you hear it first. (thenewstoday) wrote in valesco_history,
@ 2011-03-15 00:12:00

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bianca vaisey, caradoc dearborn, danielle kettleburn, donovan rookwood, emmet belby, gideon prewett, glenda chittock, group, henry wadcock, mackenzie loftus, matilda rowle, sebastian goldstein, seth wadcock

Hogsmeade Weekend!
"I'm keeping an eye on you!" Professor McGonagall shouted at a group of mischievious looking Gryffindors. Always her Gryffindors. What the woman would do for one group of well-behaved young men. Was that so hard to ask for?

Minerva really hated Hogsmeade weekend. Instead of being excited for their studies, getting an education and becoming proper young wizards and witches, all these students wanted to do was snog at Madam Puddifoot's or buy some tricks at Zonko's. And she, just like every year, had to play chaperon. With a great big sigh, Minerva dropped down into a sit beside Filius, and across from Pomona. Those two always managed to have a splendid time on the weekends, and eying the poorly conceived bottle of firewhisky under Filius' cloak, Minerva now understood why.

"I do hope you intend on sharing some of that with your Gryffindor counterpart, Filius," she said snootily, waving her glass toward the Charms professor.

OOC: OKAY, this is meant to just be a general post---any time/year could take place in the comments, the common theme is just HOGSMEADE WEEKEND. So...the person who starts the thread would put MONTH, YEAR. Weekends are like...third weekend of each month? So have fun :)

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September of 76

matildas
2011-03-20 12:21 am UTC (link)

Matilda Rowle was not a very good loser. She was quite the sore loser, if you wanted to be so vulgar, and she had a very hard time denying this fact when all her emotions were written on her face for everyone to see. This past summer had been absolutely miserable, as not only had her parents failed to find her a suitor before her seventeenth birthday, but Mackenzie Loftus, her best friend had become engaged to Caradoc Dearborn.

She'd supported Mackenzie, of course, and wiped the girl's tears as for some reason she was miserable and devastated about the arrangement, but Matilda had been there as a shoulder to cry on. She'd even given her friend some advice on how to get out of the situation, or how to make the best of it. Think of how beautiful their children would be!

It was a front, however, and Matilda had spent the rest of the summer and the first month of school boiling with anger at the whole situation. Mackenzie didn't want Caradoc, and while Matilda was sure that he didn't exactly want to get married either, he was the man. If he decided to leave, then that was his right---Mackenzie should have been grateful for this arrangement. It wasn't as if it were some random man she'd never met before! Matilda would understand being upset about that, but Caradoc! It was Caradoc.

"Caradoc," Matilda snipped, coming up from behind him in the Three Broomsticks, ignoring his present company of Evan, Orpheus and Emmet. Evan she was not speaking to, because he had been in such a snit over his breakup with the Fortescue girl this summer, and Emmet was----Emmet. She liked him somewhat, when the other boys weren't around to talk to. Only Orpheus earned a nod of hello from her, and Matilda grabbed onto Caradoc's sleeve, "Will you walk me to Scrivenshaft's? I need quills."

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docstheword
2011-03-21 03:25 am UTC (link)

Unfortunately for Matilda, Caradoc was far from a complying mood, let alone to anyone within the female persuasion. Women were on his black list, the whole lot of them! Ruining his seventh year like it meant nothing, trying to enforce talks of marriage and family like it was something he had ever been interested in. Please.

Caradoc didn't know what infuriated him the more; the fact that his mother was assuming more and more control of his life, that Juliet was reveling in it all, or that every fucking day that bloody ring on Mackenzie's finger continued to be a constant reminder of how she wouldn't let it go. How she refused but would constantly cry at him and shit. It just put him in a constant state of aggression, basically, hating everyone and everything because if the world was going to make him miserable, then everyone around him would be miserable too.

So Matilda was just going to have to suck it up and deal with it. He would rather drop dead than publicly concede to do anything for someone else. Emmet, Orpheus and Evan were right there. It was simply not within his nature.

"No," Caradoc scoffed, face shifting to show judgement and distaste. He shook himself from her grip, pulling his arm close to his chest for added effect. He was here to have a drink, not follow Matilda around with her mindless errands. That was what Mackenzie was for.

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