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


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Entry tags: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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[info]bigd
2008-10-31 07:44 am UTC (link)
A look of skepticism crossed Derek's face. "You despise and want to slap me halfway to next Wednesday because I pull your braids?"

Was that really it? Was the whole reason their conversations were usually terminated (rather than simply "ended") because she was annoyed that he seemed to be acting like a child?

That was... a relief? No. Not even close. Puzzling? Yes. Yes, it was.

"Then walk away," he said, with a little helpless shrug. "If you can't stand me, and if I antagonize you so badly, then just... walk away."

Well, really, what else could he do? He wasn't conscious enough of the problem (him, apparently) to prevent it from surfacing, she wasn't willing to give him an inch that didn't result in physical violence, so... what, in terms of conflict-resolution, could he do?

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[info]mymeredith
2008-11-01 02:50 am UTC (link)
She let out a little yell of frustration, and ran her hands back through her hair, pulling at the blonde locks a little along the way. He was so---so----had he not been listening to anything that she'd just said? Did he ever listen?

No. The answer was no, he didn't.

That was it. She didn't have the time or patience to deal with this anymore. Derek Dobbs was obviously beyond the point of talking to.

Meredith's hands dropped back to her sides and she sighed. "You know what? You're right. I'm walking away," she said. "I'm going to go find my boyfriend and hope that he can help salvage the night that you just successfully ruined." She turned over her shoulder for one final glare before leaving the dance floor. "Have a fabulous night, Dobbs."

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