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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]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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