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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parkin
2011-11-03 09:56 pm UTC (link)

Drake hated parties like this. It was stupid to have to go for publicity reasons. He'd rather be at home plotting pranks against erstwhile teenagers and handing out candy to the buildings' child occupants. He didn't mind dressing up, although Carys had pretty much insisted on the entirety of his outfit and Drake felt slightly naked. He did not mind being in the camera's eye or going running while shirtless, but being at a party in this outfit wasn't exactly something like that. He amused himself with his friends and watching Carys torture people with her glitter. Although Drake disapproved of her toying with or being mad about tabloid bullshit, he couldn't help the amusement that tickled him when she was genuinely being funny.

Once she was ready to rejoin his side, Drake had a butterbeer waiting for her as he sipped his own cup of cider (spiked, only a little, because anyone who was smarter than a pygmypuff would know that one simply needed a shot of rum to get through the evening without biting someone's head off). "Don't worry, you can charm the glitter to stick later and hit Dagworth for all she's got," Drake told her in his best soothing tone and turned to shield her from the rest of the room, his hand resting on her stomach protectively.

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llewellyns
2011-11-04 12:17 am UTC (link)

"Or maybe stick the arrow in her head," Carys said, sounding very much like a five-year-old who'd been sentenced to the corner for hitting her sister. Oh, what a fond memory. She frowned over the rim of her butterbeer glass as she took a long drink; it had been one of the few things during that she'd been able to stomach. If she wasn't a picky eater before, she was definitely a notorious one now. It wasn't as if she didn't want to eat, because she always felt hungry, but it felt like if it wasn't steak pizza from the tiny restaurant in Tutshill, she couldn't stomach it. What was this kid on, anyway?

Other than her weird eating behaviours (as her mood swings were pretty normal beforehand) and the no-fly zone she'd been struck with, Carys had done a pretty good job at not letting this pregnancy change her life. She wasn't constantly talking about the baby, and when the baby was due, and what the baby will be named, and who will he look like and all that new mother nonsense that she had no idea about. She and Drake had never been traditional, so why start now?

Except when he did little things like get all husband-like and try to relax her, and touch her gently, it made her head get all dizzy. Not in the bad way that she was used to, but in a new way that she was still getting used to. It was hard to accept that someone cared for her in the way she knew Drake did. Carys smirked up at him and poked the metal chest plate Drake begrudgingly wore.

"When was the last time you went trick or treating?" she mused, tilting her head as her finger traced the fake abs. Funny, she could just take this costume off and have her hands go over the real thing and that was much more entertaining.

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