h e n r y (fictitious) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-10-28 19:25:00

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adamina greengrass, carys llewellyn, charles spinnet, drake parkin, group, hamilton nott, heidi twilfit, henry wadcock, mirabelle jasper, noah boot, odette boot, rupert brookstanton, sarah stebbins, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, timothy greengrass, violet voltaire

Halloween Gala - Open to All! for the 31st

Henry had shaken more hands tonight than he had in his entire career as a quidditch agent. It seemed like everyone was in agreement; the charity was a great idea and this fundraiser was turning out to be a huge success. Henry was the first to turn the talk to his brother, telling those who approached him that Seth was the mind behind it all, but apparently his brother had been boasting the exact opposite, and Henry was receiving praise he didn't normally receive.

It could really make a bloke feel like a million galleons, to tell you the truth.

Standing at a corner of the dance floor to get a good view of things, Henry felt someone slink particularly close to him and he smiled down at his glowing girlfriend. While it had taken Henry about a week to be able to talk normally without a stutter after Heidi had revealed the news, he was now brimming with pride in just about all aspects of his life.

"Are you having a good time?" he asked, putting a hand to her lower back. Henry had been scolded to not fret as much, so he refrained from asking if she was tired and needed to sit, or go home! He'd go home if she wished. "The band should be starting up again soon."

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incharge
2011-10-31 01:26 am UTC (link)

Of all the events he had been forced into attending, this was certainly the best of them. This Cupid (or Eros, as he suggestively corrected to inquiring women) idea was proving to be quite brilliant. And, Axe smugly thought, there were few men with the physique of confidence to pull off a minute toga and wings. But given the number of times his arse had been pinched, grabbed, or squeezed (thank you, Carys Llewellyn), he was taking it to mean he had both. In spades. Ladies.

And only part of it was due to him being able to shoot arrows at people all night. Arrows dipped in a mild love potion. Causing mass confusion the number of times he'd chosen to deploy the real arrows. All right, most of his pleasure in being here derived from shooting people. Carys and he obsessing over the Arrows' spell had certainly paid off. Even if the Kestrel manager had huffily noted that Axe's aim needed some work, which he naturally agreed with. It had been horrifically embarrassing, watching the IAQ chairwizard go tearing after that poor fledgling reporter gal, right in front of his own wife.

Just dreadful.

He scanned the crowd, crowing quietly to himself as Dimitrov stepped into his view. Le con had instigated a brawl with him on the field, for which Axe had been called on. Management and the IAQ had not been pleased, he remembered, cocking his arrow to just the right angle before letting it sail. Going, going, and… success! He smirked to himself when he saw Dimitrov flinch at the pin-prick to his shoulder blade and the ensuing madness.

Sighing with contentment, he turned to his side in a rare moment of joviality. "I just love Halloween, don't y—" he paused and his smirk grew. "Healer Bonaccord."

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alongday
2011-10-31 11:34 am UTC (link)

She'd been parting the crowd all night. Therese had decided that she was going to ignore all things French and pay a bit more attention to her mother's side of the family, and had donned a costume to make any Irish woman even greener with envy. Cliodna, the first suspected animagus, was not only a brilliant witch, but in the Celtic culture, also the goddess of beauty. Wizards believed she could turn into a sea bird, while muggles said she took form of the waves crashing against the beach.

Therese's gown was appropriate for the medieval ages, the top half being white that slowly morphed into a sea green, the hem of the dress curling like the waves of the ocean, its color changing with each step. Her hair was curled, with streaks of thin black and white feathers mingled in between. She felt as powerful as the ancient witch and was glad for the feeling; it had been a pathetic past few weeks for the witch. Therese turned towards the voice, the bird that she had conjured to float about landed prettily on her shoulder after being scared away by Rupert's arrow.

She'd dismissed the man from his therapy sessions to avoid getting fired for her misconduct, but from the latest news of a tussle with Dimitrov (whom Rupert was currently attacking with arrows), Therese felt her instincts take alarm.

"Do you really think that's the brightest of ideas?" she said, her eyebrows rising. Her make up was light and delicate, focusing on colors that would make her eyes seem even brighter than usual.

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incharge
2011-11-01 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Ignoring the comment for the moment, he circled her in a manner that was not altogether lascivious, nor unlike a predatory stalk. "Well, well," he mused. "Of course, you do nothing by halves." She did seem the fastidious sort. It was amusing to him that the both times he'd seen her, a witch who gave the impression of utter poise to within an inch of her life, were at moments where she seemed just the opposite. Perhaps unfoundedly so, Axe believed this gave him a view of her character not many people happened upon. That was the sort of information he enjoyed possessing, as one never knew how it might be spun in their favor. Tonight, however, she was in her full possession of self, and regal with it.

"And this," he rattled the quiver strapped to his back and gestured with the bow, "is not only a bright but a brilliant idea." Stepping close to her side, he leaned into her ear and asked, "Anyone you want me to shoot for you, chère?" His smile was guileless, but for the hidden smirk which crinkled the skin around his eyes.

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alongday
2011-11-03 10:42 pm UTC (link)

Therese was very good at getting the once-over. Some girls grew offended by the casual leering some men placed upon them, but if you were getting a look, that meant you'd gone out and prepared wanting to get a look. Therse had no problems with men's eyes, it was their hands that were not allowed to rake themselves over her body. So she stood, chin up with a slight smirk on her face as Rupert came around her. He'd already seen her at her worse, why deny him at what could be considered her best?

A light flutter of her eyes was all she gave in response, her eyes continuing to focus on Dimitrov and the poor soul that he had been thrust upon. The man was a beast in that fashion on his own, who knew what kind of trouble these little arrows would cause. Hopefully whoever ended up being his target was quick, or threw a mighty punch.

Her eyes scanned over Rupert's bow and her lips pursed in thought. She really, really shouldn't. She had clients here, there could be pictures taken of her choosing Rupert's next victim. It would be really terrible to ruin someone's night this way. Therese felt the Slytherin rage up inside of her, urged on by her inner Celtic goddess. Her hand went out casually, one finger going to Rupert's chin to point him in the right direction.

"McCormack," she said simply. That bloke needed some excitement, even if he was superficial and brought on maliciously by his sworn enemy. Therse's smirk grew and she tossed her hair.

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incharge
2011-11-03 11:45 pm UTC (link)

Axe, too, watched the delightfully unpalatable scene unfold, gleeful when a goblet of pumpkin juice was thrown in Dimitrov's face, the object of his crazed affection storming out of the room. Of course, he considered his behavior that night as being on his very best. Certainly, there was trouble and misbehaving, but it wasn't him doing it… only that he lent a bit of a helping hand, really. And over the course of the evening, he'd only shot six of the love-tipped arrows, a little treat for himself for every pleasant conversation he suffered through without a barb, every reporter-fielded question without a punch, every half hour that passed without him wanting to wrap the laurel wreath around his neck and pull very hard, and so on.

"Music to my ears." His mouth quirked up automatically at her response, having half-expected Therese to lecture then quite possibly drag him off by the ear to the nearest disciplinarian. Not that he couldn't find half of that scenario intriguing, but having just been given the go ahead to turn Thomas McCormack, asshole extraordinaire, into a lovesick goon for the rest of the night from his therapist, Axe was perfectly pleased with the answer. He deeply wished the man's ex-fiancée was present tonight, but she'd somehow announced her disinterest with the sport after finding her name struck off several invite lists of the bigger events of the season…

"Better hope you're not in his line of sight, mon chou, or that's another patient you'll need transferred," he said tongue-in-cheek as he nocked the arrow and aimed, pulling the bowstring back just as McCormack stepped right into his path and firing, watching his handiwork sail through the crowd to meet its target.

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alongday
2011-11-05 10:00 pm UTC (link)

"I only removed myself from your case because allowed myself to behave inappropriately in front of you," she said quickly, though it was more out of embarrassment and the risk of Rupert using it against her. Therese would rather lose one of her star clients than be pulled through the ringer by her supervisors, or even worse, the tabloids. She had seen how the rags could ruin people's lives, and she had no desire to simply give them the ammo they so desired. "There was nothing sexual about my decision."

She felt her ears burn immediately; sometimes Therese wondered why it was so hard for her to turn off her clinical tone once it was turned on. Instead of blanching at her words like her body had been struck to do, she kept her eyes solidly on McCormack. Therese watched as a lovestruck gaze lit up his face, but then he disappeared into the crowd. If she was a good therapist (though choosing her patient as one of Rupert's victims was probably not a very good thing to do), she would watch to see what inner most desires were brought out of him, but Therese decided that the man was in need of some random romance.

Therese turned back to Rupert with a nod of approval. Her brows furrowed however, "Did you get lost in your arrow-shooting fun? I would not have expected you to stay around this long."

Maybe he was babysitting his team mates, because Merlin knew they needed the help.

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