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.
 
 
08 October 1983 @ 12:23 am
 
WHO: Therese Bonaccord, Ralph Frobisher, and an unexpected guest
WHAT: Working overtime does not pay off
WHEN: Today after work!
WHERE: Her office!

She shut her eyes tightly and let out an involuntary shout of fear as Remy Valois kicked over a chair, cursing and swearing in French as he stormily paced the length of her office )
 
 
26 December 1982 @ 12:22 pm
 
WHO: Ralph and Miranda Frobisher!!
WHAT: Christmas Miracles!!
WHEN: Some time before Christmas!!!! Christmas Eve?!
WHERE: Their flat!!!!!

This is--- amazing! Fantastic! I'm so--- really?! Miranda! )
 
 
02 September 1982 @ 12:09 am
 
Who: Miralph!
What: dropping the fake kids off and talking about real ones!
Where: King's Cross
When: TODAYY/this morning
Progress: Continuing in comments!

We're going to have kids someday, right? )
 
 
03 February 1982 @ 11:58 pm
Wedding Guests!  
Miranda couldn't believe it. She'd been married to Ralph since November, but it felt---surreal now that they'd actually had a wedding in front of their family and friends, it felt like a dream, and the past few months were all part of the vivid, vivid swirls of thoughts that were zooming around in her head. They were married, again, but it felt like the first time all over again. Miranda wished she could have a wedding every week, if it was going to feel this damn good.

She could barely keep herself off of Ralph. Her sneaky, wonderful husband had surprised the life out of her when she began to walk down the aisle and spotted his bright red hair. Miranda had begged and whined for Ralph to dye his hair back to its natural state from the dark, nearly black color he'd kept it during his time in hiding, so---she'd burst into tears at the sight of him, but in a large part it was at the sight of his hair.

Things were finally like they should be. There was no war, there were no death eaters trying to kill them, and she and Ralph could start their lives as husband and wife without being quiet about their court room nuptials; they could really start a life now.

Miranda resisted running her hands through Ralph's hair as they shared yet another dance. She knew that she'd have to let his mum and the rest of his family take a turn, but she was the bride. She could hog her husband all she wanted. Miranda smiled sweetly up at Ralph, completely dazzled by the day.
 
 
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.
 
 
01 November 1981 @ 10:20 pm
RALPH - Last Night!  
"I NEED MY PINK SHIRT!"

Miranda shrieked to Greta, or to no one! She didn't know! Was Greta even in the flat? Had her friend's mind gone as completely blank as Miranda's had when the owl carrying the most amazing issue of the Daily Prophet ever burst through their kitchen window at nearly midnight? She couldn't think! Well---she could, but the only things running through her mind were the fact that You-Know-Who was gone and that Ralph wanted to marry her.

Again! He wanted to marry her! For real this time, she knew it was different, she knew that it was because their lives were finally going to be disruption free, death eater free and they were going to be able to get married and buy a house and make lots of babies and---

Knocking! Loud---loud knocking! But she had to look nice for when he put the ring she'd returned back onto her hand. Miranda combed her brush through her hair one last time before shooting out of the bathroom and to the front door of the flat. She'd been so cautious about opening doors without checking these past few months but nothing could ruin this night. Miranda flung the door open and there was Ralph, and she let out a shriek of joy as she threw herself at the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with.
 
 
13 September 1981 @ 01:11 am
PATRONUS TO ORDER  
PATRONUS )

[ooc] I think about four people probably went on this mission? So three others could have gone :]
 
 
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! )
 
 
29 July 1981 @ 01:08 am
 
Who: Miranda Dodderidge & Ralph Frobisher
What: I can't even.... tell you
When: After the demonstration!
Where: Miranda & Greta's apartment

If he couldn’t promise he could last with her now, through this, he couldn’t promise her for better or for worse, for the rest of their lives )
 
 
01 July 1981 @ 01:50 pm
Open  
It was a beautiful funeral, as funerals go.

Miranda puffed her cheeks, hunched forward with her hands clasped between her knees. She felt like a child, stuck at an adult party and forced to sit on the couch in silence until it was time to go. There were things she could be doing, that she was supposed to be doing, but Miranda couldn't get herself up off the couch. How were people able to stand around and talk, and eat, and---some were even laughing. They had just buried their friends, their family, and now, apparently, it was time to eat off of trays and share stories and start talking about this funky smell that was coming from---

She let out a long breath and slumped back into the couch, putting a hand to her forehead to try and numb the headache she'd had for the past two days. For the past few months she'd had this constant throbbing in her skull and it didn't look like it was going away any time soon. Miranda stretched out her legs, knowing that she would have to stay at this gathering of funeral attendees until the last of the guests left. She was like family to Madam Rosemerta, she had to stay.

The sarcastic thought made Miranda's chest hitch and her hand slipped to cover her eyes to hopefully stop herself from crying again.
 
 
30 June 1981 @ 08:24 am
 
WHO: Miranda Dodderidge and Ralph Frobisher
WHAT: She has some news about their future, and it gets interrupted
WHERE: Ralph's dorm
WHEN: Last night

Her best friend! Edgar! The Bones family! They were being--- )
 
 
14 June 1981 @ 07:48 am
Order of the Phoenix  
It was best to take matters into his own hands. The Order of the Phoenix had been infiltrated, and to calm the nerves of its members, Albus was going to meet with each one to manage a questioning of sorts. Auror Longbottom had used the word 'interrogation' but until he could find answers, Albus was going to believe in the group he had put together. While he wasn't naive, he did know how easily people could be corrupted, he had faith in the members of the Order, knowing that they had all always shown great strength when it came to making choices between right and wrong.

He sent out a patronus to one member at a time, not wanting to create a crowd in the house for that would only cause to build more tension. Dumbledore knew that the war did not seem to be turning in their favor, but while he was a man who loved to find answers, he always had a faith that would allow him to do so. He sat in the kitchen area, going over some final reports that his professors had finished while he waited for the next Order member to arrive.

The tentative footsteps approached the table and Dumbledore kept his head bowed for a moment before lifting his gaze up to meet the next Order member.

"Have a seat. Would you like a lemon drop?" He pushed the candy dish across the table.

OOC )
 
 
18 April 1981 @ 03:19 pm
walden!  
Ralph's logical side had shut off and closed down for nearing two weeks now. And, within that time, he had been thinking about... well, a lot of things. Ninety percent of them had been centered around Miranda in one way or another, while the rest of the time had been devoted to thinking how he could make Walden MacNair pay for what he did. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), it was obvious that he would never be a conniving kind of person able to plot in that kind of way. So, it only left Ralph with two options: just let it go and unchecked like he always had, or actually react to what happened.

Very quickly, deciding to finally react was the only way he could deal with what happened. It was stupid and reckless, no doubt an act he would regret later in life but --- this attack on Miranda could not be ignored. Ralph couldn't let it go like he usually would, because this wasn't a usual attack like so many before had been. Walden so obviously wanted to attract his attention, so, fine here he was.

It hadn't taken long for him to figure out where MacNair lived, and Ralph traveled there with surprising speed and calmness. He hadn't told Miranda where he was going when he had left, and honestly, he had no intention of ever telling her if he could. Clutching his wand tightly under his coat, Ralph's other hand reached up to bang loudly on the front door.
 
 
10 April 1981 @ 10:18 pm
EMERGENCY LATE NIGHT PATRONUS  
It is never my intention to startle you all, but I have come under the impression that recent events are just the beginning of attacks on the children of our members.

If you feel that your houses are not warded up to your standards you and your family are more than welcome to reside at headquarters until the wards are fixed.