bess d. fawcett (bestzeller) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-06-10 22:15:00

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adrian mattias, bess fawcett, charles spinnet, delilah spinnet, drystan fawcett, group, mirabelle jasper, penelope fawcett, seth wadcock, thomas mccormack

Open to Quidditch Players + Guests
Of course the party had a slight theme of blue and yellow. It wasn't blatantly obvious, but as Bess shifted the United blue napkins to the perfect angle, she couldn't help but beam at how proud she was of the entire gathering. People were happy to see each other, mingling and looking relaxed; the party was exclusive to the players and their guests, so there were no cameramen or journalist---the only pictures being taken were by the players themselves, who seemed to be having a good time goofing off before work began again. Bess had really never thought about being one of those wives, that hosted parties and entertained guests, but---she had to admit that it was quite fun.

The garden looked beautiful. Bess wasn't quite sure how Drystan had so easily managed to get the space, but she wasn't going to complain. Her husband had tricks up his sleeve that she'd probably never fully figure out. Plus, she'd gotten her sister-in-law out of her flat and now Penelope was somewhere around here...hopefully talking to a handsome bloke (but just talking! Only talking!).

Bess couldn't be more pleased with herself. She let out a breath and shook her head at a few players who were on their fourth glass of champagne.

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spinnets
2011-06-11 02:21 am UTC (link)

Charlie was ready to kick Felicia in the teeth. He really did love his teammates, that was one thing he'd never be able to deny, but when she liked to show off and make him look like an idiot, then he just really wanted to beat her with her own bat. That sounded terrible, especially since he was talking about a girl, but Felicia could definitely hold her own against the men of this league, and Charlie was no exception. He didn't like to admit that he was only rough when it came to quidditch (and sex if the mood was right), and he hated to admit even more how easily flustered he could become.

Right, so he was not going to accept her arm wrestling challenge and was going to go find his jacket and get out of here. Or maybe that's just the excuse he'd give, to avoid any humiliation. That was the key, wasn't it? If you don't participate you can't actually fail. He might be a Gryffindor, but he wasn't an idiot, no matter how synonymous those words tended to be at times.

He made his way toward the closet he thought he'd seen his coat float into from the entrance way, and opened the door with a great sigh. Instead of his coat, however, he found a girl. By herself. Which was not usually the case.

"I think you're missing something," he mused, holding the door open wider and staring down at her with interest, "How does one get their seven minutes in heaven by themselves? Or--" Charlie cracked a grin and shrugged, "I suppose it's possible."

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perfectblack
2011-06-11 05:18 am UTC (link)

Penelope had been excited when Bess ordered her to come to the pre-season party. Honestly, she had been. When Drystan took her aside and made subtle suggestions that she would be too bored, too young, and too intelligent to mingle with such a crowd and did she really want to subject herself to that, she put up a proper fuss til Bess helped convince him (or rather, make him be quiet). She'd even let Bess take her shopping for new dress robes, the hems of which she presently worried between her fingers.

Then as the day drew nearer, she felt just the tiniest bit of unease. Nothing alarming, just a twinge. After all, she was a young girl going to her hero-worshipped brother's party, attended by rich and famous witches and wizards. Not being nervous would be cause for concern! Finally putting on the robes, that twinge became more of a squeeze in her gut, and try as Drystan might, Penelope couldn't realistically shadow either him or Bess the entire night. She politely greeted the few old friends in attendance, quietly dodged a rather drunken wizard's wholly unwanted advances, waved off Drystan and Bess, and promptly lost the ability to breathe. All those people in all that tight space! (Well, not so tight—her brother owned the building, after all, he could afford some room) A panic attack, perhaps. Overstimulation of the senses. She really couldn't remember being in a room with so many people who had such little regard for personal space! And all that stale air. She ran out of the room as gracefully as her light-headed state allowed and found herself in the dark closet of the entry way with a facefull of cloaks.

Panting hard, she sunk to the floor and wrapped her arms around her knees as tightly as possible. She squeezed her eyes shut. It would pass. It would take a few moments, but it would pass, and then she could go back out there and be that social butterfly her family wanted her to be, and it would be all right.

The idea of going back out gave her the lightest sheen of cold sweat.

She'd just resigned herself to hiding in the closet for, oh, perhaps ever, when the door swung wide and an impossibly large man from her vantage point seemed to shove all the open space of the doorway aside as he stood there.

Flaming pink cheeks from being caught in the closet, furrowed brows from his confusing statement, and a rapidly opening and closing mouth to issue either a squeaking apology or a shriek to leave gave Penelope a rather harried appearance. After blinking owlishly a moment, she blurted out the first fully-formed sentenced her mind could grasp, "What are seven minutes in heaven?"

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spinnets
2011-06-11 11:21 pm UTC (link)

His eyes lifted to the ceiling as she questioned him and Charlie let out a breath. Great, he found a nutter. Or maybe she was trying to break into the party? He didn't recognize her as as player, unless she was a Hogwarts recruit but...no, Charlie paid way too much attention to the women in the league (it was his goal to have some sort of fling with every Harpy, but now with Fairburn up the duff...) to not remember her. She had a very distinctive look about her, he would definitely have remembered her.

Biting his lip for a moment if he should just shut the door and rejoin the party, Charlie decided that he couldn't be too rude to this obviously innocent girl. What fun would that be? Charlie put out his hand to help her off the ground, giving his hand a shake to silently indicate that she should not be sitting there and should get up before someone else spotted her. Not everyone would be as kind as he to find a random girl looking like a frail deer in a dark closet.

"Is this a habit of yours? Hiding in dark places where people are likely to find you?" Charlie said with a tone of amusement, "An empty closet I understand, but not one filled with party guests' jackets. That's just silly of you."

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perfectblack
2011-06-12 01:26 am UTC (link)

Mortification washed over her in droves as she jerkily brushed off and straightened her dress robes while aiming to give this stranger a snotty look of disdain though her cheeks were radiating heat and she still felt quite a bit wild-eyed from her earlier panic. She tossed her hair back.

"No, this is not a habit," she snapped defensively, quite lying through her teeth as she thrust her chin up in what she hoped came off as an act of defiance and not simply trying to look him in the eyes. It was ridiculous, the sheer size of this man, nay! hippogriff. Never had she been caught like this before, and by some strange person condescending toward her like she was a child! It was intolerable. One small panic attack and suddenly you were a loony. "No one was supposed to open that door—I mean, be in here as well—I just—" she reached blindly for the nearest cloak and tossed it at him. "You should leave!"

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spinnets
2011-06-12 03:12 am UTC (link)

Charlie caught the cloak with ease, even if he had been startled by her nearly violent reaction to him. This girl was crazy, and he should have shut the door right there and then. He would have, too, and had started to when he heard the sound of Felicia and his sister coming close. Charlie had absolutely no desire to deal with either of the women right now, and refused to acknowledge the fact that he could simply not handle any of the important women in his life.

With a twist of his lips because he was finding himself nearly infuriated with how none of them took him seriously and he could not help but get flustered because of them. He couldn't hit them like he wanted, and if he got loud they called him a pain in the ass and---he just could not deal. He did not like being made a fool of and frowning deeply he stepped into the closet and shut the door behind him. His wand was lit in a second and the door locked. Charlie was surprised at how much room was actually in the closet, and leaned back against the door and examined the cloak she threw at him. Oh, right. He looked up at the girl and let out a breath, "It's just for a minute."

It would do him no good to tell the neurotic girl that he'd just been teasing that he too had a tendency to hide from people and things he did not enjoy dealing with.

"What's your name?" Charlie asked, sounding bored, but he was really just listening for the voices out in the hall, "If I'm going to be stealing your hiding spot, I should at least know your name."

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perfectblack
2011-06-12 05:18 am UTC (link)

Throwing her hand up to shield her eyes from the bright glare emitting from his wand, she scowled darkly at the floor. Where did she even start? That is not leaving, or perhaps I was not hiding!, or even People in glass houses…!. This man was infuriating her. She opened her mouth to say just that when she glanced back up at his illuminated face and the words rather left her mind. All right, she hadn't anticipated he'd be that attractive. That was a bit of a setback, but only a temporary one. Just the splittest of split-seconds, and…yes, her jaw firmly closed with an audible click and she worked it quite soundly as she gave the Intruder a scrutinizing look that was bordering on glaring.

She could give him a fake name. She ought to give him a fake name, as he could be unstable or crazy himself, being that he did just shut the two of them up in a closet. There was Enid, there was Nelly, there was, "Penelope."

Fiddlesticks.

"You're still here and now you appear to be staying," she said, quite unhelpfully. "Is there a reason for this?"

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spinnets
2011-06-13 02:36 am UTC (link)

"Why else do people shut themselves up in closets, hm?"

Charlie turned and gave her a pointed look before going back to examine the cloak. It wasn't his, but it was better than paying attention to the girl, Penelope. If he hadn't found her in the closet and had instead brought her into the closet, Charlie would have found quite a different way to occupy himself, but seeing as she was the nut who was in there first, he couldn't find it in himself to turn on the charm.

Though he really didn't have a decent enough answer to her question to be thinking such things about her. He would just bounce back her musings and let her jump to her own conclusions. Or he could make up a much more interesting story than the truth, Charlie tended to do that. His interviews always contained slightly elaborated stories, just enough of a fib to make it seem like his life really was extraordinary.

"I'm avoiding someone I do not want to talk to," he said finally, because that was a reasonable response. It wasn't a lie, and it didn't explain that he could not handle being the butt of the joke so he darted away. Charlie's brows furrowed as he tried to figure out the voices on the other side of the door, and looked back at Penelope, "People have a lot of fun annoying me and I'm not sure why."

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perfectblack
2011-06-14 07:35 pm UTC (link)

"People annoying you?" she muttered darkly under her breath, crossing her arms. "That, I honestly would never have guessed."

Then she did feel bad, because he didn't really look like the type of person who often resorted into ducking into closets and talking to potentially mental young witches just to avoid someone. Penelope softened marginally toward him. Still sore at being caught in a closet by him, of course. Reasonably, there was no real reason to knock on a closet door before entering, she did know that, but if she was being reasonable from the start, would she be in a closet with The Intruder at this moment in time?

Unlikely.

She fidgeted and took her hair out of the bun worn at the teasing insistence that it made her look somewhat more mature and sophisticated, versus her normal waifish self, studying The Intruder quite blatantly as she played with the hairpins. His "minute" was quite up, but she thought she could reciprocate some of his confidence. "I was hiding a little," Penelope admitted, wrapping a curl around her finger. "One person in particular was inebriated bey—" there was a loud burst of laughter on the other side of the wall, and the clack of soles on hard floor drew nearer.

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spinnets
2011-06-19 11:22 pm UTC (link)

Charlie did a little shake of his head and shoulders, "Yeah, well, that's probably why they take such a keen interest in annoying me."

Honestly, his inability to accept jest and teasing was what had ended him up in detention so many times at Hogwarts. Fights would break out because Charlie could not handle any sort of humiliation, and the lack of...apathy? What was the word for being able to not care what others thought? Whatever it was, he lacked it, and it had carried over into his quidditch career. How many times had he been thrown out of a game because of a bad call, or for starting a tussle in midair? Hard to do as a Keeper, the papers would say, but somehow he managed.

He did however, take interest in Penelope as she began to share her reasons for hiding. He took more interest at how prettily her hair had fallen and for the first time during his little escape into the closet he felt slightly overwhelmed by the close proximity they were in. Not--not overwhelmed, as he was very experienced in this area, but the fact that he'd just found this beautiful girl in here and wasn't exactly allowed to do anything made his throat clench.

"Inebriated--?" he repeated nearly after she spoke the words, but then winced greatly as he recognized the laughter as Finn McLaggen's. Oh, hell. This was even worse than one of his teammates, McLaggen was notorious when it came to start rivalries and twisting the knife in the wound. "Come here, come here, just for a moment---"

Charlie reached forward and one hand went to her waist while the other went to grasp Penelope's face as if they'd just broken apart from a kiss. The door of the closet was pulled open and Charlie kept his gaze on Penelope for a few seconds to ensure the authenticity of this cover up. McLaggen let out a groan,

"Can't control yourself off the pitch either, Spinnet?" the other man snapped, and with that he shut the door again. Charlie blinked, eyes trying to adjust to the light and he jumped away from Penelope, flushed.

"Sorry."

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perfectblack
2011-06-20 02:03 am UTC (link)

Dazed, too dazed to summon up the requisite blush or angry words, she simply looked at him with a wide-eyed expression, frozen though there was something like a soft roaring sound in her ears.

There was not a single good explanation for what she did then. In fact, many of the explanations were the direct opposite of good. One being he annoyed her a little. Actually, he annoyed her quite a lot and Penelope felt it could very well be mutual. Two being she hadn't done a lot of this before, and certainly not in recent history. Third, of course, being she was more or less trapped in a tight, confining space with The Intruder, whose last name only she'd vaguely recalled Phineas McLaggen barking, though she could not remember anything more about a Spinnet than her brother occasionally sulking or smirking about some antics performed by him. Four being the way he was currently staring at her, making her all too aware of how tight and confining a space this truly was.

It could be chalked up to remaining adrenaline in her system, from that dizzyingly anxious episode, gone straight to her head and demanding to be spent. It was also, maybe more than likely, the fact that for the first time in a long time (too long a time), she felt bizarrely engaged, alive, like there was blood actually pumping through her veins and her pulse was thrumming. Penelope wanted to grab it, hold on to it, make it stay just a little bit longer. Didn't that allow for some reckless, unthinking, and potentially unwise behavior?

Of course it didn't.

Still breathing just a bit too heavily for a closet snog that hadn't actually happened, she took just a few hesitant steps toward him as if approaching a deer that might be spooked away—a direct reversal of their roles—and stood on the tips of her toes, placing her hands on his shoulders as she pressed her lips fully, and perhaps a bit forcefully, to his.

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spinnets
2011-06-20 03:10 am UTC (link)

Well. He certainly wasn't expecting that. While Charlie had become only slightly mesmerized by the girl (Slightly! Only slightly!), his mind hadn't gone past the fact that she was very pretty and delicate looking. Though he supposed that extra bit of acknowledgement, noticing that she seemed far more innocent than any girl he's ever been with before was actually a testament to how far his thoughts actually had gone. He'd noticed something beyond just her looks, and he did know something about her other than the fact that he was currently snogging her in a dark place.

She'd been hiding from something, from someone it seemed like she was going to say before they were interrupted, and that fact told so many things about her. She wasn't a girl who easily accepted a man's advances. She had some sort of standards, and even though she ran she had enough sense to not cause a scene but to take care of it herself. Whether or not it was the best of solutions, hiding in a closet, Charlie could not say because he was sure that hiding in one himself was a bad idea that could only backfire and make him look like an idiot.

Though, he had ended up kissing the girl he found in there. Maybe that meant he was extremely lucky and was supposed to duck into this closet, or maybe they were just two young people who were both extremely good looking and hadn't been snogged in a while. Whatever it was, he didn't mind it, but Charlie did manage to keep some sense; this girl wasn't going to do more than this kiss, he was sure, and he pulled back, just barely, his lips still moving against hers, "I'm Charlie."

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perfectblack
2011-06-20 06:59 pm UTC (link)

Something made a funny sort of buzzing noise in her ear. Oh, right, words. Things that involved lips, but weren't as nice as that other thing that required lips, and which this Charlie was doing a very good job of. But he was talking and that meant the kissing stopped (well, just a bit—) and Penelope didn't want it to stop. She didn't want it to stop at all.

That, of course, stopped the blood that just a moment ago was pumping so hot and fiercely cold.

She should stop. She shouldn't do this. Particularly not at a party hosted by her brother as she hid in a closet with a man whose name she had learned only after attacking his face with her mouth whom she knew absolutely nothing else about! Aside from being a Quidditch player. And that he had somewhat of a delicate ego. And that Phineas McLaggen did not care for his behavior at times. Well, perhaps she knew more about him than she'd thought, but that did not excuse her behavior! Absolutely not!

Penelope, with a great amount of regret but a greater amount of terror still, pulled back from the intruder with the very nice mouth and, averting her gaze from his entire being and a great deal of the space around him, seized whatever material hanging on the wall was closest to her and all but bolted for the door.

"I—sorry, I have to—," Penelope grasped the handle and turned in a most graceless exist, "—go!"

And darted quick as she could to the back terrace so she could make a proper escape, from her house, clutching a cloak that was not hers.

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