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nora m. peakes ([info]melindicate) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2013-10-27 23:23:00


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Entry tags:adian rosenberg, arista sykes, caradoc dearborn, charles spinnet, charlotte sweeting, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, galvin gudgeon, giada dorny, glenda prewett, graeme dorny, greta catchlove, group, howell williams, jake bexley, kalista borgin, larkin whitby, louis bonaccord, matthew summerby, nona pepper, nora peakes, octavius pepper, oliver comstock, penelope fawcett, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, saoirse mullet, seth wadcock

Halloween Haunted Castle Event! Open to Everyone!
While she wasn't particularly keen on parties, she was set on saving wildlife. Everyone else seemed to rake in the galleons by throwing large events, no matter the scandals that erupted from them, so why couldn't they? Nora had conservatory's committee for quite some time now, and being the youngest by a good forty years, had devised this plan as a new and fresh way of funding. It helped greatly that she had friends that had access to some of the best party planners (or that she could twist Charlie Spinnet's ear until he helped her out), and things seemed to have turned out well. So far.

For the brave at heart, there was a grand maze that made its way throughout the haunted castle. Guests would be offered clues to get themselves to the ballroom, and if they were truly lost (as Nora was sure was to occur), for just a small donation (it's for charity), any money dropped into a clue box would light up a blue path down the correct route to lead the way out. With all the Gryffindors that Nora had put on the guest list, she was sure they were going to triple their goal.

There was a simpler route than the maze, which was simply to walk through the double doors to the dance floor. Nora was currently wavering between the two, having run out of pamphlets to give out at the front entrance therefore giving her no excuse to join the festivities. She felt rather exposed, as Delilah had stolen her cloak, and when someone tapped her shoulder she jumped nearly a foot in the air.

"Bloody hell!" she let out, spinning around. "You scared the life out of me!"



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Halloween just isn't their thing is it?
[info]flower
2013-10-30 04:50 am UTC (link)
Rose let out a long breath, her brow furrowing in slight worry. Only slight worry was necessary, for she was only slightly lost. Or, more accurately, slightly separated from Kendall, because he had been just in front of her moments ago.

Well, more like fifteen minutes ago. But she had stayed put, thinking maze logic would eventually lead Kendall to back to her. That thought wasn't working very well, was it? Another, tired, sigh escaped her as it was quickly becoming clear Rose was now on her own.

At least the maze had proved to be relatively harmless thus far. Plus, she was the goddess of wisdom, wasn't she? With her shield, her mind, and her loyal owl perched on her shoulder, she would undoubtably make it out of here unscathed. Rose felt quite confident about this assumption, and even still after she ran out of treats and her owl decided to leave her for better dining options. She couldn't blame him, it was prime hunting tonight.

Rounding a corner, the sight before her evoked a sigh of relief within Rose. "Thomas!" she let out easily, recognizing the robes of that disbanded quidditch team he had dressed up in. She hadn't know he was exploring the maze as well, and as she reached to touch his back, she thought of asking how long he had been in here, or if he had seen anyone else (she had seen no one for quite a while)--

Rose's voice caught in her throat as her gaze met a pair of misted eyes settled in a gaunt face. This wasn't-- it was--- a tight fear immediately clenched her insides so deeply that her feet felt hexed to the ground. Inferi Thomas was an---

Her heart sputtered, full of confusion and terror. How-- but--- her worst fear, her deepest fear--- the dead-looking Thomas lunged at her, swiping toward her free arm. A blood-curdling scream escaped her lips before she had time to think much further, and eyes full of tears she stumbled back. More inferi were collecting now, more faces she recognized, or at least it appeared to be that way, and too paralyzed with fear Rose felt unable to reach for her wand, let alone do much else but continue to trip backwards.

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[info]dinglealltheway
2013-11-03 07:38 pm UTC (link)
As Charlie, Delilah, Nora, and Mira had prior commitment for the night of All Hallow's Eve, Octavius had recruited his brother (Septimus) and sister (Tertia) to accompany him inside the maze that led to the party. The idea had been excellent in theory, but as Octavius now wandered alone with his glasses askew and several Gobstones light (they had made handy weapons), the idea lacked a certain something in execution.

Having outrun a swarm of something that looked horribly like scarab beetles, Octavius slowed to a stop as soon as he felt safe, and doubled over, resting his hands on his knees as he breathed in deeply. After a few minutes had passed and he could breathe without fear of passing out again, he straightened and sought to journey on.

Until the blood-curdling shriek.

The majority of the fibres of his beings had him turning away, but what if the shrieker had lost her wand? Octavius didn't think anyone would die in this maze (well, not for very long, anyway), but there were certainly some fearsome scares. He hurried in the direction of the whimpers, growing fainter, until he saw a woman sprawled on the ground. As he neared it, he saw—was that Thomas McCormack?

Except he looked quite—dead. Octavius's confusion rose as he took in the costume of the other wizard, and his eyes fell once again on the woman on the floor. He stilled very suddenly, because was that—was that R

Before he could even complete the thought, Thomas's head jerked up in his direction, and suddenly fur sprouted across his face. He hunched over violently, and Octavius realised he was shifting into something—he was—it was—

THAT WAS A BOGGART!

The beast hadn't even finished transforming into whatever horror Octavius thought it would assume, and his heartbeat was already trippling. He fumbled for his wand immediately, half-swearing and half-whimpering himself.

What was it, why couldn't he remember the bloody charm to— "Ruh-rid-Rriddikulus!"

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[info]flower
2013-11-04 05:32 am UTC (link)
Fear had clouded her perspective, and it was with an unsteady shudder that Rose pushed her back up against the grass hedges. It felt so real, the terror spreading through her veins made her feel weak, and in that moment, all she felt she could do was wait until the Thomas Inferi descended upon her.

But, when that in fact did not happen, Rose unclenched her grip on herself. Her limbs felt alive again, her heart returned to a relatively normal beating pace. She even opened her eyes and wiped them clear in time to watch Thomas morph into... was that a niffler in an undersized ballerina costume? With wings? A stifled laugh got stuck in her throat, but it felt too thick to move up and outward, so instead it settled as a tear-filled hiccup.

And then, it occurred to her. A boggart, of course! How could she have been so daft? What she saw couldn't really have been real, Thomas had become far too enwrapped concerning the future of the quidditch cup to allow something as trivial as death stop him from winning. Holding tightly onto this thought, Rose shakily produced her wand, and as forcefully as possible copied Octavius'---

OCTAVIUS?!

Her stomach dropped, her eyes widened, and out of the tip of Rose's wand fell a confusingly awkward display of red sparks. Octavius, Octavius, what was he doing here, out of all the people in the entire world, in this entire party it had been him the one to answer her utterly horrifying display, and now---

The arm with her wand dropped, and with a gapping expression she stared at him. Were there two boggarts now? "Octavius?" she let out weakly, any attention that may have been directed at ensuring the boggart was finished now completely directed on her ex-boyfriend before her.

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[info]dinglealltheway
2013-11-04 06:19 am UTC (link)
As much as the presence of the boggart had clouded his mind, the one thing it had not done was produce the hallucination of Rose. She was, in fact, quite real and sat (rather than lay sprawled, which was an improvement) on the ground, looking like…well, probably a mirror image of his own expression.

"Hullo," he said awkwardly. His eyes fell to his wand, which he stashed hastily in his pocket, and then he looked back at his ex-girlfriend. Belatedly, he realised she was still on the ground, and hurried to extend his hand to her to help her up.

After having just banished a Boggart, it was probably not the most ideal time to realise that your ex-girlfriend who had, some debated, cheated on him, looked absolutely stunning, while he himself was dressed as one of the biggest nerds in the history of the United Kingdom. But a lot of his history with Rose happened to be the opposite of ideal, as it were.

The fact that she had been screaming on the ground a moment ago was a cold comfort, since she had just been faced with the frightening realistic dead Thomas, her best friend, and had a realistic fear, unlike the idea of mummified Nifflers he was probably in part responsible for the deaths of.

"You look—I—that was—" He took a deep breath because he could not stop his mouth from moving. "I mean—are you all right?"

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[info]flower
2013-11-04 03:35 pm UTC (link)
She was going to throw up. Rose already could feel the bile gathering in the back of her throat, and there was no way in stopping it, only temporarily postponing it. Yes, truly, it was a trying effort on her part to withhold herself, only made more difficult with every passing second that Octavius stood before her, holding his hand out for her to grasp. Surely, surely this was another trick, did boggarts work like that? No, of course they did not, because when it came to reality, it was always much scarier than anything else.

Her face heated up significantly as she lingered on the ground for a few more moments. How utterly lovely she must have looked, sprawled across the ground like a whimpering fool. Yes, exactly the kind of message she had hoped to send him after all these months. Any strength that had returned to her earlier quickly vanished again, so it was with a shaky and tentative grip that she took Octavius' hand.

"I--" Her attempt at speech was just as astounding as her current wit, perception of reality, and internal balance. Rose nodded her head quickly, using the time to swallow down as much anxiety as she could. "Thank you," she murmured, gaze lowered. She certainly could not look him in the eye, so instead took it upon herself to glance around this maze of horrors (that had suddenly become suspiciously empty). Nothing, and no one, had shown up besides Octavius, leaving them alone in this dark corner.

"I don't---" Rose looked down, and realized she had yet to unclench her death grip on Octavius's hand. She hastily released him. "I don't know what I was thinking."

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[info]dinglealltheway
2013-11-09 11:41 pm UTC (link)
He was unable to lift his gaze from the hand of his she'd been clinging to, wondering when the last time he had Rose Knightley was. Immediately, of course, this very day last year came to mind, and of the heated words they'd exchanged, and Octavius was promptly nauseated. Then he remembered that no, there had been an evening last November that she had come by his house…

"Probably that you were going to die," Octavius said matter-of-factly, jamming his hands in his pockets and rattling the Gobstones that sat in their depths, reminding him once again of his moronic costume. He had a name tag on and people still asked him who Roderick Kegg—he glanced down at the badge on his chest and quickly amended, Roland Kegg—was. What had he been thinking, to put on this get up?

Right, Octavius had thought it would be ironic.

Moronic, ironic. A mix-up was understandable.

"I've, er—run into one of those things once at the station," he muttered, eyes darting in the direction of the banished Boggart. "If you're not ready for them, there's a lot of pants-wetting involved." Gaze flashing back to her, Octavius stumbled to quickly say, "Not for you, I meant me. I mean—"

Wincing only minimally, he rubbed the back of his neck in slight agony. "Can we—pretend I didn't say that? You look nice. Are you sure you're all right?"

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[info]flower
2013-11-18 04:43 pm UTC (link)
Rose blinked blankly, finding that Octavius' manner of speech to be far too fast for her crawling mind. Her lips parted and her jaw unhinged slightly, establishing a wonderfully dumb expression for Octavius when he finally turned back to look at her expectantly. Had he just mentioned wetting his pants? And was he-- her eyes squinted to read the small name tag on his chest. Roland Kegg? And she needn't be reminded of the fact that all of this was taking place in the middle of a surprisingly terrifying maze of supposed entertainment...

Right. This was a completely normal occurrence. Abruptly being terrified out of your wit's end to only be saved by your ex-boyfriend that you hadn't seen in over a year that was, of course, charmingly polite as always (when he wasn't breaking her heart) even while talking about... unwanted releases of body liquids. Yes, totally run of the mill, other people had experiences like this all the time.

Oh, and couldn't forget the tiny fact that she was currently dating the one wizard that she had, to put politely, a bit of relations with during her and Octavius' very messy, confusing, and drawn-out break up!

Yes. There was that too. Couldn't miss that.

A nervous laugh escaped her.

"I'm sure the paralyzing fear still coursing through my body won't let me remember much else than it from this evening." Her words were painfully produced, so Rose tried very hard to strengthen her feeble smile. "But I will---" She looked down at her hands now, unable to watch Octavius straight-on anymore. Her fingers played with the folds of her dress. "I'll be fine thanks to you."

And, because he had said it first and she couldn't leave the compliment unaddressed, "You look nice yourself." Rose paused, then quickly blurted before she could think much of it, "I don't know who Roland Kegg is."

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[info]dinglealltheway
2014-01-16 03:51 am UTC (link)
Right, no, of course she wouldn't. Any remaining shred of confidence and swagger Octavius had previously had concerning his costume withered away into nothing.

"English Gobstones… guy, he's not really," Octavius fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to reconcile the leftover adrenaline from what very well could have been a near-death situation to currently wishing he had dressed snazzier. "Had a lot of his Chocolate Frog card, so I thought—"

Octavius wasn't entirely sure what he thought, or at least what he thought he could admit to Rose in order to seem even a modicum as cool as he might have appeared to her when they had been dating, or friends, or dating, when the sound of footsteps approaching from around the hedge caused him to start.

Fearing the worst, that it may well be another Boggart, or some other monstrous creature of the same ilk, Octavius, not thinking, seized Rose's hand and began to haul him behind her when the most horrible sound echoed into the ominous, dark night.

"BEURK!"

An aggrieved spat of unintelligible garble followed the exclamation, and then:, "Rose, I cannot reach my wand, you must—cette substance gluante what is the word, this—sleem, it has—"

Octavius froze in the midst of brandishing his wand yet bracing himself from an attack, finding himself staring at a monstrosity walking towards him that both struck fear in his heart yet caused him to wonder about several things. Since when could he see Thestrals? Secondly, since when did Thestrals speak in a—french, was it?—accent, and thirdly, why was Rose on speaking terms with a French spectre of death?

But as the skeletal horse drew closer, Octavius realised a hood of some sort, or an enchantment, was pushed aside and a head of shocky blonde hair revealed itself, until—

"Oh." Trying not to blanch, Octavius dropped Rose's hand as if it were a hot coal and made to step far, far away. "I didn't—know it was him—you, I didn't—know."

Axebanger Brookstanton, looking nearly as deadly as death itself in spite of the dull green goop staining the entire left side of his body, stared at him in mild confusion before turning his annoyingly smoldering yet somehow beseeching look on Rose. "You must help me," he said.

Not even a please. Octavius tried not to gape, or stare, or yell loudly and tear at his hair, but it was a trial. Could this possibly be the worst night of his life? Were the Fates conspiring to absolutely ruin him? WAS ROSE HERE WITH AXEBANGER BROOKSTANTON?

…Were they— Octavius had to swallow air thrice to be able to say the words even to himself. Were they here together?

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[info]flower
2014-01-23 05:45 am UTC (link)
She must....?

The bile which Rose thought she had so properly put under control reared an ugly head, and she found herself struggling to control it (or anything, for that matter) in light of the scene unfolded before her. Out of fear of releasing her insides out onto her feet, Rose stood as if hit by a freezing charm; one had still lamely extended out toward Octavius, pleading with him to not worry (or look at what was coming), while her spine twisted uncomfortably for a proper gaze over her shoulder at Axe, who looked like a baby dragon had sneezed all over one side of his body. Her jaw dropped slightly ajar, and not really able to focus on any one thing, her brain trickled forward in thought.

Where had he--- how had he--- how was it possible that out of all the places in existence, in the world, she had found herself here, sandwiched between the two people that she had hoped, prayed, would never be in the same vicinity of each other? What had she done, what Fate had felt it so appropriate to throw her the last fifteen minutes of her life? This maze was awful, Halloween was awful, why did she continue to bother with this retched holiday?

Moments began to tick by, and Rose realized she could not put off reacting much longer. Her shoulders dropped as her hand flattened to press significantly against her stomach. It had begun to burn an acidic consumption, and before she knew it, the uneasy adrenaline running through her veins from the boggart mixed with the deep anxiety forming as to how to even remotely thread through this exchange properly, and resulted in a less-than-ideal outcome. She leaned forward and went to cover her mouth with one of her hands.

Turning away vaguely from the both of them, Rose suddenly retched forward, the remnants of her sparse dinner falling out onto the ground. Her throat burned as she threw up, her head screamed, but at least, at least it provided something else to focus on than the two wizards behind her? She hacked out a couple coughs, and closed her eyes tightly.

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