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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]chasingquixotic
2008-11-02 06:46 pm UTC (link)
Tristan pulled a face this time, probably made more ridiculous by the mask. That had to mean that she was friends with one of the Tornadoes - and okay, maybe they kept up the rivalry mostly because the papers loved it, but also because their fans would probably throw a tantrum if the traditional rivalry were lost. He did know about rivalries, though, so it was easy to keep it up -- being in a family of competitive Quidditch-buffs made that all too easy.

"Let's be honest now, love. Could you ever really hate this face?" Even partially obscured by a mask? Naaaaaaaaw.

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[info]psyked
2008-11-02 07:06 pm UTC (link)
Psyke stared up at him with a scrutinizing gaze, trying to figure out which Catapult this was. Like, she knew his face, and she was now starting to recognize his voice from various events, but still. It felt like everyone and their mother was a quidditch player these days and she could only tell apart like, Wendy and Finn. Usually. Wendy got pretty fierce on the field.

Finally, she remembered something about quidditch and the Catapults, and Psyke stood up with her hand on her hip and a triumphant smirk.

"So, are you the pouf?"

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[info]chasingquixotic
2008-11-02 08:32 pm UTC (link)
...seriously?

Just because he was an attractive bloke on a Quidditch team, "No. A hundred thousand times no." He crossed his arms over his chest, only narrowly resisting the urge to pout at her. Really?

He didn't look anything like Griffith. That was just ... insulting! But rather than being an immature prat about it, he offered her his hand with an arched brow.

"Am I going to have to dance with a pretty lady to prove myself, though? I hope you're volunteering."

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[info]psyked
2008-11-03 06:43 am UTC (link)
Well. She never had been able to resist making Harper jealous. Maybe he would even cut in and whisk her off. Until then, she'd dance with the quidditch bloke (because what girl didn't dance with the quidditch bloke? Stupid girls, that's who), or at least until she spotted her husband. Who was probably stuffing his face with that cheese he liked.

And now she kind of wanted that cheese too, but. There was a hand being offered.

Psyke's nose tilted up once more as she took his hand, and she stood, letting out a breath in the form of a slightly high-pitched sigh. "If you insist."

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[info]chasingquixotic
2008-11-03 06:45 am UTC (link)
"I assure you that you won't regret it." Tristan could be painfully charming when he wanted to be, after all -- despite the fact that he was a Quidditch player, he had something of a White Knight complex and Psyke was practically a damsel in distress without a husband, right?

Sure. He led her to the dance floor with a slight grin. "So, do I get your name ... or am I simply left wanting for the rest of the evening?"

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