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elizabeth f. fortescue ([info]ringmybell) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-10-29 20:32:00


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Entry tags:adelaide jordan, augustus borgin, bess fawcett, chester scabior, drystan fawcett, elizabeth fortescue, elliot alderton, ellsinore alderton, euan abercrombie, franziska dolohov, gabriel corner, group, hannah wood, jonas ackerly, kobe ackerly, lydia proudfoot, lyssandra vance, macon carmichael, noah boot, noël carmichael, odette boot, patrick vance, rachel corner, rebecca abercrombie, seth wadcock, stubby boardman

Halloween Party (for Saturday!)! Everyone!
Halloween was her favorite day of the year, outside of her birthday. And Christmas. And Valentine's Day! It was still pretty up there, considering that there were 365 days in the bloody year! Liz couldn't handle the excitement, whether it be from dressing Katie up in adorable little outfits (plural, because she simply could not pick one obnoxiously cute costume for her daughter) or doing her hair or making Ian dress up and the candy!

Ohhhh, the candy.

It was probably not a good idea to be on a full blown sugar rush when you left for a big party like this, but her fans (she had FANS!) were used to her rapid paced talk! So this should be the norm for everyone, because Liz Bell was a show stopper! The red carpet was sooo much fun, and the Bells were just sofreakinggoodlooking so why would the cameras not flash at them and sigh.

Halloween was the best ever.

"How are my buns?" she asked without looking up, unsure if she had wandered away from her husband or not. There were so many pretty costumes and lights and shiny things...it really wasn't her fault if she'd gotten lost in the crowd.


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Macon!
[info]carmichael
2009-11-02 11:59 pm UTC (link)
Noël stood nervously at the edge of the dance floor, fingers tugging and playing with themselves as her eyes scanned the party. Her costume really was not appropriate for this, at all! Sure they had been super amazingly adorable with Eddie the Teddy, but now she realizing she was dressed like a frumpy ragdoll! Which was all fine and dandy when trick-or-treating with your son, but not fine when you were mingling with super models in sexy outfits looking like goddesses.

She really did like being unique, and doing what she liked and what she wanted to do, but there were times when she could not help but panic about others' opinions of her. Actually, there were a lot of times where she found herself over analyzing comments and stares, but she was usually able to keep herself from getting upset about it. It really wasn't working right now!

"Why does she have to be so pretty?" Noël nearly whined as Macon came back with their drinks. Her eyes had caught sight of Noah and his fiance, and she felt like such a fool. How could she go over to looking like this and with them looking like that. "Like--I could not fit into that! Ever!"

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[info]carmichael
2009-11-06 05:57 pm UTC (link)
Macon was unaware of Noël's nervousness when he went off to get drinks. He thought their outfits were perfectly normal and matched - they were married parents, there was no need to dress up sexily or in tight clothes to attract attention or to fit in. He handed her a drink and shrugged, slipping his arm around her waist and looking to where Noël was looking. He didn't mind Odette, she really wasn't his type and well. He didn't quite think she was Noah's type either, but he hadn't talked to her or anything. She had to be something special if she got Noah out of his shell.

"You're prettier," he said with a serious look at Noël, lightly clinking their glasses together with his free hand. "You're gorgeous, Ann. I mean it. She might be some quidditch star, but you're. You. You're my Noël. I don't think you should be worried about any of that. You haven't fussed about Martin's Nick," Macon said, trying his best to soothe her worries. He didn't really get why women could get jealous over each other, it was obvious to him that their men were into them and no one else.

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