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30 January 1985 @ 01:31 pm
OWL TO MACKENZIE GOLDSTEIN
When was the last time you spoke with Derek Dobbs?
- C
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.
04 January 1984 @ 10:39 pm
WHO: Therese Bonaccord and Mackenzie Goldstein
WHAT: :(
WHERE: St. Mungo's
WHEN: Late Friday/Early Saturday
( An hour and a half of Mackenzie sending her the saddest, most sympathetic stare imaginable. )
WHAT: :(
WHERE: St. Mungo's
WHEN: Late Friday/Early Saturday
( An hour and a half of Mackenzie sending her the saddest, most sympathetic stare imaginable. )
04 January 1984 @ 10:41 pm
Urgent Owl to Mackenzie Goldstein
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. |
07 November 1981 @ 10:36 pm
OPEN TO EVERYONE! MINISTRY CELEBRATION!
It was very hard to keep a smile on her face when only a week ago two of her best friends had been murdered, one was arrested for being a killer and death eater, and a fourth was blown to pieces. Alice had spent the last seven days in a giant haze, and she herself wasn't exactly sure how she'd even gotten herself dressed for this Ministry celebration.
She was staring quite hard at the blown up poster of the Potters from their wedding day. The walls were adorned with pictures of James, Lily, and Harry, along with other pictures of the men and women who have given their lives for the war effort. Alice wasn't sure whether this was something she was touched or disgusted by. She loved seeing the smiling faces of her friends and the others---some were co-workers, people she'd had lunch in the ministry cafeteria with, but...the Ministry hadn't done much outside of the auror squad to stop the war, and it was really some freak accident by Harry Potter that had ended it...so to see how the wizarding community was so undoubtedly behind their ministry and the the minister right now was a bit disturbing...
Alice let out a breath and looked for her husband. It had taken much effort to get Frank out here (that part, she did remember quite clearly), and she did understand his sentiments. Not showing up, however, would create even more stress. The Longbottoms were quite publicly good friends of the Potters, and the ministry had wasted no time in making that connection. Alice was finding quotes in the Prophet that she'd supposedly said about Lily and their school days which weren't true at all (even if they were nothing but glowing reviews). Maybe she and Frank could leave now that they've made an appearance, and Alice headed toward the buffet table; it was her first guest as to where to find her husband.
She was staring quite hard at the blown up poster of the Potters from their wedding day. The walls were adorned with pictures of James, Lily, and Harry, along with other pictures of the men and women who have given their lives for the war effort. Alice wasn't sure whether this was something she was touched or disgusted by. She loved seeing the smiling faces of her friends and the others---some were co-workers, people she'd had lunch in the ministry cafeteria with, but...the Ministry hadn't done much outside of the auror squad to stop the war, and it was really some freak accident by Harry Potter that had ended it...so to see how the wizarding community was so undoubtedly behind their ministry and the the minister right now was a bit disturbing...
Alice let out a breath and looked for her husband. It had taken much effort to get Frank out here (that part, she did remember quite clearly), and she did understand his sentiments. Not showing up, however, would create even more stress. The Longbottoms were quite publicly good friends of the Potters, and the ministry had wasted no time in making that connection. Alice was finding quotes in the Prophet that she'd supposedly said about Lily and their school days which weren't true at all (even if they were nothing but glowing reviews). Maybe she and Frank could leave now that they've made an appearance, and Alice headed toward the buffet table; it was her first guest as to where to find her husband.
24 October 1981 @ 09:52 pm
WHO: SEBASTIAN AND MACKENZIE
WHAT: HE FOUND HER. FINALLY.
WHERE: FREAKING RUSSIA
WHEN: UHM.
( If they weren’t star-crossed lovers before, this moment set it in stone. )
WHAT: HE FOUND HER. FINALLY.
WHERE: FREAKING RUSSIA
WHEN: UHM.
( If they weren’t star-crossed lovers before, this moment set it in stone. )
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! )
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! )
14 July 1981 @ 07:47 pm
Who: Mackenzie Goldstein & Caradoc Dearborn
When: now
Where: her house!
( He didn't respond to her, holding back his question as to why Goldstein would join the Order in the first place if they were trying to lay low. )
When: now
Where: her house!
( He didn't respond to her, holding back his question as to why Goldstein would join the Order in the first place if they were trying to lay low. )
08 July 1981 @ 10:15 pm
WHO: Sebastian and Mackenzie Goldstein, with a surprise appearance!
WHAT: Sebastian desperately wants this new guest to stay at their house
WHERE: Goldstein Castle
WHEN: NOW!
( He had a guy, who was supposed to be dead, standing in his living room. )
WHAT: Sebastian desperately wants this new guest to stay at their house
WHERE: Goldstein Castle
WHEN: NOW!
( He had a guy, who was supposed to be dead, standing in his living room. )
30 December 1980 @ 12:18 pm
Corner/Englewood Wedding! For New Year's Eve!
Getting married was absolutely terrifying. No matter how smoothly Gabriel proceeded through the planning, the discussions, and the actual event, he was holding back getting sick the second he could catch a moment to himself. He knew he didn't love Rachel yet, which might be the reason why he was finding himself so nervous as they sat at the head table of their reception, but he did honestly---he did honestly believe that he could fall in love with this woman. She was fiery with a mind of her own, and though some people might be irritated by it, Gabriel actually appreciated the way she took control of things. He had always been a bit of a follower, and it was easy to agree with Rachel because her reasoning simply made sense.
The reception did look fantastic. Gabriel couldn't believe it was all put together within two short months, but then again he was learning that Rachel was a woman who set her goals and refused to leave them unfinished. Maybe he should look at that as a good thing; surely someone who did not want to get married would not have put so much effort into the ceremony? Or she simply wanted to throw the most beautiful wedding of them all, simply because she could. He didn't know, and didn't mind not finding out as long as they remained content with each other.
He did find her very interesting, however, and that was the first thing a Ravenclaw looked for in a spouse. Maybe all of his concerns were for naught, and it was simply wedding day jitters. His parents had been arranged in a similar manner, and they were still quite happily married (and sometimes nauseatingly sweet about it, too). Gabriel turned and smiled at Rachel, pushing his chair out and offering his hand, "Would you like to dance?"
A chorus of glasses clinging supported Gabriel, and he flushed slightly at all the attention that was on them, once again.
ooc: guest list! We did our best, but if we missed someone let us know!
The reception did look fantastic. Gabriel couldn't believe it was all put together within two short months, but then again he was learning that Rachel was a woman who set her goals and refused to leave them unfinished. Maybe he should look at that as a good thing; surely someone who did not want to get married would not have put so much effort into the ceremony? Or she simply wanted to throw the most beautiful wedding of them all, simply because she could. He didn't know, and didn't mind not finding out as long as they remained content with each other.
He did find her very interesting, however, and that was the first thing a Ravenclaw looked for in a spouse. Maybe all of his concerns were for naught, and it was simply wedding day jitters. His parents had been arranged in a similar manner, and they were still quite happily married (and sometimes nauseatingly sweet about it, too). Gabriel turned and smiled at Rachel, pushing his chair out and offering his hand, "Would you like to dance?"
A chorus of glasses clinging supported Gabriel, and he flushed slightly at all the attention that was on them, once again.
ooc: guest list! We did our best, but if we missed someone let us know!
14 December 1980 @ 05:09 pm
WHO: Mackenzie and Sebastian Goldstein
WHAT: Reacting to the news and divulging some secrets
WHERE: Goldstein Castle
WHEN: Later in the day
( They thought I would be someone who could help end this war...how could I say no? )
WHAT: Reacting to the news and divulging some secrets
WHERE: Goldstein Castle
WHEN: Later in the day
( They thought I would be someone who could help end this war...how could I say no? )
16 November 1980 @ 12:06 am
What was happening here, exactly? Mackenzie nervously brushed her hair down, letting her hands comb through it as she sought to ease herself. One minute, she was flipping through her journal while waiting for Anthony to wake up from his nap, and then next! The next Evan openly admits to wanting to talk to her about something that seemed legitimately important. Important as in Caradoc Dearborn, the proclaimed traitor important. And being nostalgic. Evan Roiser. The man who prides himself in now showing any emotion whatsoever. Especially when it came to their departed year-mate, and society for that matter.
Blinking quickly, Mackenzie pushed all depressive thoughts out of her head to calm herself. What Evan was so moved about could not be good, most definitely. And to add onto that, Sebastian would be so furious if he came home to see Evan in the house, let alone discussing anything outside of the weather. But--- this seemed to be important. Very important. If there was something maybe she could help with...
But that kind of thought was what got her in trouble last time, was it not? Mackenzie had promised to herself that she would stop with everything concerning her school friends, but, this seemed different. It didn't occur to her how much she was actually risking by talking to Evan; of course keeping her marriage from becoming frail again was of the highest importance, yet at the same time, this was Evan. She would not turn him away even if she tried.
Mackenzie just prayed Sebastian would come home after Evan left. Or that her talent for distraction him would be enough to give Evan time to leave without any notice.
Oh Merlin, that sounded horrible.
Rushing to the door at the sound of a knock, Mackenzie didn't wait a second before opening it. At the sight of Evan, her heart dropped. He looked right-out awful.
Blinking quickly, Mackenzie pushed all depressive thoughts out of her head to calm herself. What Evan was so moved about could not be good, most definitely. And to add onto that, Sebastian would be so furious if he came home to see Evan in the house, let alone discussing anything outside of the weather. But--- this seemed to be important. Very important. If there was something maybe she could help with...
But that kind of thought was what got her in trouble last time, was it not? Mackenzie had promised to herself that she would stop with everything concerning her school friends, but, this seemed different. It didn't occur to her how much she was actually risking by talking to Evan; of course keeping her marriage from becoming frail again was of the highest importance, yet at the same time, this was Evan. She would not turn him away even if she tried.
Mackenzie just prayed Sebastian would come home after Evan left. Or that her talent for distraction him would be enough to give Evan time to leave without any notice.
Oh Merlin, that sounded horrible.
Rushing to the door at the sound of a knock, Mackenzie didn't wait a second before opening it. At the sight of Evan, her heart dropped. He looked right-out awful.
12 September 1980 @ 01:45 pm
Delivered to Mackenzie
03 September 1980 @ 02:09 am
Who: Sebastian and Mackenzie Goldstein
What: They're like fuck it I can't live without you HOLD ME
Where: St. Mungo's!
When: Today :[ Angst filled day
( He wasn't sure how he could be so right but feel so bloody wrong )
What: They're like fuck it I can't live without you HOLD ME
Where: St. Mungo's!
When: Today :[ Angst filled day
( He wasn't sure how he could be so right but feel so bloody wrong )