13 April 1985 @ 04:42 pm
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Holding onto the strap of her bag, Therese examined the entrance to the alley that led to Knockturn Alley. Her toe dug into the ground as her leg rocked back and forth, taking her next steps into consideration. There was never a good tale to tell when you entered Knockturn Alley, but it was really her only option. She liked to consider herself a woman who could take on her own adventures, but there was always a strange, nearly howling breeze that came out of Knockturn.

Her shampoo was not that important, was it?

It sounded silly even thinking it! But! Matilda Rowle had always provided her with a special brand that was widely regarded amongst the veela population, something Therese had believed would cause her hair to fall out the moment the concoction touched her scalp. Therese had very little veela blood, but her mother had always commented that her hair was a gift from her ancestors. Right. In any case, the shampoo (and conditioner!) had been something she'd sworn by since leaving Hogwarts, and--she felt a twisting guilt to use something other than the brand that Matilda had found her for.

Merlin, this was a stupid argument she was having with only herself. She was a grown woman, a former Slytherin! There was nothing to be nervous about. Therese straightened her shoulders and took the first few steps into Knockturn. She lifted her chin; she'd be in and out, that was all. People came in and out of here all the time.

This little errand would go perfectly fine.
 
 
29 March 1985 @ 10:09 pm
Cameron?!  
It had taken a few weeks, but she had finally found the perfect place to write. Her office was where work happened, not creativity, her flat had not been a place she wanted to be in quite some time, so it had taken her a bit to find a place where she didn’t feel overwhelmed by her surroundings. The public Atrium of the Ministry had it’s hustle and bustle with the fire places and ever moving flow of ministry workers, but tucked away in nooks of the grand entrance way were tables where people met for lunch, tea, coffee, and to rant about the supervisor that they wanted to splinch on their next work endeavor.

Therese had a particular table that had been good to her muse. She still was working out the…kinks to her story, but since Remy had told his side of the story without her permission in his , it felt good to hers out. Not that---she wasn’t particularly sure where it was going, which was why her outlining process was taking this long and---

She paused, a frown crossing her face. There was someone at her table. Someone was hindering on her creative outlet. Therese contemplated turning around and finding another table, but she knew she would spend the whole time boring holes into the back of this man’s head and hoping some wordless magic melted him on the spot. She shifted her bag on her shoulder and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She could get this table back.

“Excusez-moi, monsieur,” she said, dropping into the seat across from him. He seemed lost in his documents. “Excusez---”
 
 
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.
 
 
25 November 1984 @ 11:50 pm
Open to Quidditch Guests!  
She was a champion.

Holly wouldn't (and couldn't, since she was sure it was well-documented) deny that she had cried. Quidditch had been her life for so long, and to have this stretch of a career without a league cup to call her own, it was hard to deal with. Seasons were long and ehxausting, they took away all your time and energy, and to not win the cup meant that you'd just wasted the year. Sure, there were the fans, there was making personal records, and even the international circuit was fun, but Holly had needed this win so badly that she still got shivers when she thought about it. She'd done it, and she'd been the best.

She sighed, taking in the surroundings. Appleby Park had been transformed into a wonderful setting for the event, the spells on the stadium keeping the guests warm and the night sky bright above them. The league cup sat on its platform in the middle of the dance floor, looking like a glorious holy grail that she'd finally wrapped her hands around. Her husband was here somewhere, but she was lost in the sea of people. Teammates, competitors, agents, and the media, it was simply a night for the game she loved, and Holly couldn't remember a moment when she'd been happier with everything in her life.

As she made her way to the bar, she spotted one of her aforementioned teammates standing off and away from the rest of the guests. Holly, not one to ignore a teammate as she'd taken on the role this past season as, well, a mother-hen (but don't tell Theo), she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of her head.

"You're missing all the fun," she said, taking their elbow. When Holly finally got a good look at their face, she frowned, "What's wrong? It looks like you've seen a ghost."
 
 
23 September 1984 @ 07:30 pm
Posted for this Friday!  


It had been a long, long year for St. Mungo's.

Mark stood with a long flute of champagne in one hand, taking slow, deep breaths. The rearing of the ugly virus' head had given the year a bad, bad start, but here they were. Lives had been lost, but so many had been saved. Mark felt bittersweet about celebrating the year, but he knew events like this needed to be held to keep the hospital running. The donations were used to buy new supplies, potion remedies, and to provide for better training for their healers. Everything was being spun into a positive manner, Mark just wished that it didn't have to be such a lavish event to do so.

"Do you think it's too much?" he said to his wife, looking down at Hannah with a worried smirk. If anything, the night provided a reason for his wife to doll herself and look even more fantastic than she normally did. They deserved a night out, especially now that their trio of children was complete.
 
 
15 September 1984 @ 12:53 am
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As a fresh September breeze blew her hair into her face, Therese contemplated never leaving the island of Manhattan. The bustling city was a beautiful and intoxicating change of environment, providing her with a sense of excitement and vigor that she'd been so lost without this past year. Therese knew, somewhere past the elation she felt, that simply being away from her home and all the problems she had there could be giving her this jubilant feeling, but she liked to say that the cities of Paris and New York City were source of her happiness. Her time with her family in France had helped ease her stress-filled mind, and now the constant movement of New York kept her wanting to do everything and anything.

She had been given the portkey passes by an up and coming fashion designer she'd met in Paris. Therese would not lie, she had allowed him to sweet talk her, batting her eyes as he went on and on about how she should be his muse. It was thrilling to hear even if she knew that his intentions were not that holy; hers weren't either, and she had not met up with the man after landing in New York.

The fashion, the buildings, the people were worth the bit of trickery. Therese found herself on a bench in Central Park simply watching the muggles and wizards go by, intermingling without question. The muggles did not bat an eye at the strange fashions because they too were going through some strange trends. Therese had always enjoyed watching people, ideas swirling through her head about what their story could be. It soothed her, and she pulled her cloak a little tighter to keep her warm while she enjoyed the day.
 
 
27 July 1984 @ 01:41 am
 
WHO: Louis & Therese my favorite little frenchies
WHAT: Sibling bonding?
WHERE: Louis & Adian's magnificent rooftop garden
WHEN: Saturday morning!

You would get pummeled by his teammates )
 
 
26 July 1984 @ 09:33 pm
 
Who: Therese Bonaccord & Michal Conway Lynch
What: BLARG
Where: HIS HOUSE
When: TONIGHT
Status: FINISHING IN COMMENTS!!

This was probably the worst idea she’d ever had. )
 
 
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."
 
 
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
 
 
25 April 1984 @ 09:21 pm
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She apologized profusely, using frantic hand gestures as she backed away from the head healer’s office. Therese smiled tightly, watching the door slam shut before she turned on a heel and hurried away.

Je suis si bête!” she scolded herself quietly. How could she have mixed up the appointment days? How embarrassing! And to have interrupted what had apparently been an important meeting of her boss and his boss! Therese shook her head and attempted to hold herself together as her face grew redder and hotter as she exited the office building. Her mind whirled with dates and times and they cluttered and flustered her thoughts even more. If this appointment was supposed to be for tomorrow, then the appointments she had for tomorrow had to be moved and that would ruin the rest of the week for her!

She needed to fix this now. Moving quickly, Therese attempted to pull her journal out of her purse to send a quick message to Ralph. He would have to start contacting people immediately if she wanted to keep her patients happy. Though, having the person you trusted with your inner most secrets and trepidations cancel on you because they messed up their calendar was not the best way to build a relationship.

Therese’s eyes lifted a moment too late and before she had a chance to react she crashed straight into a poorly placed lamp post. Her parchment, journal, and everything in her bag went flying about the pavement, scattering and going completely and totally out of order. She couldn’t even be bothered to rub the most definitely red spot on her forehead as her face contorted to hold back her tears at the sight of the mess, her mess.

Sacrebleu,” she muttered, covering her eyes with her hands in a futile attempt to calm her nerves.
 
 
12 March 1984 @ 11:46 pm
 
Who! Seth and Therese
Where! Seth's House
What! They Chat
When! Today?


Well, he does a fair amount of things I don’t appreciate, so I’m sure it will even out in the end. )
 
 
17 February 1984 @ 11:43 pm
 
WHO: Therese Bonaccord and Matilda Mulciber aka Cristina fun times
WHAT: Matilda's been admitted with the feeeevver
WHERE: St. Mungo's
WHEN: Today?

I thought I was wretched? )
 
 
12 February 1984 @ 12:11 am
 
WHO: Therese Bonaccord and her magically appearing brother, Louis.
WHAT: St. Mungo's is filled with surprises
WHERE: ST. MUNGO'S
WHEN: Sometime today!

I cannot visit my sister without being interrogated? )