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g ↔ f ↔ ρ ([info]chickidy) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2012-05-20 18:21:00


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Entry tags:andrea johnson, edward pennifold, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, group, jeremiah whitehorn, marissa macfusty, mirabelle jasper, rose knightley, seth wadcock, victoria cadwallader

PARTAYY ~ OPEN TO ALL
Glenda pressed her lips together to produce a small laugh, brushing the old wizard's shoulder in front of her in a warm manner as he laughed at his joke. It was a rather amusing story about a niffler and a mackled malaclaw, but the night was starting to wear her down. Any WWN party, whether it be under the façade of a birthday bash or not, was always apart of the public relations machine. Tonight was certainly no exception, though it did give her an excuse to wander (and drink) as much as she pleased. Under that pretense, she gave a quick pat to her new acquaintance and walked off before he had a chance to contest.

There was also this aging business that she couldn't help avoid either. Turning older when she already felt ancient was a strange feeling; it felt doubly so every time another announced her general youth. Twenty-three and already so popular! Twenty-three with such a name! Twenty-three, what a bright future laid ahead! They all conveniently forgot to realize that she was still twenty-two, and really nothing of their kind words made any sense to her, but what could she do if they wanted to tell her these things? It was good that she had perfect her smiling and nodding years ago.

This party wasn't all that bad, honestly. The WWN had actually invited some of her old friends, in addition to people she was sure she had never met in her life, but that didn't bother her. It was.... nice. And a bit frightening. Well, frightening for the prospect of one person, which Glenda still wasn't sure if she was actively or passively avoiding after all these months without knowledge of whether or not he was even here... it did not matter! She was an adult. They were adults, there was no reason why---

Merlin he was here. There he was! Was she losing feeling in her legs? Feeling very much caught, Glenda stood frozen, even unable to think of going about executing a quick get away. Maybe he wouldn't see her, or felt just as awful as she had been feeling and would continue to prolong their eventual remeeting! That was a pretty awful thing to say about your best friend, wasn't it?


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Octavius!
[info]flower
2012-05-21 02:44 am UTC (link)
In her heart, Rose hadn't an ounce of interest in attending this party. Her sickening fear of further Catapults punishment had effectively curbed any appeal that there had ever been in going out to be seen in public, an event like this with so many cameras was an anxiety-inducing sight. So many opportunities for there to be some incriminating picture, despite her lack of incriminating actions... but there really wasn't anything she could do about that. Eerily similar to her unstable job position, yes?

A depressing, heavy feeling sank deep in Rose's stomach at that last thought, her internal admittance of her all-but-official forgoing left her feeling dark. She did have her teammates and her friends, who had been energetically supportive about all this, to thank, but now it just felt useless. And more stressful. It had gotten to a point where she wasn't really sure what panicked her more, Carys helpful yells across the pitch, or the very ominous blacked-out management box high in the sky.

But, in the end, no matter how green she felt tonight, Rose did not want to force Octavius to attend alone, or worse, upset him more than she repeatedly had in the past few weeks. It was not hard, after her long periods of recent self-reflection, to realize, or at least feel, that she had been a rather inattentive and selfish girlfriend as of late, which made her feel worse--- it was all changing, everything was changing. And, yes. So she was going to deal with it, continue to deal with all this, and be good and not--- dumb.

"So tell me more about this invigorating hippogriff race," Rose prompted, taking the time to wrap her arm around his as they walked through the room. She had seldom left Octavius' side the night so far, and doubted she could if she tried.

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