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


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Entry tags: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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[info]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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[info]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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