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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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2014-01-16 02:00 am UTC (link)
There was an indisputable rightness to their touch, even so many years later, which brought a fresh wave of tears to her eyes. How did four years change everything and nothing all at once? There never would be a future between them… would there?

Nona had been so sure of that fact just moments ago, but looking into his eyes, being wholly unable to turn away, had her questioning her certainty.

"I—yes, but—" Ollie was so persuasive, so reasonable, her head spun in confusion as to why she could not be the same, "I don't—I don't…"

His words wrapped her up in a warm, safe feeling, and for just a moment she saw… something. Two people curled up beneath the covers at night. Two places at the table. A study crammed with books of poetry and music and art crammed between volumes of magical theories and Muggle science. She imagined all these things in a daze, but it was the image of a small head bent over, covered with dark curls, that had her starting in his arms.

"I need time," she said softly, though panic began to rise in the back of her throat. Those warm, wonderful, reassuring words she wanted to believe beyond all measure, she couldn't trust them. Nona knew, she felt very strongly, that Oliver had no ill-intention toward her, but it felt like a trap nonetheless. "I need—some time, to think about all of this. I don't… I don't know what to do. I know how I feel but it's not—it's not so easy. Please."

Nona broke away suddenly, as if she was afraid his touch might burn her. She backed away as she pleaded, "Time. You have to give me that."

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