the inscrutable drystan b. fawcett (brythonichero) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-02-28 21:31:00

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End of Season party! For the 3rd

Drystan did not usually consider himself a sore loser. He had experienced enough defeats in his career to understand that winning was sometimes as much luck as it was skill—the latter of which he had plenty, the former he was starting to doubt he had any. He would even go so far as to say this was one of the top seasons he'd ever played. Losing the Cup might not be such a hardship, in that light. But to lose to the team he considered the most unsportsmanlike in the League was just an insult to injury. To have lost to them for the third time in the season was, in his perfectly reasonable and justified opinion, grounds for murder.

But a lifetime sentence in Azkaban would leave behind a wife and three children who would likely be just fine without him, but he'd miss them. So mass murder was off the table for tonight, at the very least.

Press snapped pictures outside the admittedly-abandoned looking building of 23 High Street, and Drystan knew there were more inside. Entering the rundown lobby, by-passing the elevator with the out-of-order sign, they made their way up the long flight of stairs to the grand doors of the first floor landing and into the—holy Mer—

Of course, the invitation specified formal wear, but Drystan hadn't honestly been expecting a high-brow formal occasion from the Kestrels. It was a ballroom. There was emerald green positively everywhere. There was something that looked suspiciously like a string ensemble. A bar, where he fancied he would spend as much time as possible, was in the corner. Platters with hors d'oeuvres and glass flutes zoomed by. Having stopped moving, wearing a stupefied expression, Bess had to tug his arm to get him to continue his stride.

"Hell," he muttered, pulling a grim face at the ostentatious yet somehow tasteful décor. Lifting their linked hands, he kissed the back of hers while surveying the spectacle before him.

"Five minutes? Five minutes isn't too soon."

ooc: Quidditch players/personnel + their guests! BLACK TIE! Party is on the first floor in this cool but creepy rundown building. Have fun! :D

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Holly :*

nott_hamilton
2012-03-05 02:38 pm UTC (link)

Theo would have you believe that nothing in his relationship with Holly had changed since he suggested they get married and she didn't oppose the idea, but then he'd have you believing a lie. If anything, they had become even more domestic than before, or he was just now noticing how domestic they had become. Either way, things had changed. Theo didn't even have to find out this event himself, Holly had practically invited him to come. Not that he minded, it certainly saved him the hassle of using his resources from work to find out when and where this party was going to be held.

Although, making it to the party was exponentially harder, as it was difficult for Theo to justify walking out the door when he could keep her looking that beautiful all to himself right there in the flat. Why even bother leaving to go to the party when they both knew they were going to end the night right back where they started. What was the point of the middle when Theo was already guaranteed to take her home, but he was smart enough to keep that opinion to himself. That and he owed it to her to at least try and have a good time when it didn’t involve spending half the time convincing her that he was her date. He supposed that was part of a healthy adult relationship, they changed and grew as you went along or something stupid along those lines.

It was strange escorting Holly to this event, walking in to the ballroom together had strange (but not unwelcome) feel to it. It didn’t take him long to realized this could be just as fun too as he looked around at the other couples, easily settling into an internal monologue of judgement. Obviously he had the honor of escorting the classiest lady of the bunch. “I still haven’t quite figured out how the Kestrels qualified as a professional team, let alone win the championship.”

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hollyharpie
2012-03-05 08:49 pm UTC (link)

Things were going to be different, but only so much that Holly didn't mind it. She'd agreed to marriage, which was much more official and serious sounding than 'boyfriend and girlfriend' which she loathed. Maybe that's why any of her past 'suitors' had never gotten very far, they'd always wanted to be labeled in these titles that didn't mean anything. Theo had gotten to the point, and Holly appreciated it.

She also had every intention to show off her engagement ring, as it was much bigger than the one Willow had received last year, and she definitely was not pregnant. It was all around a better situation than the now re-instated captain of the Harpies had been in. Bless Fairburn's soul, but Holly was a Slytherin through and through and she'd never be able to beat out the competitive side of her.

Being someone's wife had never been a true thought of Holly's, but she had grown used to the idea of relying on Theo and all those other things that came along with being in a relationship. She was also very much in love with his son, and what luck! She would now be able to be a mother without actually having to sit a season out, and the boy was splendid. Really, she couldn't have asked for anything better.

"Do not remind me as to why we're actually here," Holly drawled, but her arm remained firmly looped through his, "The Kestrels are full of dumb luck and I do not wish to catch any of it." Though she eyed the cup with great desire, Holly would rather be banned from flying than admit any sort of jealousy toward the champion squad.

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nott_hamilton
2012-03-07 09:57 pm UTC (link)

"No, we can't have that. Forgive me." Theo said simply leading her past the photographers granting them a glance. They had be careful before to avoid just such things before but now Holly didn't seem to mind so much. And at that thought Theo's lips quirked up.

He let his gaze follow Holly's over to the cup. He'd offer to steal it for her, or find a way guarantee that she win it next year, (there were ways) but he was quite sure she only wanted it if won fair and square. Unfortunate, it would have been fun, though it was definitely something he admired about her.

"Would you like to dance? Or perhaps a drink first. The bar seems to be full of bitter people waiting to be mocked."

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