28 February 1983 @ 09:31 pm
End of Season party! For the 3rd  
Drystan did not usually consider himself a sore loser. He had experienced enough defeats in his career to understand that winning was sometimes as much luck as it was skill—the latter of which he had plenty, the former he was starting to doubt he had any. He would even go so far as to say this was one of the top seasons he'd ever played. Losing the Cup might not be such a hardship, in that light. But to lose to the team he considered the most unsportsmanlike in the League was just an insult to injury. To have lost to them for the third time in the season was, in his perfectly reasonable and justified opinion, grounds for murder.

But a lifetime sentence in Azkaban would leave behind a wife and three children who would likely be just fine without him, but he'd miss them. So mass murder was off the table for tonight, at the very least.

Press snapped pictures outside the admittedly-abandoned looking building of 23 High Street, and Drystan knew there were more inside. Entering the rundown lobby, by-passing the elevator with the out-of-order sign, they made their way up the long flight of stairs to the grand doors of the first floor landing and into the—holy Mer—

Of course, the invitation specified formal wear, but Drystan hadn't honestly been expecting a high-brow formal occasion from the Kestrels. It was a ballroom. There was emerald green positively everywhere. There was something that looked suspiciously like a string ensemble. A bar, where he fancied he would spend as much time as possible, was in the corner. Platters with hors d'oeuvres and glass flutes zoomed by. Having stopped moving, wearing a stupefied expression, Bess had to tug his arm to get him to continue his stride.

"Hell," he muttered, pulling a grim face at the ostentatious yet somehow tasteful décor. Lifting their linked hands, he kissed the back of hers while surveying the spectacle before him.

"Five minutes? Five minutes isn't too soon."



ooc: Quidditch players/personnel + their guests! BLACK TIE! Party is on the first floor in this cool but creepy rundown building. Have fun! :D
 
 
14 February 1983 @ 09:23 pm
 
WHO: Therese Bonaccord and Axe!
WHERE: OH, who knows!
WHEN: Morning after Valentine's!
WHAT: He told her he would show her how to really party? Shit happens when Axe runs the party.

He was sleeping on a cloud. )
 
 
26 December 1982 @ 11:36 pm
NEW YEAR'S EVE POST  
It felt good to be the host of the party, and not the one creating a scene and making an entrance. Though Charlie would never admit it, the therapy sessions with Healer Bonaccord had...well, he still wasn't happy with everything going on in his life, but it had given him an outlet other than the bar, and that was allowing him let out the pent up stress he'd been bottling in. It was hard to figure things out by yourself, and for someone whose ego was as fragile as his, Charlie was slowly realizing that he needed a complete stranger to release his anxieties.

Of course, he wouldn't feel like he'd completely found peace until he managed to get her in the sack, but that was just a personal goal of his.

At any rate, Charlie was finding that being the host was interesting. Everyone knew you were going to be there, so there wasn't a great surprise when they saw you, but after those greetings were done they were off to see who else had shown up. It looked like a good outcome, but Charlie felt a bit slighted as it was pretty deep into the night and a certain invitee had not appeared in the crowd. With a breath he pushed the door open to the balcony and stepped out into the cool December night.

He stuck his hands into his pockets, spotting some displays of fireworks over the tops of the surrounding buildings. Charlie grinned at the early celebrations and let his shoulder sag.


ooc: guests = quidditch related people + their guest?
 
 
08 December 1982 @ 11:41 pm
 
WHO: Therese Bonaccord and AXEBANGER
WHAT: Axe is trying to recruit Therese to FIX SPINNET'S HEAD
WHERE: Kestrel Stadium!
WHEN: OH! Whenever. Today?
STATUS: Finishing in comments :D

That was all she needed, ‘suspected lesbian’ added to her resume )
 
 
28 October 1982 @ 07:25 pm
Halloween Gala - Open to All! for the 31st  


Henry had shaken more hands tonight than he had in his entire career as a quidditch agent. It seemed like everyone was in agreement; the charity was a great idea and this fundraiser was turning out to be a huge success. Henry was the first to turn the talk to his brother, telling those who approached him that Seth was the mind behind it all, but apparently his brother had been boasting the exact opposite, and Henry was receiving praise he didn't normally receive.

It could really make a bloke feel like a million galleons, to tell you the truth.

Standing at a corner of the dance floor to get a good view of things, Henry felt someone slink particularly close to him and he smiled down at his glowing girlfriend. While it had taken Henry about a week to be able to talk normally without a stutter after Heidi had revealed the news, he was now brimming with pride in just about all aspects of his life.

"Are you having a good time?" he asked, putting a hand to her lower back. Henry had been scolded to not fret as much, so he refrained from asking if she was tired and needed to sit, or go home! He'd go home if she wished. "The band should be starting up again soon."
 
 
16 October 1982 @ 10:22 pm
 
WHO: Axe Brookstanton and Therese Bonaccord
WHAT: Therese is reacting poorly to some news about her ex-boyfriend, decides to get drunk and unfortunately runs into one of her patients!
WHERE: Jazz Street, muggle bar in London!

Putain, he really wished he had a drink about now. )
 
 
28 September 1982 @ 08:24 pm
 
WHO: Therese Bonaccord & Axebanger Brookstanton
WHAT: Axe's therapist has changed and he is NOT pleased
WHERE: Her office
WHEN: Today!

The rest of this day was going to be miserable, it was sure. )
 
 
15 September 1982 @ 12:03 am
 
Who: Delilah and Axe Rupert
What: Random chat...
When: Um...a couple days ago?
Where: Outside the Kestral locker room.



La petite Spinnet )
 
 
21 August 1982 @ 09:25 pm
Kestrels FTW!  
Axe had called a meeting, though was he really allowed to call a meeting if he was suspended until after the next match? Charlie of course did not question this, because when you questioned Axebanger, you usually got hit rather hard with the blunt end of a broom. Believe Charlie, it had happened on more than one occasion. It had taken him a few times to learn his lesson, but he had, and was now currently standing against his locker, waiting for Axe to arrive.

He eyed his teammates carefully. They'd lost the match, yeah, but the fight had sparked something on the straws of their brooms, so to speak. Axe had a reputation, yeah, but if you wanted to succeed in this game, you had to support your leader. No one was going to randomly attack Axe and not hear about it from the other Kestrels, Charlie was sure.

"Ten galleons says Zoey captains next match," Charlie said only somewhat jokingly. He could definitely see Axe naming the youngest as captain to teach them all a lesson. She'd probably do a good job at it, though, Charlie reckoned.

The locker room doors slammed open, and he winced; Le Capitaine had arrived.
 
 
21 August 1982 @ 04:11 am
 
WHO: Thomas McCormack and Rupert 'Axebanger' Brookstanton
WHERE: Magpies Stadium
WHEN: SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY
WHAT: HULK SMASH

Management was going to be so fucking pissed at him. )