phoebe ❀ (feebees) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-10-29 13:41:00

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aberforth dumbledore, agatha timms-catchlove, alice longbottom, bess fawcett, caradoc dearborn, chandler midgen, derek dobbs, frank longbottom, gabriel corner, glenda prewett, greta catchlove, group, james potter, john mulciber, kobe ackerly, lily potter, lucille lovegood, lydia proudfoot, mark timms, matilda mulciber, octavia lestrange, phoebe smethwyck, prisca loftus, psyke bardera, rabastan lestrange, rachel corner, roderick dearborn, thorfinn rowle, tristan bardera, wendy midgen, xenophilius lovegood

The Halloween Ball! --Posted for Friday!
In all of her years at Hogwarts, in all of her years being a prefect and working on a team full of the best students in Hogwarts, Phoebe Smethwyck had never been as impressed as she was right now as she stared around the Great Hall. Illuminated with candles in all shapes and sizes (and colors, a nifty charm a sixth year had found), the tables surrounding the dance floor were decorated with pumpkins, spiderwebs, and fall leaves, creating a spooky, yet beautiful design. The Ghosts of Hogwarts had volunteered to mingle more than usual (she thanked Nearly Headless Nick profusely, and promised to hold him a belated Death-Day party), captivating the guests with stories---how much truth they held, she couldn't be sure, but they were interesting nonetheless.

The band was a new kind of wizard rock, a bit more political than the Hobgoblins, W.O.A.R. There had been a lot of discussion at the prefect meetings about whether or not they should try and book them, but at the end of the day the naysayers (read: the Slytherins) were outvoted, and the band with the hit song "Do You Believe in M.A.G.I.C" was creating an incredible atmosphere.

So---people looked happy. They were laughing, smiling, and just---happy. Not something Phoebe felt like the wizarding world had been in a long time, and she was glad to be a big part of it.

Now, if only she could find a reason to be happy, herself.

ooc: No wands! Just your ID is needed. Everyone is welcome!

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docstheword
2008-10-30 05:12 am UTC (link)

Year after year, Caradoc still found himself having to get dressed up for halloween in either a mask, or some over-the-top, already-enforced costume code. And, really, it had looked good for him for a few weeks; Emmeline had said she didn't want to go to the ball, mentioning something about pumpkins, cats and handing out candy with Anneliese. So he had been off the hook-- until the Pregnant Number One insisted he bring her to the Hogwarts ball. So... here he was. It wasn't like he could say no to her, not that Caradoc minded going with her-- strangely.

And actually, it wasn't that bad. Matilda had always proved to be a nice entertainment (the good mood especially helped further), and it was interesting to see all the people he hadn't bothered to see in the past few years.

"Here is your non-alcoholic drink for you..." he eased, placing the drink in front of her as he sat down. "And the nicely alcoholic drink for me," Caradoc finished, smiling a wide grin as he turned to face her. "So what do you---" he started, and then stopped abruptly. His smile grew wider. "Don't tell me you're getting choked up over something like this."

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matildas
2008-10-30 06:03 am UTC (link)

"Oh, stop!" she chided, rolling her eyes up so that no tears fell. Remember. Your. Makeup. Matilda pursed her lips into a smile and took her drink, glad to have something to distract her from her tear-inducing thoughts. She had no idea what she would have done if Caradoc had been set on coming with that girl of his, even though Matilda was sure she could have persuaded him to join her, instead, but she was glad that things had ended up as smoothly as they did.

Honestly, she would have been in such a horrid mood if she had missed the ball, and that would have made everyone's life miserable, and, yes. John should really thank Caradoc for being a gentleman. Matilda didn't actually see this happening, but the thought of it made her smile and she finally calmed down enough to look over at her date.

"It's nice, and I'm just happy to be here, and--" Matilda did a little jump in her seat, and she looked down at her belly with an amused smile. She reached over to grab Caradoc's wrist so he could see (she rarely asked permission for this sort of thing; though they should be asking her), "Apparently so is he!"

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mulciber
2008-11-01 05:01 am UTC (link)

The reason why John Mulciber wasn't accompanying his wife to the Hogwarts ball was not for lack of wanting to attend, he simply hadn't known Matilda was so keen on doing so. Of course, he had heard of the ball. The prattling of his coworkers and the fliers swooping around the Ministry were difficult to ignore entirely. The thought to ask her had crossed his mind, but it was quickly dashed by warning bells--memories of the fiasco the year prior and of Matilda's recent weeping over a pair of robes that no longer fit now that her abdomen was the size of a quaffle. He'd reasoned to himself that asking her would only upset her more and he had no desire to attend himself, so he let the topic slide and be forgotten.

Imagine his surprise when he'd arrived home from the Ministry on Halloween night just as his wife was leaving for the same bloody ball. She even had a date--Caradoc Dearborn. Lovely.

The overwhelming glee in her eyes had startled John. He'd watched them leave with a tight smile on his face and a glare at Dearborn. John had moodily sauntered off through the flat to pull out a set of dress robes and tidy himself; wasting no time on frivolities such as a meal or a relaxing drink as was typical of his Friday evenings. He'd stuffed an extra kerchief in an inside pocket that he would later transfigure into a simple half-mask, but only if his wife insisted upon him wearing one. At least it wasn't ruffles again.

John didn't know how long Matilda had been at the ball before he arrived. The Obliviator was hesitant to turn over his wand to the Hit Wizards at the door and he wouldn't have if he'd performed any restricted dark magic within the previous fortnight. John had roamed a bit once he was inside the ball. He stuck to the edges of the crowd as he scanned for his wife and did his best to rein his disdain for the atmosphere.

Eventually he spotted Matilda. She was sitting at a table with Dearborn, drink in hand, and chattering away. The pregnancy had made her surprisingly upbeat--even at times that he knew she shouldn't be upbeat and he braced for her lashing out. It was odd to see her behaving like a 'normal' witch and he rather liked that he didn't have teacups flung at him on a weekly basis. John just hoped the calm spell would last.

"Matilda," John prompted when he approached their table. He glanced between the pair and held out a hand to his wife. "I hope I'm not intruding."

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matildas
2008-11-01 05:35 am UTC (link)

John had showed up.

Matilda stared up at her husband with a gaping expression, eyes wide in shock and glee and confusion and just completely startled to see him. Startled in a ridiculously good way, but startled nonetheless, and she dropped any sort of conversation she had with Caradoc and took John's hand, making a mental note to send Caradoc...something, something nice for escorting her. He could probably find someone to mentally torture in the meantime, to keep himself occupied.

Actually--it didn't matter what Caradoc ended up doing, John was here.

"No, no, of course not," she said breathlessly, using her other hand to help push herself up and out of the seat. Matilda was sure she was flushed from the shock and hoped her makeup still looked all right and, and! Oh, he was getting her worked up so quickly and he hadn't even said anything, but he was here and it was lovely and so nice and---

Matilda pursed her lips into a tight smile once more to keep the tears back and her free hand went to his collar to focus on that for the moment, muttering, "You don't have any ruffles."

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mulciber
2008-11-01 09:14 am UTC (link)

John had already dismissed Caradoc altogether and kept his eyes on his wife. His hand closed over her fingers and gave them a light squeeze as he helped her up. He cast a glance down the front of the tasteful black dress she wore. It was reassuring--though John wasn't sure what was being reassured--to see her out of the flat with polished hair and make-up.

The comment made a slow smile cross his face as he ran the back of his free hand over her swelling abdomen. John cast a glance up to her eyes. "I'm allergic," he replied and gently smoothed his palm over her quaffle-sized baby bump.

He was rather proud of himself for staying civil under such ridiculous conditions. It grated at him but John firced himself to stay unaffected--for Matilda's sake.

John brought her finds to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. "Would you care to dance?" he asked calmly.

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matildas
2008-11-02 05:03 pm UTC (link)

She was in a tizzy of excitement. The whole reason behind finding a date to the ball was to get John jealous, and while she'd been sure she would have heard a muttering about it at home, never in her wildest dreams would she have thought he'd show up here. Matilda was beyond ecstatic, and she couldn't remember accepting his invitation, but she found herself on the dance floor a moment later.

Matilda opened her mouth to speak, maybe a comment about the decor or how the dancing was a bit awkward now with her stomach creating a bumper in between them, but she couldn't find anything. She was just too...she supposed moved by John's gesture. Which was strange, because a wife shouldn't be surprised that her husband did kind things for her, but when your husband was John Mulciber, you needed to make all the little things count.

Letting out a breath, Matilda pushed as close as she could to John and pressed her face into his shoulder. She took a deep breath to try and get herself to not cry (from everything but being upset), and moved slowly with the music.

Goodness, this man.

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