getting anxiety) had seemed like the only way to get out of this ridiculous limbo the family was in. Penny seemed to be doing so well with everything, and Bess hated having to separate their lives and tiptoe and avoid.

Why was she so stubborn? Why did she get these ideas and not feel satisfied until they were seen through?

"Shit!" she let out quietly. Her knife had slipped while slicing strawberries and now her finger was covered in a mixture of juice and blood. Bess cursed to herself as she made her way to the sink. Maybe she could feign falling ill at the sight of blood and send every body home.
 
 
01 August 1983 @ 11:24 am
 
WHO: Drystan & Bess Fawcett
WHAT: Some important future discussions
WHERE: Their home
WHEN: Errrr probably before the All-Stars game?

It was just an idea, really. )
 
 
22 July 1983 @ 12:17 am
 
Who: Drystan Fawcett & Saoirse Mullet
What: HE IS A GOOD MENTOR
Where: Mungo's
When: this afternoon!

Girls from the year 1981 were trouble. )
 
 
03 June 1983 @ 09:55 pm
owl to penelope  
Owl to Penelope Fawcett )
 
 
09 May 1983 @ 07:21 pm
Drystan!  
Bess scrambled into the house and shut the door as fast and as quietly as she could. Brian stared up at her from his tight grip of her blouse with wide, confused eyes, and Bess hushed him before he could start whining.

"Mummy, what--" Sadie began, but Bess pulled her away from the door as she hurried into the flat. Sadie's other hand was latched onto Stephen's, and the two hurried behind their mother as quick as their little feet could follow. She needed her children silent, and she needed them to be completely unaware of her current state or what she was attempting to do. Why on earth had she bothered to look through those sleazy magazines? Why, why had she seen that little blip of an article? If she hadn't been bored while waiting at the healer's office, she would never have noticed the proclamation a certain Kestrel made about her sister-in-law, or whatever it was and----

Focus! All Bess could and should be focusing on was not dropping her children, and finding her husband's journal. Who had told the Tattler that it would be a good idea to post their stories into one of those magical things where anyone with access could read it and then be scandalized by what the articles entailed?! Bess knew that Drystan rarely used his journal, but sometimes he did paruse the entries, to tease her, or Odette, or----

Brian was dropped (put!) into his playpen, Stephen crawled into his bed for a nap, and Sadie was shooed to her room, even though Bess knew she would be out in a second to investigate why her mother was behaving so strangely. Bess tore into the master bedroom, heading straight for the desk and its drawers.

"Where---are----you?" Bess let out in frustration. It didn't even matter, he could spot it in a rag just like she did, but at least she could try.
 
 
28 February 1983 @ 09:31 pm
End of Season party! For the 3rd  
Drystan did not usually consider himself a sore loser. He had experienced enough defeats in his career to understand that winning was sometimes as much luck as it was skill—the latter of which he had plenty, the former he was starting to doubt he had any. He would even go so far as to say this was one of the top seasons he'd ever played. Losing the Cup might not be such a hardship, in that light. But to lose to the team he considered the most unsportsmanlike in the League was just an insult to injury. To have lost to them for the third time in the season was, in his perfectly reasonable and justified opinion, grounds for murder.

But a lifetime sentence in Azkaban would leave behind a wife and three children who would likely be just fine without him, but he'd miss them. So mass murder was off the table for tonight, at the very least.

Press snapped pictures outside the admittedly-abandoned looking building of 23 High Street, and Drystan knew there were more inside. Entering the rundown lobby, by-passing the elevator with the out-of-order sign, they made their way up the long flight of stairs to the grand doors of the first floor landing and into the—holy Mer—

Of course, the invitation specified formal wear, but Drystan hadn't honestly been expecting a high-brow formal occasion from the Kestrels. It was a ballroom. There was emerald green positively everywhere. There was something that looked suspiciously like a string ensemble. A bar, where he fancied he would spend as much time as possible, was in the corner. Platters with hors d'oeuvres and glass flutes zoomed by. Having stopped moving, wearing a stupefied expression, Bess had to tug his arm to get him to continue his stride.

"Hell," he muttered, pulling a grim face at the ostentatious yet somehow tasteful décor. Lifting their linked hands, he kissed the back of hers while surveying the spectacle before him.

"Five minutes? Five minutes isn't too soon."



ooc: Quidditch players/personnel + their guests! BLACK TIE! Party is on the first floor in this cool but creepy rundown building. Have fun! :D
 
 
14 February 1983 @ 10:12 pm
For Lady Fawcett  



february the 14th
prettily wrapped and given during dessert
(For Miss Sadie Fawcett )


february the 15th
on the kitchen table, in the morning
()


february the 16th
with a shiny gold bow, by the bathroom sink
()


february the 17th
on the pillow next to her when she wakes up
()


february the 18th
sent by owl during lunch
()


february the 19th
given in person... in the morning...
()


february the 20th
wrapped in her closet, mid-day... for a fancy evening out on the town
(and no children upon returning)
()

 
 
22 January 1983 @ 12:31 pm
Speedy Owl to Penelope, Adam, and Veronica!!  
BRIAN IS TAKING HIS FIRST STEPS AROUND THE HOUSE! Hurry before he decides he's too good for walking and makes us carry him every where!!

~Bess!!