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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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[info]nicoles
2011-08-13 07:21 am UTC (link)
As bad as it sounded, Nicole honestly hadn't noticed for the longest time that Martin had managed to disappear from her side. It had been easy, in the middle of all of the photographers and journalists and quidditch big-wigs that had been Spell-o-Taped to her side since the second she'd walked through the doors. Only when she'd finally been able to slip away did she make note of the fact that he was decidedly not there to ask a snarky question about when they could leave. It didn't bother her, per se, given that despite all the attention she was getting, it wasn't hard to remember that he was famous and had people wanting to speak to him as well, but to see his bulking frame approaching her seat did make her feel a little better about the current unfortunate situation.

More so because he had food though, if she was honest.

The grin on her face told it all as she took the plate gratefully, remembering to spare him a quick peck on the cheek before beginning to become immersed in whatever was on the plate. Just a few months ago she had been so horribly concerned with what she was eating, not wanting to put on a kilo more than she absolutely had to so as to not have to be delayed getting back into her job by having to lose the extra weight, but now was a different story. Nick just did not care, something which that could be said about a lot of things that, in a better physical state, she would have been horrified by her own indifference.

But that was neither here nor there. What was here was high-dollar catering; one of the very few good things about such events.

"Matthew's telling me the canapes are looking best," she commented to her wayward fiancée as he was seated next to her, biting one in half. It was very difficult to not just devour it then and there; damn to hell whoever had invented social rules and whoever said they had to apply to very pregnant women.

With as much grace as she could muster, she finished off the rest of the hors d'oeuvre and turned her head towards Martin as her fingers played with which piece of unnecessarily decorative food to go after next. "I really hope you didn't leave me to the wolves out there just so you could go find food."

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[info]martianmartin
2011-08-14 01:46 am UTC (link)
"Erm, excuse me," Martin said, nearly scandalized that she'd thought such a thing, "I've been keeping those wolves occupied for the last half hour so you can sit here and not want to jam your heel into some poor guy's eye."

Martin gave her a pointed look, expecting quite the thank you for his efforts. It really was annoying to talk to these guys when he actually had no idea what was going on. For all he knew Nick wouldn't have a team after she came off maternity. Maybe he should go on paternity, was he allowed to do that? He had to be. He should probably speak to West about that. He wanted to be there for every second of Matthew's brand new life, what if a baby's memory was real shoddy (Martin's was, and he was a full grown adult!) and he forgot who his daddy was after a few hours? Fuuuck that!

He squirmed in his chair, trying really hard not to pull out his tie. He was bored of the party, he didn't even know why it was being held, just that their agents had recommended they make an appearance to keep up the 'feud' or whatever you wanted to call it with the United. Martin hated quidditch business and would rather just tell them to fuck off and what not but---it was Nick's career they were trying to save, not his. He wouldn't let hers get screwed over, if he could help it.

"Do you want me to rub your feet?" his always jumping mind offered.

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[info]nicoles
2011-08-14 06:26 am UTC (link)
Nicole raised an eyebrow at Martin over yet another immaculately put-together snack. Oh, this plate of food had to be high on the list of reasons she loved him. There was no way it sufficed for an entire meal, but she was sure that her stomach had nearly begun eating itself when he had come.

"So that's where you went," she mused. Well, if that was the case, she couldn't be too angry with him. It had seemed strange that most of the journalists had suddenly stopped accosting her sometime around the point she had gotten a hold of the manager for the Magpies, but considering she was having to do so much acting, she had quickly taken her mind off of the fact. It was tiring work, putting on a show with people watching and criticizing your every move. It was difficult enough to be yourself around the media, much less someone else.

Her career was worth it, though. Her career in Quidditch was everything to her, and she was willing to go through a lot of bullshit to keep it.

Clearly.

Her ears perked at her fiance's second question, but a look around the room dashed her hopes of relief for her tired feet. "I don't think that would be considered entirely polite," she told him regretfully. If she hadn't had such a long skirt to cover her faux-pas, Nick wouldn't have even taken off the heels in the first place. "But you owe me when we get home--and some Chinese take-out, because there is no way hors d'oeuvres are going to satisfy your son," Nicole told him pointedly, poking Martin in the shoulder as she did so.

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