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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~*~*~SMETCHEL~*~*~ HAS ARRIVED

smethy
2008-10-31 07:46 am UTC (link)

Okay. So Smeth was a full-blooded male, and any full-blooded male would have been extraordinarily happy to have two, very hot dates on his arm, entering the year's most exciting and elegant event. The looks of envy and awe that had dawned on other fellow, full-blooded males were extremely gratifying, and Smeth couldn't help but puff out his chest and strut. Well, a little. It was any man's fantasy to enter with two beautiful ladies, kind of like the ultimate playboys he admired, Bruce Wayne and James Bond, respectively. However, he couldn't help but think about one Rachel Englewood. She had been on his mind for what seemed like awhile now... ever since their blowup over journals, and their avoidance around the hospital was not helping any.

However, when he had helped her down to the dispensary to find anti-potion for her potion-inflicted eyes, he had come to the realization that he missed her. He missed her a lot. He missed her making little lunches for him, the way she would meet him everyday in the lobby of St. Mungo's before work. He missed her sly smile, her laughter, the knowing way she looked at him whenever he cracked a deadpan joke.

He missed her a lot. Why didn't he realize this?

After drinking copious amounts of punch that Lydia kept passing him and Stefana, Smeth mumbled something about got up. He just... needed to move and walk around. Although chatting with two of his favorite patients were always fun, that "punch" made him want to get up and do something, anything. Also, he had discovered way too late that the drinks Lydia kept supplying were not, in fact, punch, but punch laced with an incredibly potent solution that made one's inhibitions drop, well, maybe he needed it.

He wandered around the edges of the dance floor for a bit, finishing the last of his "punch." He absently readjusted his mask as he set his empty cup on a table and his eyes focused on a lone figure in the corner. Almost without thinking, he strode the other way around, coming up from behind her. He wasn't thinking, the punch plus his mask made him braver (and more foolish) than he had ever felt in his entire life.

Wrapping an arm gently around Rachel's waist, the other on her arm, he leaned over her shoulder. "Hello, Rachel," he breathed in her ear.

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malengled
2008-10-31 08:02 am UTC (link)

It was difficult to say what was running through her head right before that. Thoughts of leaving, of course, but other deeper, philosophical thoughts too. There was something about tonight, something that pulsed with an inexplicable sort of charge, and it left her with small chills running up and down her spine. Rachel couldn't tell if it was a good feeling or a bad feeling, but it had put her on edge the entire night.

The arm that had snaked around her waist had pulled her close against the body behind her and, not quite able to distinguish whether it was some sort of dream or not, couldn't quite bring herself to say anything, make any noise other than a sharp intake of breath.

But were her dreams usually so vivid?

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smethy
2008-10-31 08:18 am UTC (link)

Rachel wasn't running away, or slapping him. That was good, in Smeth's lowered-inhibitioned mind. He drew her closer, squeezing her waist gently, the other hand running up and down her arm. "I'm not a stranger, I promise," he said, when she didn't utter a sound besides a sharp breath. He gave a low, warm chuckle. "In fact, you know me rather well, I should think."

Smeth didn't bother to disguise his voice. He had never, in his entire life, approached a woman from the back, placed his arms around them, and started... kissing their neck. Because her neck looked really soft and kissable.

Gosh, he must really like her or something. Fallen for her, even.

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malengled
2008-10-31 08:28 am UTC (link)

There was some sort of rule with dreams; that anything you wished for could exist, but the second you looked at it, it disappeared. Rachel knew who was hugging her to him, she had no trouble imagining the face, the proper voice, and hundreds of other minute details. But she was so very afraid to say his name, to think the face clearly, because it might disappear the moment she did.

Was that insanity, then? To be unable to distinguish between a dream and reality, or being unwilling to do so? The pressing of lips to the back of her neck was like a small electric shock, a violent shiver cut down the length of her spine, arching and throwing her head back.

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smethy
2008-10-31 07:31 pm UTC (link)

He had been wanting to do this for a long time, a very long time. Why did it take him so long to realize this simple fact? Smeth nuzzled the small spot between her neck and shoulder. Perhaps when he woke up tomorrow, he would regret what he had done immediately and wished to jump in front of a train for shame... but he didn't think he would. At least, that was what his intoxicated-brain was telling him. That this right, that the formerly move-less Hippocrates Smethwyck was pulling all the right moves.

Don't get him wrong. He was intoxicated, yes, but he had the feeling that said intoxication was wearing off. Or something like that. He felt himself coming to his senses, but this felt too good. This felt too perfect.

And although the helpful numb of the mystery drink had helped him immensely, it wouldn't do him good to just run off, would it?

No, for this night, he had to either go hard or go home.

So he chose to go hard.

He gently turned Rachel around and kissed her. The kiss was soft, sweet, but insistent, telling her that all he needed, all he wanted, was her.

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malengled
2008-10-31 11:04 pm UTC (link)

They pulled away, her eyes wide and confused behind her mask.

She really hoped this wasn't a dream. Because if it was, and she woke up, there would be no words to describe how devastated Rachel would be.

It had only been two months, (less, even, if you think about how they hadn't been speaking this past two weeks), but Healer Smethwyck had really become someone Rachel thought she could trust, a friend, and someone she had developed feelings for. Yesterday had been the first time she'd talked to Smeth, or even seen him, since their fight, and it was overwhelming how much she had missed him.

"Heal--Smeth--Smethwyck," she murmured, staring fixedly at his chest, unable to look any higher. "I--do you--"

But there wasn't anything she thought she could ask with words. Closing her eyes, Rachel stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his once more, wondering if she was not evading asking important questions, so much as asking them in a much more expressive way.

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