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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brythonichero
2011-06-11 05:27 am UTC (link)

Drystan, on the other hand, had (unfortunately) abstained, having no more than his two fingers of excellent fire whiskey so he might dutifully play sober host for his wife. He did not enjoy it. But seeing how pleased Bess was, how spirited the rest of the attendes were, and how, yes, he was not having a terrible time, he graciously did not hold his wife to her promise of the twenty minutes of requisite how-do-you-doing before skulking off for the rest of the party.

Of course, there was also that driving motivation to linger so that he might keep an eye on his sister. Deny it though he might, it certainly could not be ignored.

After making a few solo rounds and engaging in an amount of (shop)talk that he was immensely proud and horrified of, he made his way back to Bess, tapping her on the shoulder and leaning in close.

"Splendid party effort, Mrs. Fawcett," he said, giving a lock of her hair a playful tug. "I imagine this is our last social hurrah before the season begins and you go back to work."

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bestzeller
2011-06-11 10:58 pm UTC (link)

Bess turned quickly toward her husband, her chin pressing into her shoulder as she shot him a playful, flirty smile. She was very proud of the party and was glad to see Drystan not skulking around miserable. She knew when he was putting on an act, too, and was glad to see that his amusement was genuine. Good, she as glad. Bess had no problem with her husband's need for privacy and quiet, but he was a professional quidditch player---he needed to have something positive on his public image.

"I'm glad you think so, Mr. Fawcett," Bess nearly purred, moving to smooth out the shoulders of his dress robes. She was beaming with joy at the amused look on his face, but couldn't help her expression from faltering slightly at his remarks about returning to work. She had been pushing back her return to Brady's offices and it was beginning to become harder and harder to explain why. Bess put up such a front about not being able to wait to return to work, but in reality she loved being at home with her children so much that it was desperately hard to put a final date on their days together.

She would be honest; she felt like she had a family for the first time in years and did not want to let that feeling go.

"I imagine you underestimate my party planning skills," she said quickly, patting his chest as if in approval of his newly straightened robes.

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brythonichero
2011-06-11 11:52 pm UTC (link)

"I imagine I underestimate a great many things about you," he said, grasping her hand on his chest with one of his own and holding it there. A frown crossed his expression. "No, that sounds terrible, I mean that I don't always expect for you to have…"

He sighed and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he gave a rueful smile. "What I am trying very terribly to say is you always find a way to surprise me." Drystan paused, then hastened to add, "And I enjoy that." His expression was reproachful as he glared accusingly at the people milling around them, clearly blaming them for his somewhat infamous social incompetence. "Do you see why you can't leave me alone at these things?" Truthfully, her going back to work was a bit of an adjustment for him. He'd never ask her to stay back, of course. Drystan understood that her career was important, and hiring a nursemaid for the children when Penelope (where was that girl?) couldn't manage them was no trouble, so they needn't have worried about who would care for them. Mentally, he tried to shrug it off and instead slipped his other hand around her waist to bring her closer.

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bestzeller
2011-06-12 01:52 am UTC (link)

"I understand you perfectly, dear," Bess said, managing to mix up a condescending and adoring tone. It was fun to see Drystan squirm when he was always so sure of himself in their home, and it seemed like just adding to the population of the room broke down his ability to speak. Which was funny, to her, because Bess felt like she reacted in the exact opposite way. It was easy for Bess to control a room and entertain a crowd because she knew what people wanted and expected, but it had taken her some time to truly believe that she wasn't living in some dreamworld, that Drystan actually loved her and wanted to be her husband, for her to be his wife.

The past few years of Bess' life had been absolutely and completely topsy-turvy, but she'd found herself exactly where she wanted and needed to be. She loved the closeness, and for some reason found Drystan's touch more intimate now that they were in a garden full of people who could see. It meant that he wanted to be near her and didn't care who saw. Bess pushed forward to kiss him, feeling like a great weight was coming off her shoulders.

She squinted nervously, "I may have another surprise for you," Bess said, feeling her heart begin to race faster. She didn't think Drystan would be particularly upset about her wanting to stay home for a bit longer, but she had set so many goals for herself...would he think she was just giving up on them? "I think I want to stay home a bit longer. At least---Brian is still so small!"

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brythonichero
2011-06-12 03:34 am UTC (link)

He didn't even bother speaking first, really, he just pulled her to him in a crushing sort of embrace-cum-kiss and then laughed, albeit a bit bashfully and awkwardly. The relief that was slowly seeping in from his toes and moving up was almost tangible.

"I didn't want to ask," he admitted, clearing his throat a little. "But as you say, he is very tiny. Certainly needs a mother's watchful eye in all that, erm—tininess."

Needing something to do with his fingers, he traced an errant lock of her hair with a fingertip and brushed it behind her ear, not quite looking her in the eyes. "Are you—sure? I don't want you to do it because you think… that I expect it of you, or such. You know that, don't you?"

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bestzeller
2011-06-13 12:55 am UTC (link)

Bess felt such a wave of relief at Drystan's quick and positive reaction. Oh! She kissed him back with great vigor and just watched him in amazement. She knew her husband was a little old fashioned, and she'd always made it a point to say that she was a working woman with a career and professional goals, and she'd probably get some slack for it but---she had three beautiful children at home, all under the age of five. How could she just ship them off to a day care when she didn't have to?

That was the nice part. Poor Sadie had spent most of her young life at daycare or with her uncle or aunt while Bess worked to keep the rent and put food on the table. Sadie was always asking her mother why she was home, why was she here, but always being quite happy that she was. Bess felt terrible for not being more attentive during her daughter's first years of life and now that she had the chance to stay home with her, and with Stephen who'd lost his parents so young, and with Brian who came from the love of her life it just---she did not think any job could make her happier at the moment.

Maybe one day she'd go crazy, but right now she was quite content with her life.

"I'm sure, I've been nervous about bringing it up." Bess smiled and her chest lifted with a great intake of breath, "I didn't want you to think I was giving up on being a solicitor. I don't give up on things very often."

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