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h o l l y ([info]hollyharpie) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2014-02-08 20:41:00


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Entry tags:adrian mattias, anya kalinnikov, danielle rookwood, donovan rookwood, grail yates, group, hamilton nott, henry wadcock, holly troy, jeremiah whitehorn, kendall broadmoor, magnolia mattias, mattie scarpin, melania comstock, michal conway lynch, nona pepper, oliver comstock, savannah davies, scarlett rabnott, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord

Hogsmeade Valentine's Spectacular! Friday, the 14th
Now, Holly was definitely not someone who enjoyed the frills and lace of Valentine's Day. Usually, she hated it, it was in the top five list of things she hated, but this year? She felt like celebrating. It had been a damn good year, and Holly was taking every opportunity to showcase the good bloody mood she'd been in. Sure, there had been its blips (McCormack owed her quite some bit), and each moment made her appreciate each and every day.

But that was the sort of sappy stuff she and her husband didn't say, so that was why she had insisted that their visit to Hogsmeade tonight was to crack jokes and judge the couples that took this holiday way too seriously.

It was turning out to not be as horrendous as one may have thought. Hogsmeade was a village on display, each store front lit up with lights, the street lamps giving off sprays of glitter and confetti as couples walked past. The different food places had set up heating spells around outside tables and counters, the aroma completely filling her every sense. The lake had turned into a beautiful ice rink, while a magical ferris wheel lit up the sky. The village had always amazed her, knowing that it was the only place in the country wizards and witches could be completely at ease with their magic outside of Hogwarts.

"Good thing they didn't let the kiddies out," Holly said, eyes catching sight of the castle in the distance. "They'd ruin the romance."

- Hogsmeade is open to all! The village streets are sort of like a Valentine's fair, hosted by Madam Puddifoot's (so you know there's some cheesy stuff).
- For some ADDED FUN, a little trickster has laced the chocolate supply with a truth serum. The amount of chocolate your character ingests, the more truthful/the longer they are under its spell. Soo...that could lead to some fun, y/y? >:D
- ALSO, for players on non British Isles teams, this is the last weekend to be home because practice for the WC starts after Valentine's Day! So get those feels out because you're shipping out!



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[info]conways
2014-02-24 07:18 pm UTC (link)
Michal's eyes widened. Surprised, and perhaps a bit alarmed, he stared at Therese in stunned silence. He could not decide which shocked him more; her physical act of barring him from retreating any further, or her words. Why was she doing this? Here, now? Had they not....?

After a few moments, Michal was able to grapple some bearings, and his astonished stupor lessened to make room for an actual response. Something from within pulled at him, and quickly he realized it was exasperation. He restrained from raising his hand to press his palm to his face and squeeze the bridge of his nose. All he wanted to do was, discreetly, go out, pick up dinner, and return home to his weeping sister, was that really too much to ask? Valentine's day was a holiday he abhorred enough, but to have this thrust upon him so unceremoniously?

"Let go of the door, Therese," Michal warned, and for the first time, in feeling quite irritated with her, glared down at her with absolute resolve. The conversation had been over, he produced the necessary niceties that went along with his responsibility for tearing their relationship apart, why was she insisting on more from him? He quickly felt like his well of guilt concerning Therese Bonaccord was drying up.

"I'm not doing this with you here."

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