20 June 1985 @ 10:55 pm
Penelope!  
He felt quite smug, and attempted to wipe the look off his face before he knocked on Penelope's door. It was a very hard thing for Louis Bonaccord to do when he was particularly pleased with himself, so Penelope should be quite impressed with him if he managed to look nonchalant. It was her birthday and Louis had spent most of the time he was should have been devoting to reports this past week to plotting out her evening. Their evening. Penelope's evening.

But he was coming to find that having your first date be a trip to New York, to Times Square on New Year's Eve of all bloody days, managed to make it difficult to try and think of something better. Penelope had come out for his birthday and he had thoroughly enjoyed her company, but he didn't think that a wild, world cup-frantic pub was something that she would imagine for her own birthday celebrations.

In a moment of sheer genius, Louis had figured it out. He hoped so. He believed he had, and wondered if it was the fact that he was now knocking on her front door that his confidence was wavering. This had better work. He and Adian had worked their tails off.

The front door opened and he grinned, and he cocked his head slightly as he said, "Happy birthday, Penelope. Are you ready for your trip around the world?"
 
 
18 March 1985 @ 12:55 am
Penelope!  
It was hard to not down his first of the most delectable of green beers on the most Irish of days. The celebration of St. Patrick's seemed to have been going on since sunrise at the local pub, but with Ireland's win in the world cup, the spirits of the crowd were through the roof (literally, some spellwork of excitement had left holes in the ceiling). Louis had to use much self-control to contain himself to just one beer as one guest in particular had not arrived yet. Adian had been a very good sport all evening and had managed to wrangle up a few tables and pitchers of refillable drinks, and had roped them off as their own. It was perhaps lucky that they had so much practice wiggling their way out of rent, it created skills for almost every scenario.

Every time the door opened and a new patron arrived, the bar burst into cheers and song. It helped him keep an eye on those entering, and when a particularly loud cheer erupted, he was glad he was in viewing distance of the door.

"'Scuse me!" he said, dropping his beer into the hands of Flynn Wright, who Louis had insisted Adian invite (much to his friend's confusion, as Louis had never really taken to the Hufflepuff). Louis pushed his way through the crowd, stretching himself on his toes to squeeze through the cracks. Finally, after managing to get past two rather vigorous snoggers, he landed flat footed in front of Penelope.

"You made it!" he exclaimed, then realizing how he might sound, cleared his throat and gestured over his shoulder, "It wasn't this packed earlier, but--we've got a table. You need a shamrock." Louis gestured to his cheek, where he was sure the carefully painted shamrock on his cheek was now wiped and smudged away.
 
 
17 March 1985 @ 06:42 pm
Owl to Penelope Fawcett!  
Penelope,

Adian and I, we are going out for some birthday drinks with a few friends of ours. Would you like to join us?


- Louis

P.S. I would like you to join us.
 
 
13 February 1985 @ 10:02 pm
 
WHO: Louis Bonaccord and Penelope Fawcett
WHAT: Lunch!
WHERE: Bakery in a podunk little village in Scotland
WHEN: Sometime before today!

Louis was not a fan of awkward situations )
 
 
31 January 1985 @ 07:37 pm
 
Who: Delilah and that Fawcett girl
What: Delilah has a few things she needs to make clear.
When: Nowish
Where: Coffee Shop.


Unfortunate that Delilah had never been known for her patience or politeness. )
 
 
19 January 1985 @ 11:31 pm
Owl to Penelope Fawcett  
Penelope,

Please don't think poorly of me for waiting so long to owl. Would you like to get lunch some time this week? You do like eating lunch, don't you? It may be my favorite meal of the day.

- Louis

P.S. I do fall under the male stereotype with the fact that I eat everything, to make choosing a place easier.
 
 
14 January 1985 @ 11:18 pm
 
WHO: Charlie Spinnet and Penny Fawcett!
WHAT: I can't
WHERE: Her house!
WHEN: This weekend!

Because it was an escape )
 
 
27 December 1984 @ 05:11 pm
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.
 
 
27 October 1984 @ 11:23 pm
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!"
 
 
17 June 1984 @ 09:14 pm
Party Invitation!  


guests list is here!
 
 
25 May 1984 @ 07:58 pm
Hogsmeade Quidditch Weekend! Open to All!  
Charlie was literally bouncing around like a school kid. How was he so keen on the ways of excited, shriek-filled Hogwarts students? Why, he was surrounded by a gaggle of them! Bouncing, the lot of them, and all donned in red and gold! It was a beautiful sight, really, and it made the slightly overcast day seem bright and sunny and warm. He wanted to hug each and every one of those kids, so he did and it was a good feeling to be recognized as some 'Gryffindor Hero!' A Gryffindor Hero! Legend, some were saying. Some teeny, tiny voice in the back of Charlie's head knew that legend, even hero was pushing it a bit far, but he would happily accept the compliments because they made him feel damn special.

He hadn't been much of a standout in school, popular enough not to lurk around the corridors without anyone noticing you were there, but he was no quidditch captain or head boy. He was just Charlie, and even if his quidditch fame and popularity had skyrocketed these past few years, he was still very much in awe of the fact that people could be impressed by him.

"All right, all right!" he laughed, prying off the clamped fingers of a young third year girl's off his arm. "I'll be back, I promise!"

There was a chorus of moans, but soon the group had spotted yet another player to lay their tremendous excitement and focus on, and Charlie was free. He bounded down the pavement, Gryffindor scarf proudly flapping in the wind behind him, and dropped down onto a wooden bench beside his very Hufflepuff-y girlfriend.

"The kids," he said, waving his hand out toward the crowd before dropping it down onto the back of the bench behind Penelope, "They dig me."
 
 
04 February 1984 @ 05:45 pm
 
WHO: Charlie Spinnet and Penelope Fawcett
WHAT: Charlie comes home from Istanbul to find Penny in a right state about some 'old news'
WHERE: Her flat
WHEN: Day after the players came back

So you've known… all of the things they've said about you, about—us, and… me. )
 
 
10 January 1984 @ 01:35 am
Owl to Penny Fawcett  
delivered by a very Turkish looking owl. )
 
 
26 December 1983 @ 10:04 am
 
WHO: Charlie Spinnet & Penelope Fawcett
WHAT: Strange cuteness??
WHERE: Charlie's
WHEN: Few days before Christmas

even famous quidditch players had their doubts about things, right? )
 
 
06 October 1983 @ 06:57 pm
Open to Guests and Friends etc!!!!  
Charlie really did love throwing parties, but it seemed like the common theme was that these events were for his really, really good friends. He knew he'd been sort of a prat to Octavius this past year or so, so he really wanted to give his friend a good time. Charlie also wanted to get Octavius' mind off of his recent breakup, which...officially had become> a breakup about a week or so after...they actually broke up. He wasn't exactly sure how everything had gone down, but he knew that this was a Rose-Free-Zone.

"Happy Octaviusfest!" he shouted along with the crowd, taking a swig from his rather large beer glass. The Oktoberfest theme was a hit, there were goats and sheep and geese and horses in pens so that Gebhard could have a blast as well, and there were good people here. No room to make a big mess of things, and it should be a good night.

And he was drinking this time around, so that would make this night even better, he suspected.