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.
 
 
29 July 1984 @ 09:15 pm
All Star Fan-Fest Weekend! Open to ALL!  
His grin couldn't be any wider.

"I'm pretty sure she's going to beat my score," Vinny said with an extreme nod to the group of onlookers that were watching his lovely and adorable girlfriend Gleny score as many goals in the miniature hoops that were set up. Vinny had quite purposely aimed a bit far to the right as to not completely run away with the game, but Gleny was putting up a rather good fight regardless.

It was a fun day, weekend, really, of games and events that he thought were going to be a bit of a chore but had ended up being remarkably entertaining. The fans that were participating were the ones who truly loved the game and were great to have conversations with. It was a very unique way to interact with them in a way Vinny had never really gotten a chance to, and he did not feel overwhelmed in the slightest. Hosting the weekend's bigger attractions had seemed daunting, but it was going swimmingly.

Mostly in part to his, once again, lovely and adorable girlfriend who had just ended the round of Quick Quaffle with a tie score!

"Great job!" Vinny said with honest excitement as he happily hugged Gleny in celebration. Merlin, quidditch and his girl, what more could a bloke ask for?




OOC: Click here for ideas of what could be going on at Falmouth Stadium! These fun days dated from the 27th - 31st! List of Teams!
 
 
08 April 1984 @ 10:45 pm
RIAN!  
"Smile!"

Katie's grin was wide and bright as she held up her spoon of mint chocolate and peanut butter chip ice cream. It was obviously hard for the little girl to hold the pose as the ice cream was making both she and her mother drool, but Liz snapped a quick shot with her camera and Katie stuck the creamy portion into her mouth. Liz quickly captured her daughter's look of complete delight. She stood, adjusted the lens of her camera as Katie dribbled down the front of her shirt.

"Oy, messy Cakes," Liz said with a laugh, "go find Grandpa and tell him it's bath time."

The girl jumped out of her seat and began to holler for her grandfather, who was somewhere in the back of the ice cream parlour counting inventory. Liz was taking pictures for a new menu, and maybe shots that could be blown up and put around the shoppe. It was a light, easy task, and she definitely needed to casual time with Katie after the past few months of panic and stress. At least one thing had remained constant, and that was how easily her daughter could make her smile.

Liz disappeared around the counter to put her camera away when the bell jingled, announcing that they had a customer. Deciding to be cheeky, Liz put on the silly paper hat that her father had his workers wear (both of whom had disappeared once Liz had shown up, as she was more than trained in scooping perfect six-tier cones). She stood up with a wide grin, "Welcome to Fortescue's, home to over two hundred and thirty-six unique ice cream flavors, how can I make you smile today?"

She blanched, the cheery spiel slipping out of her mouth so quickly that it took herself a moment to realize she was saying it to her ex-boyfriend, "Rian?"
 
 
29 March 1984 @ 06:41 pm
Charity Dinner! Open to All! For Saturday!  


for more information

He stared at his reflection in the back of the bar area, his face refracted by the different panes of glass. Henry had long left his assigned seat at a table full of some of the highest donors of the night. They had found it to be such an honor that he was seated with them, that to be dining beside someone who must be so strong to go through this travesty was something to brag about. Henry had silently and barely acknowledged them, allowing their obsession with themselves and their egos to draw the conversation away from him.

The empty glass cracked loudly against the counter of the bar as he finished the drink. Henry could feel himself starting to feel slow and sluggish, but if he was forced to be here then he was going to do it on his own terms. If that meant getting so pissed that he slept under the bar for the rest of the night, then so be it.

Someone slipped onto the stool beside him, but seeing as there was no one that Henry wished to speak to tonight, he dropped his gaze back to his empty glass and tapped the side so that it could magically fill up once more.
 
 
11 February 1984 @ 03:07 am
 
WHO: Ian Bell, Liz Fortescue + Katie Bell
WHAT: SICK BABY ;w;
WHEN: Friday evening!
WHERE: Liz's flat

She wasn’t moving. Katie *wasn’t moving*. )
 
 
27 January 1984 @ 05:11 pm
 
WHO: Liz Fortescue and Ian Bell
WHAT: Surprises in the form of a little firecracker named Katie
WHERE: Players' Hotel in Istanbul!
WHEN: Weekend after the England/Ireland match

Oh, Liz, wow--I mean... Hi--I mean... Wait-- )
 
 
01 September 1982 @ 10:12 pm
Rookwood Wedding! Open to Guests!  
Everything had gone off without a hitch.

Danielle wanted to cry for more than their vows, she was just so elated that the ceremony hadn't been interrupted by someone angry at the both of them, anyone who found it wrong for them to be together. It felt like all these months of turmoil and tears had been pointing towards this day, and Danielle was going to love every second of this day.

Her hands rested behind her back as she listened to her father's story about his wedding day. Danielle rocked on her heels with a smile on her face, so happy that she was going to have stories to share with her family, their future children, and anyone else who was willing to listen. The party was small, just their closest friends and family (Rian had come! He'd come!), and it was just what Danielle had always wanted. The wedding was supposed to be about her and Donovan, it had always been Donovan, and to have her fantasy come true was astounding.

And it wasn't even the felix felicis they had given all of their guests as favors, talking.

She was about to comment on how her father seemed to be getting misty eyed when a hand rested on her waist. Danielle turned and smiled brightly at her husband, and excused herself from her family to pay some attention to him.

"Have I told you how handsome you look today?"
 
 
29 May 1982 @ 08:41 pm
Liz  
Graeme knew that things had been rough for Liz – and that was putting things lightly. He wished there was more he could do for her, and tried to be there for her whenever she needed him, even if she didn’t say it. After being best friends with her for all these years, he knew when she couldn’t handle things on her own, and when she needed a shoulder to lean on.

This time, however, he had gotten specific instructions to come over and retrieve the gifts she had bought for his son, Jackson – God, that kid was his entire world. After talking to Liz, he always felt compelled to kiss Giada, and tell his wife and his son how much he loved them – the thought of something like what happened to Liz ever happening to him was terrifying, and it broke his heart, which just made him feel even more sorry for his friend.

But he hated feeling sorry for her, because he knew she didn’t want him, or anyone else to. He always tried to act like things were okay, around Liz – try and get her back into the swing of things, since, well…she didn’t have many other people left, and he loved Liz too much to let her go through all of this on her own. So, he told Giada that he would be gone – for how long, he wasn’t sure – and that if she needed to contact him, where he would be. Another set of kisses to his wife’s lips and his son’s forehead, and he was off on his way.

Arriving at her place, he lifted a hand to curl his fist into a ball and rap his knuckles against the door. Stepping back, he hooked his thumbs into his pockets and waited for the petite blonde to open the door.
 
 
08 November 1981 @ 09:15 pm
 
Who: Marissa and ~mystery guest~
What: The ministry is bollocks.
Where: Muggle London
When: The relative 'now'

And it made her want to vomit cotton candy out her eyes. )
 
 
05 August 1981 @ 12:46 pm
BLACK OUT!  
Gabriel was silently wording his opening lines for the next segment of news when the lights dropped. He lifted his head in a curious manner, having been standing away from the news desk and wondering if it was just a backdrop thing. It wasn't exactly peculiar, there had been men working on the spells earlier this week which had caused the lighting charms to flicker and crackle. He let out a breath and stood where he was, watching as nearly everyone around him performed lumos with their wands. Gabriel supposed he should as well, and wondered if this sort of incident would mess up the wireless airwaves. He didn't know much about the magic behind the WWN, but he supposed those who did would fix things.

He muttered to his assistant that he was going to go into the corridor to see if it was only their studio that had gone out, and she quickly skittered away to find the snack trays. Gabriel let out a breath, sighing at the thought of having to stay at work later because of this delay. He had dinner plans for Rachel and the children, he did not need the annoyance of pushing back reservations. As he pushed out into the hallway, he let out a groan at the darkness. His wand was soon out and he felt awfully tired, frustrated that his day was going to be spent in near darkness.

"Do you have light?" he called out to a figure down the hall, noticing a brighter light than that of a normal lit wand. "The spells have gone out over here, it's pitch---"

Why had he been so languid in his movements just now? Darkness overcoming the WWN studios? In the middle of Diagon Alley? Diagon Alley, which was the near breeding ground for death eater attacks. Gabriel wished he had the mindset to jump to the worst possible conclusion, but the spell the cloaked death eater shot off sliced him across the side of the head, knocking him out cold and to the ground.

If he didn't die today, right now, Rachel was going to kill him.


OOC! )
 
 
29 October 1980 @ 08:32 pm
Halloween Party (for Saturday!)! Everyone!  
Halloween was her favorite day of the year, outside of her birthday. And Christmas. And Valentine's Day! It was still pretty up there, considering that there were 365 days in the bloody year! Liz couldn't handle the excitement, whether it be from dressing Katie up in adorable little outfits (plural, because she simply could not pick one obnoxiously cute costume for her daughter) or doing her hair or making Ian dress up and the candy!

Ohhhh, the candy.

It was probably not a good idea to be on a full blown sugar rush when you left for a big party like this, but her fans (she had FANS!) were used to her rapid paced talk! So this should be the norm for everyone, because Liz Bell was a show stopper! The red carpet was sooo much fun, and the Bells were just sofreakinggoodlooking so why would the cameras not flash at them and sigh.

Halloween was the best ever.

"How are my buns?" she asked without looking up, unsure if she had wandered away from her husband or not. There were so many pretty costumes and lights and shiny things...it really wasn't her fault if she'd gotten lost in the crowd.
 
 
05 July 1980 @ 08:45 pm
Baby Shower Owl!  


ooc: Baby Shower Page - Liz says it's a-okay to leave gifts in the comments lmao And if you're not on the invite list but think you should be (UNLESS YOU ARE OF THE MALE/ANIMAL SPECIES) you can comment here. Send presents! She really thinks everyone in the world should send presents but yanno.
 
 
02 June 1980 @ 09:37 pm
Old + Newly Invited Members! :O  
James felt like he was in a zoo on display, the feeling of a million pairs of eyes sitting upon him. Dumbledore had set up the Hog's Head as an 'informational meeting' of sorts, for people they had all suggested, thought of, and found to be highly trustworthy. These people were going to be offered to put their lives on the line for their dying secret society, and James was surprised as hell that so many had actually shown up.

They were all idiots, he believed.

But then again, they must all think that he and the rest of the original Order (he felt so old, saying that) were out of their minds. To them, the Order was just a bunch of kids who got caught up in a big, ugly mess and were now crying for help. Which it felt like, sometimes, but James wasn't ready to admit that out loud. He wasn't sure if he ever could, which was why he was staying uncharacteristically silent through the whole engagement. He was slumped in one of the booths of the tavern, eyes following the mingling and quite chatter that was going on.

Drinks will be served! Dumbledore had ended jovially, and James had sighed. Part of him felt like a wretched person for getting more and more people involved into the war, but the other, very tired part of him was ready to hand over the reigns and let Voldemort get some new toys to play with.

OOC )
 
 
15 September 1979 @ 12:44 am
 
WHO: Ian & Elizabeth Bell
WHAT: Liz makes a slip :[
WHEN: Tonight
WHERE: The Bell residence

'Liz, Marlie can't do it.' )
 
 
10 June 1979 @ 09:41 pm
[ Liz! ]  
Lily Potter hated Alice Longbottom. What she hated even more was being locked up in a house. So when you took a situation in which she was locked up in a house because of Alice Longbottom, you got a rather angry redhead. She had been driving James and the rest of the Order insane, she was pretty sure, which was the only reason now for which she was being let out of said house for ten minutes---which was fine with her, because even though she had been given specific instructions to Apparate directly to her Liverpool home and a whole lecture beforehand on what to do in case of attack (honestly, it was like she wasn't Lily Potter), she was not in the Order house, and that was something. Which, being in the Order house didn't bother her normally, it was just that she knew that she couldn't leave, and they had no leads on where Alice was so she didn't know when she would be able to leave--if ever, oh dear God she'd die there--and because she'd be somewhere else if Alice weren't such an idiot and---

Okay, no, Order house was better than Death Eaters, but. For pity's sake, the woman was still an idiot!

Anyway, Lily had been let out of the Order house for a few minutes, which was all that really mattered right now. After sitting around for a good hour trying to think up excuses to leave, she had come up with the brilliant realization that if she and James were going to be living there for a while, they'd need clothes and other things like that and even though it'd taken another hour of begging to be let go, she was there, pulling out the key to the front door and---

---what the hell was that in her window? Was that a face?

Abandoning the lock for a second and feeling her heart begin to race just a bit--they had realized that Alice wasn't her and they were here oh no oh no--Lily inched towards their front window and---

"WHAT THE HELL, LIZ!"