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

Entry tags:

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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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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