21 June 1985 @ 03:40 pm
Guests of the PENNIFOLDS!  
She could honestly say that she had not been happier in her life. Today, it marked the official beginning to the rest of her days, and Graciela Pennifold was grateful for all that God had brought her. Edward was a literal dream come true, Zacharias was growing into such a smart, charismatic young man, and her friends and family loved their little family enough to venture out to her homeland of Portugal to celebrate their wedding.

Their wedding! It had been a long time coming, but they were here, she and Edward were now husband and wife. The Pennifolds! She would never get tired of it, never. As she fluttered happily between the tables of guests and managing to not trip on the skirt of her dress, Graciela's smile could not falter. Switching from English, to Portuguese, to even a little Spanish, Graciela's mind was a whirl of joy and excitement. There was dancing, twirling, laughing, and kisses on top of kisses.

Graciela had never been happier.

After a particularly big twirl out of her brother's arms, Graciela's trajectory sent her straight to Edward. Her husband. She laughed in excitement at the sight of him and of course greeted him with a kiss, which was accompanied by hoots and hollers and clinking champagne glasses.

"Casamento fica bem em você," she murmured, having been lost in her native tongue. She hung her arms lazily over his shoulders and Graciela scrunched her nose, "Marriage looks very good on you, meu amor.


ooc; tentative guest list!
 
 
15 June 1985 @ 11:57 am
Geoffrey!  
Her hair was in a tight braid, she had on sunglasses that could work as mirrors with the way they reflected everything, and on top of her head was a low-brimmed hat.

Maggie did not want to be caught seen having this conversation with her brother. They had been in correspondence through owls and journal entries, but meetings like this had been few and far between. Geoff was basically a leper in the quidditch world, and while Maggie knew about the trouble he'd gotten himself into, it would be hard to explain to the league, the players she considered family, her own family...Merlin, her parents were out of their minds with worry, with disappointment, it---it wasn't a good place to be in.

But Geoffrey was her brother and he'd helped her out in more ways than she could remember. Maggie was sure she would be dead if it wasn't for his quick thinking and vase smashing on Braith Selwyn's head. She owed him, so she would meet up for him at the dank Hog's Head pub, even if she was deep in disguise.

"You couldn't have found a cleaner establishment?" Maggie said lowly as she wiped down the seat of her stool before sitting upon it. She frowned at Geoffrey, who looked worse for wear. Her expression softened. "How are you?"
 
 
24 April 1985 @ 11:49 pm
SNITCH! PARTY IN THE PARK! OPEN TO ALL  


She wouldn't say she flounced down the steps of the stage, but...well, okay, flouncing was a good word for it. Mattie skipped the last two steps and landed easily on the grass, feeling as if she couldn't stop moving because then the amazing feeling coursing through her would disappear and she'd never feel it again and it was just too exciting and good and awesome and she was here!

Nicola was here! In the crowd that was watching Mattie and her band perform. Her sister had come! Mattie nearly lost her place in the song when she'd spotted Nicola, but thankfully she was able to cover her slight slip up and finished the set. Food was now coming out so they'd taken an intermission and Mattie---Mattie wanted to go find her sister, she did, she wanted to go and hug her and nearly pass out from her exhilaration, but spotting Nicola from afar was a lot different than actually speaking to her and---what if she was only here because of her quidditch playing boyfriend? The one who wasn't playing anymore?

That didn't make much sense. Regardless, her sister was here, she'd seen her perform, and Mattie couldn't be any happier.

"Oomph--MAX!" Mattie let out in one big gulp of air. She had been too busy watching Nicola's head bob in and out of sight on the other side of the gathering (which was so fun and festive and just--springy) that she had not noticed her feet had kept moving and straight into Max Fancourt. Her heels sunk into the ground, still damp from the rain from the night before, and Mattie tugged her foot out. She fanned herself, feeling hot for a million reasons. "Hi, hi!"
 
 
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!
 
 
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.
 
 
14 October 1984 @ 10:33 am
Adrian!  
Maggie had no idea what time it was, just that the sky held the strange coloring that made it hard to tell if it was more morning or night. The balcony that lead out from their bedroom was one secluded by the trees in their backyard and the wards kept any high-climbing photographers out of the branches.

She had known about Geoff's gambling problem. She had known for a long time. And she had helped him in the past, but---the guilt of her decision to not just pay off his debtors, that...she had tried to get in contact with him before this all blew up in his face, she had---if she and Adrian had given them the money, maybe it would've been solved...or maybe they would've kept getting their doors pounded, maybe Geoff would've just kept getting further and further in trouble.

It didn't matter now. Maggie angrily brushed some tears away and she dug herself deeper into her chair. The quilt she'd dragged out onto the balcony was not keeping her warm, but she pulled it over her head, feeling embarrassed because she was crying. It all seemed so ridiculous.
 
 
25 May 1984 @ 07:58 pm
Hogsmeade Quidditch Weekend! Open to All!  
Charlie was literally bouncing around like a school kid. How was he so keen on the ways of excited, shriek-filled Hogwarts students? Why, he was surrounded by a gaggle of them! Bouncing, the lot of them, and all donned in red and gold! It was a beautiful sight, really, and it made the slightly overcast day seem bright and sunny and warm. He wanted to hug each and every one of those kids, so he did and it was a good feeling to be recognized as some 'Gryffindor Hero!' A Gryffindor Hero! Legend, some were saying. Some teeny, tiny voice in the back of Charlie's head knew that legend, even hero was pushing it a bit far, but he would happily accept the compliments because they made him feel damn special.

He hadn't been much of a standout in school, popular enough not to lurk around the corridors without anyone noticing you were there, but he was no quidditch captain or head boy. He was just Charlie, and even if his quidditch fame and popularity had skyrocketed these past few years, he was still very much in awe of the fact that people could be impressed by him.

"All right, all right!" he laughed, prying off the clamped fingers of a young third year girl's off his arm. "I'll be back, I promise!"

There was a chorus of moans, but soon the group had spotted yet another player to lay their tremendous excitement and focus on, and Charlie was free. He bounded down the pavement, Gryffindor scarf proudly flapping in the wind behind him, and dropped down onto a wooden bench beside his very Hufflepuff-y girlfriend.

"The kids," he said, waving his hand out toward the crowd before dropping it down onto the back of the bench behind Penelope, "They dig me."
 
 
 
24 November 1983 @ 04:37 pm
sent in a secure post  
to family, friends, and colleagues )
 
 
06 September 1983 @ 03:47 pm
Axe's Anniversary of Birth!!!!  
Charlie was pretty sure he'd missed out on a wonderful career as a party planner. As he stared out at the dance floor, which he stood over on a platform where the DJ was spinning a mix of wizard and muggle music (even with some popular French songs that were actually pretty catchy if Charlie said so himself). He wasn't surprised at how many people showed up, but it still nearly startling to see how bloody happy everyone was to be there! Sure, some looked ridiculous with the fake mustaches that were passed out (not required, obviously), but a lot had actually grown out their beards and it was----cool, they tried, they wanted to be there and they wanted to have a good time. Charlie wanted to have a good time.

The Kestrels were not top of the pack, and while he believed in his team completely, the stress of the numbers had been getting to them. A night like this was necessary, and maybe it could rejuvenate the team that had lost some valuable members this season and had done a bit of shifting around. They were still trying to get themselves into place, and it needed to happen faster than it was.

Plus, Axe had been pissy all week that no one had acknowledged the anniversary of his birth.

Charlie grabbed the mic from the DJ and grinned, enjoying colorful scene laid out in front of him. funkybuddha club had been a perfect choice for the night, "Don't everyone tire themselves out! There's still a lot more festivites to look forward to!"

enter funkybuddha club )
 
 
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 March 1983 @ 07:28 pm
Adrian!  
While going to Portugal for the offseason had gotten rid of the problem of the media being around every corner, it had not done much for herself and Adrian's own senses. Maggie was still unsure of where they stood with each other, and it was obvious that Adrian was even worse off, especially with his mother within flooing distance. Since the wedding, she had been refusing to push him, giving him a chance to figure out what he wanted, what he wanted from them, and even with this new baby Maggie hadn't pressured him. Adrian knew that she was a woman who could take care of herself, he had to know that she would accept not being together, but yet he had still invited her to Portugal, they were still in their own way making an effort.

She'd decided, though, that she wasn't going to sit back and 'see what happens,' any longer. Maggie knew she wasn't going to give Adrian an ultimatum of any kind, she didn't need a timeline, she just wanted...she wanted to not be worried about her feelings for him. She wanted to be secure in how she felt.

She also wanted to have sex, and all of these confusing thoughts were inhibiting her greatly. Her son was also causing a bit of a problem with that, as Josef had become obsessed with the beach and dragged Adrian out to the sand the moment he woke. Maggie'd had enough sun for the day and had retired early to the bedroom, and was currently sitting on the bed, still in her dry bathing suit and cover up, drawing in her planner. Her pictures had become letters and the letters became words and names, and soon she had hers and Adrian's and Josef's covering the page.

Maybe some girl names she found pretty too. The door opened but she didn't look up at first, concentrating on perfecting her cursive M's, "He must have passed out if you're back so soon."
 
 
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
 
 
13 February 1983 @ 12:24 am
 
WHO: Maggie Brand & Adrian Mattias
WHAT: MEETINGS AND SUCH
WHERE: TUTSHILL STADIUM!
WHEN: During their match! Time out!

Adrian decided that whatever ramifications, unintentionally good or bad, he would deal with it because it was worth what was happening right now. )
 
 
21 January 1983 @ 04:49 pm
 
WHO: Maggie Brand and Adrian Mattias
WHAT: Confrontations?!
WHERE: Caerphilly Pitch!
WHEN: Before the game today!

Maggie nearly gasped at her own words; had she just placed her own nails into the coffin of their relationship?  )