26 June 1985 @ 01:03 am
 
Who: Cameron and a new friend
What: Random chats
When: Wee hours of the morning
Where: At a muggle dinner

I’m already expecting a big tip, even if that’s not the case )
 
 
02 June 1985 @ 01:00 am
 
WHO: Max Fancourt and Mattie Scarpin
WHAT: They had dinner and he wore a bowtie! Cuties
WHERE: Mattie's doorstep
WHEN: TONIGHT

I *think* that’s what the young folk call them these days… )
 
 
13 May 1985 @ 11:38 pm
Owl to Max Fancourt  
Hello! How are you? How are the winged horses?

I was strolling through London while I was late to work--wasted time before going to work and I saw this new restaurant that was giving me really good vibes

VIBES?--- Would you like to try it out with me? Perhaps Friday--- night?


- Mattie
 
 
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!"
 
 
18 February 1985 @ 09:05 pm
Mattie!  
Flynn was sure the day was never going to end. It didn’t help that he kept checking the clock to make sure it was still working, though usually he was able to banter with the customers when they came in to make a purchase – his knowledge of music had grown significantly after spending so much time around the Dorny’s. One of them was usually singing along with whatever song was playing in the background, and they were usually very theatric about it. It was like working with performers who didn’t actually sing or play instruments, but he found them more entertaining if he had to be honest. They let him do pretty much whatever he wanted when he was at the store, so long as he also did his job of course.

Today, he had done everything he needed to do before his shift had started: he reorganized all the albums since the afternoon crowd had shifted a lot of them around, he restocked the receipt paper, swept a bit, and as he had promised, moved a few copies of Mattie Scarpin’s record to the front of the store so they were more prominently displayed. He was glad to see a few copies had sold since his shift had started, though if he had to be honest he was kind of glad the store was pretty quiet since it gave him time to finish some sketches he had been working on. He was just starting on the shading of Wolverine when he heard the bell of the door jingle, signaling a new customer had walked in.

His eyes lifted from the paper, the beginning sequence of ‘California Dreaming’ playing in the background as he looked over to acknowledge the woman who had just entered. He gave her a few seconds to look around before placed his pencil down and approached, keeping his distance since some people thought it was more bothersome than helpful whenever he offered assistance.

“Need help with anything?” He asked with a slight lift of his brows, showing she had his attention if she needed or wanted it. There was something awfully familiar about her, though he couldn’t place his finger on where he had seen her before… She was beautiful though, and he hoped she didn’t just brush him off and send him back to watching the clock and shading. He only had another half an hour or so until his shift ended and the store would close, but minutes were starting to feel like hours because of how dead it was.


Artwork credited to timmayer
 
 
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.