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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podmore
2008-11-01 06:17 am UTC (link)

Bloody feckin'ell!

All right, yeah--Sturgis hadn't exactly planned on attending the ball. At least not as a guest. He had intended to volunteer to be one of the Hit Wizards on duty--that way he was allowed a wand which would be handy in case anything out of the ordinary happened or His lot tried for a stunt. But somehow Dorcas had managed to appear at his desk right as he was creasing his memo to Rowle and she dashed it all. She declared that he was taking a reprieve from life. She'd practically dragged him to the floos to nip home and fetch robes that weren't puce.

Sturgis had lost track of the hour or so at the ball leading up to now. The punch had made him suspicious after the third round he'd felt tipsy. Punch didn't make you tipsy on its own, but his protests were lost among the subsequent glasses of the fruity concoction Dorcas all-but poured down his throat.

Then she'd made him walk. He didn't want to walk but Dorcas had pulled him out of his chair and led him around. But he didn't get too far before Meadows hauled off and shoved him--right into another ball attendee! What had gotten into her? Honestly!

The rush of adrenaline dazed Sturgis who blinked wildly to focus the three peacocks before him into one. They had peacocks at this party? Why on Merlin's green earth...

Oh. It wasn't a real peacock he'd trampled, it was lady dressed as one. And he'd nearly tackled her with just a shove off his feet! Bugger all. He felt like such a clod.

"M'Sorry," Sturgis slurred, grasping at the woman's wrist to steady them both. His cheap mask had slid up his face and was pushing up a wild tuft of his hay-coloured hair. The adrenaline cleared some of the fogginess from his mind and made his eyes go wide in concern. "Really sorry. Must have tripped on my own feet. Are you all right? I hope didn't hurt you. Oh, bugger, I stepped on your dress. I'm so sorry."

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incharge
2008-11-01 07:33 am UTC (link)

It might have been because of the people Octavia was used to dealing with, but she hadn't been expecting an apology from the man who had tumbled into her. If anything, she thought he might simply brush past, perhaps even without a second glance. And the fact that he was actually remorseful about it was something else entirely.

"No, no," she said, after their balance had been properly restored, "it's fine, it's extremely crowded in here, I shouldn't be surprised if you had been pushed."

He was rather nice looking. There was a gruff sort of edge to him, but it certainly wasn't rough, given the way he'd nearly tripped over himself again trying to make sure he hadn't offended her.

Clearly Octavia was in some sort of off-mood, because she hardly even minded that the hem of her dress had been trampled on.

"Are you drunk?" she asked out of curiosity.

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podmore
2008-11-01 08:30 am UTC (link)

Sturgis let the witch loose as soon she was righted and teetered back a few steps to keep from doing more damage to her dress. I was such a pretty dress--it was rather...purple-ly? Bugger and damn what had Meadowes slipped him? He should have caught on sooner. He was a Hit Wizard and an Order member for Merlin's sake! If he couldn't tell his drink was spiked...

"Ummmrr," he murmured unintelligibly and reached up a hand to pull his mask back down to its proper--well, as close it was going to get to proper when he was this gone--place. "A bit, m'afraid. Didn't know I was gettin' smashed 'til I was...well, smashed."

Excellent use of the English language there.

The silly smile fell off Sturgis's face when he remembered that he'd just careened into the woman. He eyed her over from behind his mask and took a stuttering step forward--which he hadn't meant to take, he'd only meant to lean-in concerned-like but his legs weren't up for cooperating. "But you are all right?" he prompted in worry once more.

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incharge
2008-11-01 08:55 am UTC (link)

Octavia had her hands out cautiously as he stepped closer, not to send him in the other direction if he did happen to topple once more, just in case he needed an extra set (or even one set, if he found he couldn't use his own) of hands.

"I'm fine, really," Octavia said, attempting to not let out an amused laugh. "I feel you've suffered some abuse at the hands of a mischievous friend, good sir--" Name. She didn't know his name. And if he continued to ask after her well-being, the use of names might add a somewhat different element to the conversation.

"Octavia," she said, pointing at herself and sticking her hand out in true business-like fashion to shake hands before realizing exactly what she was doing and let it hang there uncertainly. "If you're in any position to tell me your name, it would probably be useful."

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podmore
2008-11-02 09:28 am UTC (link)

Relief washed over the blond wizard's face. He wouldn't be able to live with himself for at least a week if he'd hurt her. But this was still Dorcas's doing--well, she had been one to put it in motion. He was the one with two drunken left feet.

"Ah, yeah," Sturgis muttered in agreement to what the lady was saying and craned his neck to see if he could spot the evil mastermind in a dress. Meadowes was no where to be seen. "Well, bugger, I don't know where she's gotten to, but yeah I had help."

Sturgis's gaze then fell on the hand outstretched to him. He stared at it momentarily and quickly recalled that she had just given her name--Octavia, to be exact. It had taken his sluggish mind a moment to process the information.

He took her hand and clapped his other on top of the shake. Drawing himself up to a respectable posture, Sturgis said as clearly as he could manage, "Sturgis Podmore, at your humble service, madam Octavia." Normally he would have followed it up with a friendly peck to the cheek, but would have certainly ended in disaster in his current state.

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incharge
2008-11-02 09:59 am UTC (link)

"Well, Mister Sturgis," Octavia said, eyebrow raised as she smirked broadly, "I would ordinarily demand a dance as a form of repentance for such careless behavior, but I've a feeling it may result in catastrophe."

She eyed the man in front of her with keen interest. In addition to the unfortunate dosing of alcoholic beverages, he was exceedingly courteous and very well-mannered, all things that she approved of. And since she had neither the patience nor the will to deal with Gabriel or Kirby, there was certainly nothing wrong if she decided to bestow attentions on the man whom she'd just bumped (quite literally) into, was there not?

"Did you happen to escort someone here tonight?" Octavia asked keenly, leaning in closer over the top of their clasped hands. "Because if so, I imagine she," well, she certainly hoped "she" was the proper pronoun (or else this would be a bit of a waste), but scandalous things happened quite frequently at such events, "is probably concerned with the location of your whereabouts."

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podmore
2008-11-03 10:27 am UTC (link)

Sturgis gave an enthusiastic nod--which caused him to teeter as his head swam--in agreement to not dancing. Under other less-intoxicated circumstances, he would have happily escorted Octavia out to the dance floor. In his smashed state his penance would have to come from elsewhere.

The off-duty Hit Wizard did not want to burden the lovely lady with more than his apology, but she was going to ask more of him, it was the least he could do. He had no date to attend to. Dorcas would undoubtedly find other entertainment now that she had trounced him so well. Sturgis wasn't the avenging sort.

"No, no--no escorting," he replied with a much calmer shake of his head than the nod which had nearly knocked him off his feet. "I did come with a friend," he added because he had come with someone--albeit a mildly wicked someone, "but seems she's buggered off." The latter drawled out a sigh then an emphatic shrug.

"She's not the worryin' sort."

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