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16 February 1985 @ 10:27 am
Letter for Phoebe Doge
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. |
28 December 1981 @ 10:11 pm
CHRISTMAS PARTY [BACKDATED TO 23RD]
After making a quick stop to check on the children upstairs (Anthony and Elijah looked so precious), Mackenzie continued on her normal perimeter around the party. Ensuring there was enough food and drink for everyone was extremely important, as well as making sure that no-one was left standing by themselves too long. That would hardly promote good review upon later reminiscing among their guests. But luckily, neither of these issues had seem to come up yet, leaving her with little host responsibilities. So that left Mackenzie practically purring, as she had been for most of the night. The party could not be going better. The house looked beautiful thanks to her near-obsessive decorating, Christmas spirit was in full swing, and everyone looked like they were truly enjoying themselves. Nothing could go wrong, absolutely nothing, making Mackenzie feel her happiest in what seemed like a very long time. This had been a very good idea! Maybe if things continued like this, she could convince Sebastian to make this their annual holiday tradition... Couldn't be too careful, though. Just for good measure, Mackenzie picked a few of her husband's favorite hors d'oeuvres as they passed by above, placing them on a plate. Finding him was easy; ever since she had gotten back, Sebastian had replaced her shadow. Not in a bad or stifling way, but in more of a supporting kind of way. She knew he was worried. "I have a present for you," she smiled, producing the plate with one hand as the other wrapped around his open arm. |
12 June 1981 @ 11:58 am
Backdated!
WHO: Phoebe and Elphias Doge!
WHAT: She has to tell him something!
WHEN: Last week or so?
STATUS: Finishing in comments!
( Plus, they'd have really cute babies, right? That's what mattered. Really cute, really smart babies. With no social cues whatsoever. )
WHAT: She has to tell him something!
WHEN: Last week or so?
STATUS: Finishing in comments!
( Plus, they'd have really cute babies, right? That's what mattered. Really cute, really smart babies. With no social cues whatsoever. )
21 December 1980 @ 09:45 pm
Patronus to All Order Members!
Potters are hosting the Christmas party at headquarters, yes, yes? I knew you'd all agree.
24 August 1980 @ 12:28 am
Elphias dearest!
Two weeks ago, Phoebe had honestly thought that the worst thing that could possibly happen in her life was her father finding out she and Elphias had been married since April, and then have him proceed to kill her husband. It was all she'd been able to think about as her grandmother forced tulle and fluffy dresses down her throat for the past few weeks, and she'd been losing sleep over the stress.
Now...Elphias had been unconscious for a week, and his brother was dead.
Phoebe really didn't care what anyone knew, anymore. In her panic she'd screamed that she needed to see her husband, and her father stared at her for all of a good second before rushing away. It all felt absolutely surreal; how was she actually sitting here right now? How was she sitting here, waiting for Elphias to wake up from his healer-induced sleep (they had approximated his wake up time to be around noon), weary from these past weeks of misery? Phoebe had no idea how to talk to his parents, or how to even try to understand---they had lost a son. Berk was dead, and Elphias nearly died too and---
The clock struck twelve and Phoebe sat up straighter, praying for Elphias to start stirring. Or---no, she wanted her husband to wake up, but she was suddenly hit with the thought that she was going to have to explain everything that happened and---oh God. Phoebe stood up, hands over her mouth as she began to pace. God, oh God--how could she--how could she possibly tell him the terrible news?
Now...Elphias had been unconscious for a week, and his brother was dead.
Phoebe really didn't care what anyone knew, anymore. In her panic she'd screamed that she needed to see her husband, and her father stared at her for all of a good second before rushing away. It all felt absolutely surreal; how was she actually sitting here right now? How was she sitting here, waiting for Elphias to wake up from his healer-induced sleep (they had approximated his wake up time to be around noon), weary from these past weeks of misery? Phoebe had no idea how to talk to his parents, or how to even try to understand---they had lost a son. Berk was dead, and Elphias nearly died too and---
The clock struck twelve and Phoebe sat up straighter, praying for Elphias to start stirring. Or---no, she wanted her husband to wake up, but she was suddenly hit with the thought that she was going to have to explain everything that happened and---oh God. Phoebe stood up, hands over her mouth as she began to pace. God, oh God--how could she--how could she possibly tell him the terrible news?
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_m
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_m
07 May 1980 @ 10:55 pm
Patronus!
05 April 1980 @ 01:57 pm
Patronus Message
05 April 1980 @ 02:58 pm
Who: Phoebe Smethwyck, Tabitha Diggory, Hippocrates Smethwyck, Elphias Doge
What: A quiet time at the Smethwyck household leads to trouble D:
Where: Phoebe's house
When: RIGHT. NOW.
( Holy crap, he was going to kill her. )
What: A quiet time at the Smethwyck household leads to trouble D:
Where: Phoebe's house
When: RIGHT. NOW.
( Holy crap, he was going to kill her. )
24 July 1979 @ 11:54 am
Elphias!
It was four-thirteen in the morning and she was sitting on a bed with a boy in the Leaky Cauldron.
This wasn't something she'd never fantasized about, but it had been just that, a fantasy. Phoebe had no idea what had come over her, agreeing to meet Elphias this late--early, but she did it without a second thought, and that was scary. It could have to do that she was still half-asleep, but with the way she'd jolted up at the sight of his comment in her journal was leading her to believe that it was more. It was stupid and not very feminist to just jump up and rush over to her ex-boyfriend, but. Phoebe could care less about the women's movement at the moment, sorry Ashlyn.
She sat with her hands clasped tightly on her lap, shoulders hunched and head bowed slightly. What were they going to talk about? Oh, this was a bad idea, wasn't it? A really bad idea, a super bad idea---but it was Elphias, and she'd always be his friend, and he looked like he needed to see her even if it was just to sit her in silence for hours and that made her chest tighten with things she's never felt before.
"I---do you want, to get--breakfast, or something?" she whispered, not sure why. It felt like a delicate moment, but Phoebe was betting on the fact that she just simply didn't know what to say.
This wasn't something she'd never fantasized about, but it had been just that, a fantasy. Phoebe had no idea what had come over her, agreeing to meet Elphias this late--early, but she did it without a second thought, and that was scary. It could have to do that she was still half-asleep, but with the way she'd jolted up at the sight of his comment in her journal was leading her to believe that it was more. It was stupid and not very feminist to just jump up and rush over to her ex-boyfriend, but. Phoebe could care less about the women's movement at the moment, sorry Ashlyn.
She sat with her hands clasped tightly on her lap, shoulders hunched and head bowed slightly. What were they going to talk about? Oh, this was a bad idea, wasn't it? A really bad idea, a super bad idea---but it was Elphias, and she'd always be his friend, and he looked like he needed to see her even if it was just to sit her in silence for hours and that made her chest tighten with things she's never felt before.
"I---do you want, to get--breakfast, or something?" she whispered, not sure why. It felt like a delicate moment, but Phoebe was betting on the fact that she just simply didn't know what to say.
12 July 1979 @ 02:17 pm
Order!
"Say cheese!"
Alice set the camera on its timer and rushed forward to slide under Frank's arm. The room filled with a chorus of 'CHEESE' and a loud grumbling of 'No' as the flash nearly blinded everyone in the room.
"Goodness, Alice," Emmeline Vance mumbled, pressing her hands into her eyes. Alice blinked a few times to try and rid her vision of the rainbow-colored spots and hurried (well, stumbled, wow--that flash was very bright) back to the camera to catch the picture as it fell out of the front. Swiftly, she held it up to watch it come into focus and instantly her vision was cleared. Oh, see. They were such a lovely bunch, even if a few of them hated each other.
You were allowed to hate someone and still look lovely together, Alice believed.
"Okay! Well!" She waved her free hand around, anyone who wanted to look at the picture (though she could probably make copies! Ooh--) could come up and snatch it away from her...not without a fight, of course, "Food is---"
Alice watched as the group immediately dispersed toward the food and drinks and other activities she and Frank and Marlie had managed to set up in the Longbottom's rather expanse backyard. Yes, the Order, while amazing crime fighters, also had the keenest sense of of smell and taste--or was it just they were really hungry?
Alice set the camera on its timer and rushed forward to slide under Frank's arm. The room filled with a chorus of 'CHEESE' and a loud grumbling of 'No' as the flash nearly blinded everyone in the room.
"Goodness, Alice," Emmeline Vance mumbled, pressing her hands into her eyes. Alice blinked a few times to try and rid her vision of the rainbow-colored spots and hurried (well, stumbled, wow--that flash was very bright) back to the camera to catch the picture as it fell out of the front. Swiftly, she held it up to watch it come into focus and instantly her vision was cleared. Oh, see. They were such a lovely bunch, even if a few of them hated each other.
You were allowed to hate someone and still look lovely together, Alice believed.
"Okay! Well!" She waved her free hand around, anyone who wanted to look at the picture (though she could probably make copies! Ooh--) could come up and snatch it away from her...not without a fight, of course, "Food is---"
Alice watched as the group immediately dispersed toward the food and drinks and other activities she and Frank and Marlie had managed to set up in the Longbottom's rather expanse backyard. Yes, the Order, while amazing crime fighters, also had the keenest sense of of smell and taste--or was it just they were really hungry?
01 April 1979 @ 03:14 am
Characters: Elphias Doge, various Mungos NPCs.
Setting: Early morning, 1st April 1979, Virus Quarantine Ward @ St. Mungos Hospital.
Summary: :[[[
Rating: PG
( ''I need a healer! He's stopped breathing!'' )
Setting: Early morning, 1st April 1979, Virus Quarantine Ward @ St. Mungos Hospital.
Summary: :[[[
Rating: PG
( ''I need a healer! He's stopped breathing!'' )