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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."
15 September 1982 @ 08:57 pm
Eliza
“….Healer Diggle?
Dedalus grunted as a way of recognizing that someone was calling to him from the doorway of the on call room, though he couldn’t place who it belonged to. He was half asleep, with his arms folded over his eyes to keep out the minimal amount of light that had entered the room when the door had opened, turning over onto his side to face the wall a bit. He had a pounding migraine that he had only just taken something for, seeing how he had been suffering through it for the last couple of hours while with a patient. He didn’t like becoming dependant on them, and because he was a healer, he thought it was irresponsible of him to not practice what he preached to those he prescribed things for.
These late nights were taking their toll on him though, and having people’s thoughts floating around his head all day in addition to his own never helped keep his stress level low. Thankfully things were much better now than they were back in Hogwarts, when he had no idea what he could do, or how to control it after he did. He had gotten a much better grasp on it since then, though when he was extremely tired he often times caught a snippet of someone’s thoughts in passing.
“Um…I know you told me not to disturb you sir, but you have someone here to see you.”
A visitor? He furrowed his brows, and dropped his arms to look towards the door, though he immediately regretted it when he was blinded by light, since his eyes had never adjusted and his head was still pounding.
Dedalus grunted as a way of recognizing that someone was calling to him from the doorway of the on call room, though he couldn’t place who it belonged to. He was half asleep, with his arms folded over his eyes to keep out the minimal amount of light that had entered the room when the door had opened, turning over onto his side to face the wall a bit. He had a pounding migraine that he had only just taken something for, seeing how he had been suffering through it for the last couple of hours while with a patient. He didn’t like becoming dependant on them, and because he was a healer, he thought it was irresponsible of him to not practice what he preached to those he prescribed things for.
These late nights were taking their toll on him though, and having people’s thoughts floating around his head all day in addition to his own never helped keep his stress level low. Thankfully things were much better now than they were back in Hogwarts, when he had no idea what he could do, or how to control it after he did. He had gotten a much better grasp on it since then, though when he was extremely tired he often times caught a snippet of someone’s thoughts in passing.
“Um…I know you told me not to disturb you sir, but you have someone here to see you.”
A visitor? He furrowed his brows, and dropped his arms to look towards the door, though he immediately regretted it when he was blinded by light, since his eyes had never adjusted and his head was still pounding.
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."
27 April 1982 @ 10:57 pm
Minister's Birthday Gala! Open to Everyone!
Katerina let out a long, bored breath. It seemed like the Ministry had been holding an extravagant event every other weekend, as if they had nothing better to do. Of course there was so much to be done every day of every week, but with You-Know-Who gone and most of the death eaters either dead or behind bars, it seemed like the events committee had way too much time on their hands.
At least she got to go dress shopping. As Katerina declined a dance from a fellow in her department, she wondered if she actually had to wait for the Minister to blow out the candles of her cake before she could leave. It was supposed to be such an honor to be invited to these events, but when everyone was invited it took away the glamor, and then you were expected to sit around for a good two hours so that your department head could make sure you were making him look good.
She really needed a drink, or a hot bloke to start talking to her. On days like this Katerina envied her older sister, whose sole purpose in life was to marry rich, pureblooded men. It only took her a few moments to recall that her sister had seven dead husbands to deal with, and now a son for the rest of her life. Yes---Katerina would much rather be forced to mingle at these events than carry those sort of stories on her shoulders.
But, at the moment, she was bored, and let out a sigh in hopes that some handsome bloke would become concerned.
At least she got to go dress shopping. As Katerina declined a dance from a fellow in her department, she wondered if she actually had to wait for the Minister to blow out the candles of her cake before she could leave. It was supposed to be such an honor to be invited to these events, but when everyone was invited it took away the glamor, and then you were expected to sit around for a good two hours so that your department head could make sure you were making him look good.
She really needed a drink, or a hot bloke to start talking to her. On days like this Katerina envied her older sister, whose sole purpose in life was to marry rich, pureblooded men. It only took her a few moments to recall that her sister had seven dead husbands to deal with, and now a son for the rest of her life. Yes---Katerina would much rather be forced to mingle at these events than carry those sort of stories on her shoulders.
But, at the moment, she was bored, and let out a sigh in hopes that some handsome bloke would become concerned.
06 April 1982 @ 01:50 am
Owl to Dedalus
I picked up a few things we might need. Could you hold on to them until I can get home?
♥ Eliza & Eric
A package delivered to Dedalus at St. Mungo's
17 June 1981 @ 10:31 am
Patronus to All Order Members!
17 June 1981 @ 10:25 am
WHO: Eliza Diggle and Zach Sloper
WHAT: Death eater attack in the park! WITH THE BABIES D:
WHERE: A PARK
WHEN: RIGHT NOW
( There were wards and boundaries, what if the death eaters got to Eric before she could--- )
WHAT: Death eater attack in the park! WITH THE BABIES D:
WHERE: A PARK
WHEN: RIGHT NOW
( There were wards and boundaries, what if the death eaters got to Eric before she could--- )