09 June 1985 @ 11:04 pm
ICKLE RHYSY  
The first few days were rough, Theo would admit. He spent too much time convincing himself that Holly would return. She would realize the past was just that and give him at the very least a chance to explain himself. It became clear quite quickly that she was not returning. He could almost understand her leaving him, but to have Theodore ask him every day where she was, why mum wasn’t coming home, that he didn’t understand. That she continued to stay away from Theodore. It made his heart ache to hear the questions from the small boy. He deserved her, even if Theo did not.

As weeks past, he found himself in a routine much similar to the days after Cordelia, and before Holly. Except now such a life, he found it lacking some how. He couldn’t seem to remember how he use to occupy his time before she entered his life, though he was sure it didn’t include sitting on the floor playing with with dragons and trying to keep up with his sons rapid talking. He didn’t get it. Holly had been much better at these sorts of games than he could ever try to be. All he heard was his son telling tales that made no sense. That had no logic or reason. It was hard for him to sit on the floor and play this game of pretend he didn’t believe in, but it was the only thing that kept the boy happy and from asking questions Theo couldn’t answer.

He knew better than to get his hopes up at the sound of the front door opening (he had made that mistake few too many times). Or at the sound of footsteps down the hall. He knew he would just be disappointed when he looked over his shoulder to see who was casting the shadow in the room. And disappointed he was, even still. “Are you still here Rhys?” He asked dulling, surrendering the dragon he had to his son and pushing himself up off the floor. “I thought you had left.”
 
 
22 May 1985 @ 06:39 pm
 
WHO: Theo Nott and Holly Troy
WHAT: Death
WHERE: Her old house
WHEN: A day or two after their last thread

Today was their ‘what if.’ )
 
 
18 May 1985 @ 06:32 pm
 
Who: Theo and Holly Nott
Where: Nott Abode
What: Theo is not having a good day.
When: Nowish?


I won't risk losing you and Theodore )
 
 
08 February 1985 @ 08:41 pm
Hogsmeade Valentine's Spectacular! Friday, the 14th  
Now, Holly was definitely not someone who enjoyed the frills and lace of Valentine's Day. Usually, she hated it, it was in the top five list of things she hated, but this year? She felt like celebrating. It had been a damn good year, and Holly was taking every opportunity to showcase the good bloody mood she'd been in. Sure, there had been its blips (McCormack owed her quite some bit), and each moment made her appreciate each and every day.

But that was the sort of sappy stuff she and her husband didn't say, so that was why she had insisted that their visit to Hogsmeade tonight was to crack jokes and judge the couples that took this holiday way too seriously.

It was turning out to not be as horrendous as one may have thought. Hogsmeade was a village on display, each store front lit up with lights, the street lamps giving off sprays of glitter and confetti as couples walked past. The different food places had set up heating spells around outside tables and counters, the aroma completely filling her every sense. The lake had turned into a beautiful ice rink, while a magical ferris wheel lit up the sky. The village had always amazed her, knowing that it was the only place in the country wizards and witches could be completely at ease with their magic outside of Hogwarts.

"Good thing they didn't let the kiddies out," Holly said, eyes catching sight of the castle in the distance. "They'd ruin the romance."

- Hogsmeade is open to all! The village streets are sort of like a Valentine's fair, hosted by Madam Puddifoot's (so you know there's some cheesy stuff).
- For some ADDED FUN, a little trickster has laced the chocolate supply with a truth serum. The amount of chocolate your character ingests, the more truthful/the longer they are under its spell. Soo...that could lead to some fun, y/y? >:D
- ALSO, for players on non British Isles teams, this is the last weekend to be home because practice for the WC starts after Valentine's Day! So get those feels out because you're shipping out!
 
 
01 December 1984 @ 01:58 am
Theo!  
Her heels had disappeared a long time ago. Holly let out a breath as she shut the door to the guest room behind her, wondering how she'd made it into her house in near complete silence with Thomas McCormack literally hanging onto her. Merlin's pants, this was not how she expected this evening to go, but Holly was first and foremost a teammate, and had taken on the the role tonight. She listened at the door to make sure she didn't hear him moving about, hoping that the sleeping potion she'd forced down his throat would go into effect quickly. When she didn't hear anything, Holly started down the hallway toward the master bedroom. She stopped midway, however, and looked into Theodore's room. Holly hesitated for a moment, but then entered.

The little boy was sound asleep. She gently sat on the edge of the bed and looked him over, smoothing down his hair. She'd loved this boy before she'd loved her husband, she was sure. It had almost been instant and Holly was sure she'd never honestly cared for someone like she had immediately grown to care for Theodore. Being with Thomas and seeing what he'd gone through tonight made her want to hold her son and never let go.

Holly sucked in a breath, surprising herself as tears struck her eyes. If anything ever happened to Theodore, or...She turned at the sound of footsteps, and wiped at her eyes when she saw Theo standing in the door way.

"I was just---checking on him," she said, looking down and wincing at the very glittery dress she was still wearing.
 
 
03 May 1984 @ 09:28 pm
Open to....EVERYONE LMAO  

This party had most certainly gotten out of hand.

Louis was not sure what had happened, or how, but he and Adian were quite suddenly overwhelmed by a sea of people they did not know save for the magazines and tabloids. Quidditch stars, besides Saoirse and her boyfriend (and teammates!) were sauntering through their flat! Wireless celebrities, friends from Hogwarts, people they did not recognize at all! Louis was at first startled, owling his sister for help (and to bring more dip!), but soon he was being patted on the back for throwing quite the bash and handed drink after drink in congratulations.

It may be the reason why he was seeing double, but Louis Bonaccord had traversed this crazy world! He could hold his liquor. Somewhat.

"You are Saoirse's friend!" he said, not the slightest hint of a slur as he spotted one of the few familiar people in the crowd. His wavering form gave up his intoxication, but at least he could speak clearly, "Mademoiselle Pepper!"


ooc: basically, Louis and Adian wanted a small get together on their roof, and the word spread that some quidditch players will be there and now they are basically throwing a rager lmao. If you can connect to Louis or Adian in some manner (six, seven, eight degrees, WHATEVER), then your character can be here LOL
 
 
12 November 1983 @ 12:21 am
 
WHO: Holly Troy and Theo Nott
WHERE: Their house, Theodore's playroom!
WHEN: Let's say today (Monday) after work!
WHAT: Some startling ideas are put on the table!

Well, its not like I plan to steal one, I was thinking something a bit more traditional. )
 
 
01 November 1983 @ 08:41 pm
 
WHO: Theo Nott and Tim Greengrass
WHAT: Theo's scouted out who kidnapped Adamina
WHERE: A dark muggle alleyway
WHEN: Tonight?

Alright then, let’s go ruin someone’s night )
 
 
23 September 1983 @ 01:33 am
 
WHO: Theo Nott and Tim Greengrass
WHAT: Cousins reuniting for some serious business
WHERE: The Notts' new home
WHEN: Thiiiis afternoon?

The hitwizards are incompetent )
 
 
29 July 1983 @ 11:21 am
All Star Gala! For Saturday!  
In all honesty, he would rather be on his broomstick, making up practice and his regiments than dressed up at a party. Thomas knew that the All Star match didn't really count, but when you were flying among the best of the best, a player wanted to be the best of the best. He wasn't as rusty as he thought he'd be, but just the lack of flying made his muscles more sore after practice than he was used to. He was barely holding himself up, and if it weren't for the beautiful woman on his arm he'd probably be slumped in a chair, ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Samantha was back and he could fly. Both of his best friends had made the all-star team, and they were going to be playing together for the first time in their careers. Thomas really couldn't think of anything that could make him happier, though showing up Brookstanton on the pitch might be the cherry on top. They were teammates, and however much Thomas found the other beater loathsome, he would work with him for the win. It would at least be an interesting match, if anything.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked Samantha, smiling. He'd missed her terribly and was glad that her stint out of the country was over. Just in time.
 
 
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 @ 01:56 pm
Holly :*  
Now the fact that this was going to be the third time in six days that they would be spending time in each others company didn't feel odd. It felt right. He certainly didn't think that he would be the type to go over and console his not-crying girlfriend, (if you were going to use such juvenile terms to describe their relationship) but yet he didn't even think twice about going over pick her up and take her back to his place after her lose in the playoffs. And he didn't even comment on the fact he could tell that she had been crying.

Even more so, it was Valentine's Day and he was standing on Holly's porch. The whole stigma behind this day was beyond obnoxious. Apparently if you didn't make some grand sweeping gesture in public, you didn't care or some other nonsense. It was bad enough he made plans for this evening, so he certainly wasn't showing up with flowers or chocolates. He rapped his knuckles on her door and waited patiently. He wasn't quite sure if she was expecting him, she certainly wasn't pleased about the whole raffle thing, which he still didn't quite understand. But he had a solution for all potential issues.

"I brought take out" he said holding up a bag with his finger. "I figured a night in avoiding all the red and pink and frilly nonsense would be nice."
 
 
21 December 1982 @ 10:09 pm
 
Who: Holly and Hamilton
What: Surprise Visit!
When: Nowish?
Where: Holly's Place
Status: Finishing in comments

You want me to put more clothes -on-? )
 
 
28 October 1982 @ 07:25 pm
Halloween Gala - Open to All! for the 31st  


Henry had shaken more hands tonight than he had in his entire career as a quidditch agent. It seemed like everyone was in agreement; the charity was a great idea and this fundraiser was turning out to be a huge success. Henry was the first to turn the talk to his brother, telling those who approached him that Seth was the mind behind it all, but apparently his brother had been boasting the exact opposite, and Henry was receiving praise he didn't normally receive.

It could really make a bloke feel like a million galleons, to tell you the truth.

Standing at a corner of the dance floor to get a good view of things, Henry felt someone slink particularly close to him and he smiled down at his glowing girlfriend. While it had taken Henry about a week to be able to talk normally without a stutter after Heidi had revealed the news, he was now brimming with pride in just about all aspects of his life.

"Are you having a good time?" he asked, putting a hand to her lower back. Henry had been scolded to not fret as much, so he refrained from asking if she was tired and needed to sit, or go home! He'd go home if she wished. "The band should be starting up again soon."
 
 
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.