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g ↔ f ↔ ρ ([info]chickidy) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2011-08-11 19:26:00


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Entry tags:caden flint, carys llewellyn, darien dobbs, dianna dobbs, drake parkin, edward pennifold, estella flint, felicia bulstrode, felix ackerly, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, group, kendall broadmoor, marissa macfusty, martin boot, nicole boot, sturgis podmore

EVERYONE! PARTY THREAD
Running her fingers through the folds of her dress, Glenda let no pleat or invisible lint go unattended to as she sat. Her dress was far too beautiful for those kinds of blemishes, and the task had proven to be a manageable distraction that was getting her through the rest of the night until it was professionally and socially acceptable to leave.

Oh, that sounded horrible. She really shouldn't be so unwilling to attend her own party. The WWN had really outdone itself, inviting practically the whole of the Wizarding World to help 'welcome her back' to Britain's airwaves. The network had been more than happy to accept her back when she (Sturgis) had contacted them, but had made no mention of something like this until last week after everything had been finalized. All she had asked for was her job back, but apparently her celebrity status had grown substantially with her absence and things like this had become necessary.

She had spent the first good part of the party clutching tightly onto Sturgis' arm, feeling not only uneasy but lost as witch after wizard continued to appear in front of her, asking questions, telling jokes and attempting to have ernest conversations with the woman of the hour. It felt strange having so many familiar faces and names rushed back upon her, and many times already she had wished she was her formal self. If this had been three years ago, Glenda knew she would have chatted up the entire room already instead of giving half-empty smiles, dutiful nods and soft answers.

Now, though, Sturgis had long ago left her side. A tactic she knew no doubt had been purposefully planned down to the minute. It had generated the same feeling within Glenda when he had shown up an hour early before this whole thing started, asking if she minded escorting him, and then offering to drop Tristan off at her Aunt and Uncle's to ensure that she would have enough time to get ready because she hadn't even gotten dressed yet. She knew he was only trying to help with her readjustment process, which made her love, and hate, him more because of it.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Glenda looked up to catch glimpses of the party from outside. Her aimless wandering had lead her to party's outside grounds, a rather nice garden area with sparkling lights and nearby fountain. A few people were nearby, but she didn't mind much. The atmosphere reminded her of Italy.


OOC: soo it's safe to assume Gleny basically knows everyone, WWN would've made sure all friends were here LOL and if she didn't, all famous people were invited anyway so YAY



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Graciela!
[info]esp
2011-08-13 02:48 am UTC (link)
Edward's hopes for tonight had surrounded around this party acting as a distraction for Graciela from her thoughts surrounding her ex-husband's return to the country. He had noticed how stressed she had become over such a short period of time, but hadn't been able to comment or do anything about it in fear up setting her further. She was completely in the right to feel that way, and he understood where it was coming from, but that didn't meant she did not deserve a break. Edward knew how exceedingly difficult it was to escape your own thoughts, especially with no outside help. So, enter him as outside help.

Also, he liked to think that since his forte wasn't quick-witted social situations, he was better with the ones that demanded you think carefully for a while, then act later. Like a nicer, lesser form of plotting.

Actually, it wasn't like plotting at all.

He shook his head, getting himself out of his own thoughts. Now was the time for outward projection, being social and talking. Not arguing with himself. So, in the spirit of keeping things positive (and not to himself), Edward tapped back into the conversation that he was having with someone and as politely as possible ended it. He and Graciela had split up earlier, so it was now time to find her again. Finding her rather quickly, Edward made sure to make their small reunion sweet.

"Look, your favorite," he said once he finally reached her, producing a small plate sweets from behind his back. Surprisingly, Edward had not felt an ounce of outside judgement for taking as much as he had. "Are you having fun?" he asked, raising the plate to Graciela's hands.

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[info]aheavenlycause
2011-08-14 02:14 am UTC (link)
She was such a Catholic, she was feeling guilty about everything. Ever since Alex had unceremoniously announced his return to England, Graciela had been trying to build up the nerve to tell him that she was seeing Edward. As she thought more about it, part of her felt like saying good. He did not tell her about the slutty receptionist he had slept with, so---but of course this was different. Edward was part of her life, and therefore part of Zacharias', and Zacharias was Alex's son. It was not as if she had Edward over at all hours of the day, no, no. Of course Zacharias had met him, and been within his company, but to the almost four year old (ay, deus--) Edward was just mummy's friend. So---

It was going to be awful, no matter what, when she and Alex actually had the chance to speak without family or obligations of other kinds getting in the way. She knew he would not react nicely, and to be honest, Graciela was not sure if she would either.

But she felt the most guilt about how sour she had been with Edward. He had been absolutely amazing and understanding and she hadn't been able to show him how much she truly appreciated his support. Graciela smiled graciously at Edward, and instead of taking the plate of treats she put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him fully.

"Thank you," she said after pulling back a little later.

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[info]esp
2011-08-28 08:35 pm UTC (link)
Graciela's warm reception made Edward smile. He didn't even realize that he had awkwardly pulled the plate of desserts to his chest to allow her to get close. Where else could they have gone? His brain didn't think quickly enough concerning things in his hands when all of his senses were focused on her. Tonight was no different--- in addition to her usual glow, grace and positive character, Graciela was stunning.

If he didn't say so himself. More stunning, because she always was.

"You are welcome," he responded, his smile unable to be any brighter. So maybe tonight was working? It seemed like so far. Though they had just reunited, so there hadn't exactly been much time for him to make that conclusion soundly. Perhaps he should---

"Oh," Edward said, his mouth interrupting his thoughts as he caught a glance down at his chest. Powder and flakes were covering the front of his robes in a clustered circle. Apparently he had somewhat smooshed them to him. He let out a small laugh and waved what he could off, which really wasn't much at all because he was more focused on Graciela.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked again.

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