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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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[info]catchthislove
2013-11-09 11:24 pm UTC (link)
Heart still pounding, Greta lowered her wand from its ready stance and looked quickly about for signs of any other creepy-crawlies, stomach momentarily twisting at the arachnid innards splayed about them. Turning her attention back to Jake, she tilted her head and studied Jake seriously.

"Yeah," she said, nose wrinkling as she tried not to laugh, "yeah, 'm afraid so."

Careful to avoid any of the acid green mucous, she raised herself slightly on her tiptoes and patted an unblemished spot of his helmet. "My hero," she said sincerely, beaming at him. Simply because a witch had the ability dispense of a huge, unnatural, unsightly, furry beast with eight legs with minimal screaming did not by any stretch of the imagination meant she had any desire to.

"It looks like we're safe for now, do you want me to hose you off?" She raised her wand voluntarily. "My aim is probably better than yours is from here. Unless you want to strip, of course."

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[info]auroared
2013-11-11 02:49 am UTC (link)
He could actually see stars, whether it be from being blinded by the spell or the loveliness of Greta's voice, Jake wasn't sure. His chest swelled with pride as she dubbed him her hero. A hero! Jake's head swirled; he'd wanted to be a hero all his life, from when he was a little boy battling the dragons and monsters of his imagination. The memories were blurry, images of metal helmets made out of tin pans and his brother refusing to play along swirled in his head.

His inner joy about being Greta's hero completely diffused into sheer---panic? Was it panic he was feeling, as she suggested he strip his clothes? Strip, she--should he? It--that would mean---Jake was far from ready to be half naked in front of her, in front of anyone, but in front of Greta especially, even if it wasn't--It would be easier to take the costume off (but he did rather like wearing it), he couldn't possibly---

It was quite suddenly very, very hot, and Jake pulled his helmet off quickly, holding it to his chest. What would Ollie tell him to do in this situation? Greta could not have possibly meant her words as anything but innocent, as she was a lady, therefore this feeling was brought on solely on his own. Ollie would tell him to---relax. His healer would tell him to calm himself. He got riled up easily, often for no reason, he had to learn to bring himself back down.

"A soldier needs his armor," he said, hoping his voice didn't sound too strained. Jake gave his head a little shake as the heat of his face caused him to look away from her. "Not something you'd like to see, besides."

Jake winced; that brain-to-mouth filter his brother was constantly harassing him about seemed to be on the fritz.

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[info]catchthislove
2013-11-22 02:20 am UTC (link)
While the cheeky nature of her words hadn't escaped her, Greta thought very little of them and their effect. The fact was, the occasional outrageous word or phrase sometimes fell unthinkingly out of her mouth, and the people who knew her well had generally come to accept this about her (though merciless teasing often followed). Of course, the thought never once occurred to her that Jake did not, in fact, know her very well at all, so she merely appeared very scandalous.

"I'm sure I've seen worse," she said cheerfully, wholly unaware of the turmoil she had raised in her male companion. In fact, her only focus was on their ominous surroundings, and her strong desire to escape the danger of the maze and get to the centre. So she instead pointed to the left and said, "There, the way out is definitely through there!"

Then hurried with him in tow (in essence, lugging Jake by the wrist so he had very little say in the matter) towards the promised path to the wild revelry of the party that surely awaited them there.

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