the only octavius o. pepper (dinglealltheway) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-12-27 17:11:00

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adian rosenberg, adrian mattias, andrea johnson, anneliese jugson, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, billie trimble, caden flint, cassandra parkinson, charles spinnet, charlotte sweeting, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, elizabeth fortescue, elliot alderton, elphias doge, estella flint, ethan jordan, flynn wright, franziska dolohov, gabriel corner, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, henry wadcock, howell williams, iwan quigley, jake bexley, jeremiah whitehorn, kalista borgin, larkin whitby, louis bonaccord, mackenzie goldstein, magnolia mattias, mattie scarpin, max fancourt, melania comstock, michal conway lynch, miles lufkin, mirabelle jasper, miranda frobisher, nicodemo penrose, nicola scarpin, nora peakes, octavius pepper, odette boot, oliver comstock, orion sinistra, penelope fawcett, phoebe smethwyck, rachel corner, ralph frobisher, remus lupin, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, saoirse mullet, savannah davies, sebastian goldstein, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, west sumpter, william jugson, winnifred llewellyn

New Year's Eve Masquerade! For Tuesday

Octavius believed hiring someone to organise an event for him meant they would actually organise an event for him. Unfortunately, that notion proved to be a false one when the organiser left him high and dry in the middle of the month, but Octavius persevered. With the help of himself, Mira, occasionally Lottie Sweeting, and an army of lackeys, the night of the masquerade had come together as beautifully as possible.

Lottie had, for once, actually done her job, and at either entrance of the grand foyer were attendants handing out beautifully crafted half-masks to party-goers, and collecting them as people left. The ballroom was majestic and shimmering, the music was softly thrumming, the drinks were pouring, and the mood was infectious. All in all, Octavius thought, it was a satisfactory night to end a rather satisfactory year. After the chaos and excitement that had chased him all throughout 1983, he was rather happy to have had a (comparably) quiet year.

"Can you make sure Miss Warbeck is ready to begin?" he murmured to an attendant nearby who then scurried off. The Wizarding Wireless Network had, after all, promised a wonderful surprise at midnight! Octavius needed to ensure everything went perfectly.

The flash of a nearby photographer made Octavius scowl, annoyed was he at even the few press witches and wizards who had paid handsomely to be at the charity event tonight. The publicity was good, no one could deny that, and the masks concealed everyone's identity at least marginally so there was no grievous intrusion on privacy, but that didn't mean Octavius enjoyed their presence.

He rolled up the sleeve of his dress robe to check his watch, then his eyes darted back to the stage. It was five minutes to midnight! What, for heaven's sake, was Celestina Warbeck taking so long to appear onto an already dressed stage? Shaking his head agitatedly, Octavius cut through a path through the brightly coloured bodies in the mingling crowd to check on his star performer.

OOC Read this for questions, or ask me! Fluid time, so feel free to thread before/after kisses. Again, the "compulsion" to find your kissing partner kicks in 5-10 minutes before midnight and could be anything from thinking you should walk and get some punch to being mystifyingly sexually attracted to the masked stranger at your side. HAVE FUN! GO WILD ♥ AND HAPPY NEW YEAR'S MY GORGEOUS GALS.

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perfectblack
2014-01-06 11:52 pm UTC (link)

The temptation to say yes, to leave, was so overwhelming she even uttered the word aloud. Could she really? Disappear off into the night with her former schoolmate, without a word? Would she?

Because the answers weren't as readily apparent as she thought they would be, as she felt they should be, Penelope sighed and gave a small shake of her head, unprepared to reply for the time being. She closed the minute space between their upper bodies and lay her head on his shoulder, finding it a warm, safe place to breathe for a moment, if not compose her thoughts.

What had she done? What did kissing this boy mean? Surely she loved her boyfriend, surely this was not an indication of some lurking, nefarious feeling to the contrary.

Unfortunately, her head was too full of faces and lips and other unhelpful things to answer any of her questions.

"I should go," she said, lifting her head. Exhaling, her naturally straight shoulders slumped slightly as she looked from side to side, adding softly, "I should find the people I came with." Penelope knew she would have to move soon, but other than the somewhat guilty, somewhat curious stare she bestowed upon Louis, gave no indication of doing such.

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superbad
2014-01-07 01:38 am UTC (link)

Louis grinned, not having missed her initial 'yes.' He ducked his head low to whisper, almost excitedly.

"'Should,'" he repeated, hands hovering about her waist as if pushing against an invisible force. Over the past few years Louis had questioned many things that he 'should' be doing over whether or not he actually wanted them to happen. Deciding whether or not the pros outweighed the cons would have kept him from many adventures, for even misadventures counted as stories to tell. Louis held not a single regret in his life, not one that clearly jumped to mind at any rate, and asserted that fact as proof that life figured itself out whether or not you made the supposed 'right' choice.

He didn't really follow Penny's life other than she lived with Saoirse and her mad Ravenclaw friend. He assumed they were the people she'd shown up with, and he assumed that she would have put a name to anyone important that she was supposed to be getting back to. Louis really didn't know what he wanted from her other than an positive response. He didn't plan things very far ahead and he was proving that in this instance. His hand took hers and he lifted it up between them.

"It's always more fun to do things you shouldn't," Louis said, admiring her delicate hand. He felt positively drunk on the new year's air. He locked their fingers, smiling once more at her, "Wouldn't you agree, Penny Fawcett?"

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perfectblack
2014-01-07 06:41 am UTC (link)

Accepting his proposition was, entirely, absolutely, without a doubt, foolish. Penelope had people to find, people who would undoubtedly worry about her. People who, she dimly recalled, she had certainly liked better at the start of the evening than the wizard now grasping her hand. Friends, a brother, a boyfriend, all of whom had kept a careful eye on her in the last month. Leaving without a word to anyone with a boy she admittedly didn't know well was not only foolish, it was a recipe for trouble, for disaster, which was all too attracted to Penelope Fawcett.

And yet, for all Penelope knew, it was the liking everyone which got her in to trouble.

Perhaps it was foolish, but she wanted, for just one moment, to feel as if she could exert some control in her life. To just embrace one silly, stupid impulse, like a girl her age ought to be expected to do, without weighing and agonising over every good and bad aspect of it.

She did not know what would happen if she took Louis's hand, really took it, within her own. But, it would appear, she was about to find out.

Nodding, her fingers tightened their grip on his, sure yet at the same time entirely uncertain what lay in front of her, but determined to see it through. "I would."

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