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10 February 1985 @ 06:06 pm
For Elsie, Happy Birthday
05 February 1985 @ 07:57 pm
WHO: Elliot Alderton and Elsie Alderton
WHAT: Two people who probably won't show up at work tomorrow
WHERE: Their humble abode
WHEN: ...TONIGHT!?
( Who the fuck do you think you are! )
WHAT: Two people who probably won't show up at work tomorrow
WHERE: Their humble abode
WHEN: ...TONIGHT!?
( Who the fuck do you think you are! )
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.
23 September 1984 @ 07:30 pm
Posted for this Friday!
It had been a long, long year for St. Mungo's. Mark stood with a long flute of champagne in one hand, taking slow, deep breaths. The rearing of the ugly virus' head had given the year a bad, bad start, but here they were. Lives had been lost, but so many had been saved. Mark felt bittersweet about celebrating the year, but he knew events like this needed to be held to keep the hospital running. The donations were used to buy new supplies, potion remedies, and to provide for better training for their healers. Everything was being spun into a positive manner, Mark just wished that it didn't have to be such a lavish event to do so. "Do you think it's too much?" he said to his wife, looking down at Hannah with a worried smirk. If anything, the night provided a reason for his wife to doll herself and look even more fantastic than she normally did. They deserved a night out, especially now that their trio of children was complete. |
13 February 1984 @ 01:12 am
WHO: THE ALDERTONS
WHAT: THE FEELS
WHERE: THEIR HOUSE
WHEN: ELSIE'S BIRTHDAY (2/10)
( I am not going to let anything happen to you, do you hear me? )
WHAT: THE FEELS
WHERE: THEIR HOUSE
WHEN: ELSIE'S BIRTHDAY (2/10)
( I am not going to let anything happen to you, do you hear me? )
21 November 1983 @ 03:17 pm
WHO: Elliot Alderton & Archie MacMillan
WHAT: An apology turns into a confession
WHERE: MacMillan manor
WHEN: Early Tuesday morning
( I haven’t been entirely truthful with you. )
WHAT: An apology turns into a confession
WHERE: MacMillan manor
WHEN: Early Tuesday morning
( I haven’t been entirely truthful with you. )
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. |
15 September 1983 @ 06:50 pm
WHO: Elliot Alderton & Archie MacMillan
WHAT: Old friends and exciting new ventures
WHERE: MacMillan manor
WHEN: Today!
( ...A catchy one that wasn’t uptight like Archie was )
WHAT: Old friends and exciting new ventures
WHERE: MacMillan manor
WHEN: Today!
( ...A catchy one that wasn’t uptight like Archie was )
19 April 1983 @ 10:39 pm
Elsie!
He had not had the desire to hold a baby in years. His nephew and niece, they got stared at by Elliot from a distance, a smile and a wave. His sister was always trying to push them into his arms, in her subtle but ineffective ways. Elliot had even found himself becoming distant with his own son, even though he and Liam had never been a hands-on pair. Liam was much more confident than Elliot had ever been, and often found pleasure in just sitting in the same room, on the same couch, at the same table as his dad.
But it was this strange pull towards the nursery, as if he had some sort of invisible rope wrapped around his waist that would only stretch to their front door before snapping him back. Elliot had spent the last nine months racked with guilt, sick with worry, and to have the relief of this wonderful, lovely, beautiful baby girl! He just never wanted to leave her side.
"Is that right?" he said softly as Elysia let out some sounds. Elliot still was keeping his distance, if sitting at the end of her crib and peering over showed. While he knew that his daughter was healthy and not a monster like he was, Elliot was still cautious---he still didn't trust the healers and who knew what infants could be infected with. He pushed himself a little closer, chin resting on the bars of the crib, "I believe you're correct, Miss."
But it was this strange pull towards the nursery, as if he had some sort of invisible rope wrapped around his waist that would only stretch to their front door before snapping him back. Elliot had spent the last nine months racked with guilt, sick with worry, and to have the relief of this wonderful, lovely, beautiful baby girl! He just never wanted to leave her side.
"Is that right?" he said softly as Elysia let out some sounds. Elliot still was keeping his distance, if sitting at the end of her crib and peering over showed. While he knew that his daughter was healthy and not a monster like he was, Elliot was still cautious---he still didn't trust the healers and who knew what infants could be infected with. He pushed himself a little closer, chin resting on the bars of the crib, "I believe you're correct, Miss."
07 August 1982 @ 08:36 pm
Elsie!
One should note, that you should never get bitten by a werewolf. It tended to ruin your life. Well, most aspects of your life. Elliot mused silently as he flipped through the muggle newspapers, looking for temporary job openings. He'd always been a hard worker, enjoying moving up in the world and being someone's boss. That was the kind of Gryffindor Elliot was, the bossy-sort. So when he'd been bit, nearly killed, he'd thought that maybe life really was over, he'd decided that maybe being in charge wasn't everything. Maybe he could just, you know. Live alone on a hilltop and never enter society again.
Of course----of course he couldn't do that, he had his father, he had his son, he had Eliza, he had Elsie. Elsie, Elsie, Ellsinore Branstone who was now Ellsinore Alderton because for some reason, a reason Elliot still couldn't understand, she'd still wanted to be with him after he'd been turned, she'd even wanted to marry him and spend the rest of her life with him. Him. Elliot, the werewolf.
She was why he continued to jump from job to job. Elliot liked to have another one up before he got fired for missing days, for being too sick. It made him feel better, really---not being fired, but starting fresh every few months. It didn't help the bills, or give them much time out for fun, but---it was better than the alternative, right?
He heard the click of the door and Elliot looked up, smiling as his wife finally returned from her long excursion. Elliot shut the paper and let out a breath, eyebrows high, "I've got chicken, mashed potatoes, and penne alfredo all ready to go in the kitchen. Be impressed."
Of course----of course he couldn't do that, he had his father, he had his son, he had Eliza, he had Elsie. Elsie, Elsie, Ellsinore Branstone who was now Ellsinore Alderton because for some reason, a reason Elliot still couldn't understand, she'd still wanted to be with him after he'd been turned, she'd even wanted to marry him and spend the rest of her life with him. Him. Elliot, the werewolf.
She was why he continued to jump from job to job. Elliot liked to have another one up before he got fired for missing days, for being too sick. It made him feel better, really---not being fired, but starting fresh every few months. It didn't help the bills, or give them much time out for fun, but---it was better than the alternative, right?
He heard the click of the door and Elliot looked up, smiling as his wife finally returned from her long excursion. Elliot shut the paper and let out a breath, eyebrows high, "I've got chicken, mashed potatoes, and penne alfredo all ready to go in the kitchen. Be impressed."
05 June 1981 @ 08:12 pm
Diagon Alley Attacks --- Backdated for Friday --- Open to All!
"Ex--cuse, me---move, move, move!"
Didn't people know how to act in a time of crisis? You didn't stand around screaming bloody murder, staring at the rays of hexes and jinxes while you waited to get hit by one of them. You moved, you hid, you did whatever you could to stop the bloody death eaters that were interrupting the peace. You didn't become a distraction or something that could cause even more harm. Emmeline jumped and twisted and forced herself through the crowd of people surging in every which direction. This was going to be such a disaster.
Emmeline wished she hadn't offered to take the package to Flourish and Blotts. The package was too delicate to let an owl deliver it, Patrick had to head home early because of his daughter, and seeing as it was only a five minute walk, hey! Get some sun, earn some brownie points from the cousin who was constantly harassing her to do stuff other than ogle at her nerdy boyfriend! Haa. She wished she'd just refused and taken on the extra paperwork, but that meant that Edward would have probably taken the walk to Flourish and Blotts and Emmeline knew for a fact that he would have either frozen in terror or with his bad luck been shot in the head once the first death eaters showed up.
Okay, stop the morbid thoughts.
The door of Calliope's jingled pleasantly, completely ignorant of the chaos that was going on just down the block. Emmeline knew it wouldn't be long before they reached the publisher. "Edward! We've got to go!" she shouted, trying to keep her voice from sounding too stressed. "Come on!"
Didn't people know how to act in a time of crisis? You didn't stand around screaming bloody murder, staring at the rays of hexes and jinxes while you waited to get hit by one of them. You moved, you hid, you did whatever you could to stop the bloody death eaters that were interrupting the peace. You didn't become a distraction or something that could cause even more harm. Emmeline jumped and twisted and forced herself through the crowd of people surging in every which direction. This was going to be such a disaster.
Emmeline wished she hadn't offered to take the package to Flourish and Blotts. The package was too delicate to let an owl deliver it, Patrick had to head home early because of his daughter, and seeing as it was only a five minute walk, hey! Get some sun, earn some brownie points from the cousin who was constantly harassing her to do stuff other than ogle at her nerdy boyfriend! Haa. She wished she'd just refused and taken on the extra paperwork, but that meant that Edward would have probably taken the walk to Flourish and Blotts and Emmeline knew for a fact that he would have either frozen in terror or with his bad luck been shot in the head once the first death eaters showed up.
Okay, stop the morbid thoughts.
The door of Calliope's jingled pleasantly, completely ignorant of the chaos that was going on just down the block. Emmeline knew it wouldn't be long before they reached the publisher. "Edward! We've got to go!" she shouted, trying to keep her voice from sounding too stressed. "Come on!"
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.
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.
19 September 1980 @ 06:24 pm
Owl to Eliza Alderton
22 July 1980 @ 07:04 pm
HOWLER TO DEDALUS DIGGLE
19 April 1980 @ 09:46 pm
Who: Elliot Alderton and Elsie Branstone
What: In the hospital after Eliza gets attacked :[
When: A few days ago
( I'm glad you wanted me. )
What: In the hospital after Eliza gets attacked :[
When: A few days ago
( I'm glad you wanted me. )