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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]nott_hamilton
2014-02-09 09:06 pm UTC (link)
Theo had long since given up brushing the glitter off of his cloak, as every time he was nearly successful, more conveniently started raining down on them. He was certain that there was confetti in his hair, the thought alone made him want to cringe. He may have proposed on Valentine's day, but that was over Chinese take out at Holly's flat. This was absurd.

He tried not to look too bitter as he bit into a piece of chocolate (the only good thing about the night really, the abundance of dark chocolate available) as his wife seemed to be having a pleasant time. If Holly was happy, then he could manage to be happy as well.

Theo hummed in agreement, he didn't even want to think about Hogsmeade over run with school age children. He wasn't sure he'd be able to control the urge to trip the happy love sick kids if it were. "I thought they ruined things even when I was in school, I'm sure not much has changed. It is not to have to deal with that on top of the unusually large turn out for a Puddifoot's event."

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[info]hollyharpie
2014-02-12 03:47 am UTC (link)
Holly laughed, imagining a school-aged Theo scowling at little first years and scaring them off. She was glad that she'd found someone whose temperament was equal to, or sometimes worse than hers, because it made her feel like she wasn't some sort of leper when it came to enjoying the less obvious things in life. Or, disliking the status quo.

"Ever bring a date to Puddifoot's?" she asked, nudging him in the side with her elbow. They did not talk much about their past, as Holly was sure that they would both grow irrationally furious at exes from way back when, but the idea of Theo stuck in the pink and frilly restaurant with some nutter was too hard to resist.

"C'mon, I know there had to be someone you fancied enough to deal with the place. Tell me," Holly teased, "Telllll me!"

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[info]nott_hamilton
2014-02-12 09:30 pm UTC (link)
"Never." Theo answered when Holly asked if he had ever brought a date to Puddifoot's. Which was technically true. He didn't date anyone while he was in school. And that he recalled there wasn't a single witch that he ever fancied enough to endure such a thing. Well, Holly excluded but the reason he fancied her so much was because she would never expect him to set foot in such a place.

Though he never took anyone there, that didn't mean he never dined in the place. "Cordelia Burke." Frown lines etched his face as the name fell from his lips for the first time in years, but Holly continued to wheedle, and he couldn't seem to deny her the answer she was looking for. "Not that I fancied her, but she did force me to meet her there once to go over wedding plans. I believe that was the first time I considered faking my death to get out of the marriage." He shrug a shoulder avoiding Holly's gaze for a moment, wondering why he suddenly volunteered that bit of information. It wasn't like Holly didn't know that he was married before, but he certainly always avoided talking about it if he could.

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Grail!
[info]rabastans
2014-02-11 01:16 am UTC (link)
Scarlett could be sure that she had never had a Valentine.

She didn't think of this in a foul way, she simply mused; any boyfriend she may have had was never around this time, and Scarlett did not go looking for a bloke simply for the holiday. She did not understand the excitement some of her friends would get into (Devon's Valentine's were always spectacular), but when she'd noted the Hogsmeade event that was displayed in the paper the other night to Grail and he'd asked her if she wanted to go, she'd surprised herself with her immediate 'yes.'

It was surprising! She was not used to being...such a girl, she supposed.

With all the treats that lined the streets, Scarlett really couldn't find a reason to complain. Of course, Grail being on her arm was the biggest treat of all (was there really something in the air on Valentine's?) and she pulled him toward the Honeydukes storefront. Scarlett would definitely bet that the stores had put some alluring spells on their products, because she simply wanted everything.

"Do you have a favorite candy?" she asked Grail, picking up a prettily wrapped truffle from the buffet of delights.

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[info]a_bit_twisted
2014-02-11 04:10 am UTC (link)
Scarlett and Grail had very different experiences when it came to the so called ‘holiday’ that came around every February. Darren was always particularly busy during that time of the year, back before he had met Devon, leaving Grail to fend for himself, hopping from one place to another to appease the pretty, lonely barflies that congregated in the dingiest of places. He wasn’t particularly proud of being the one to swoop in and make them forget about the men who had dumped them, though being Grail he couldn’t say he was ashamed either. As far as he was concerned, what was in the past was in the past; unless of course it was something he obsessed over and couldn’t let go. In that instance he was perfectly justified, holding a grudge.

This year was different, though. This year he actually had a steady girlfriend to spend Valentine’s Day with; not that he thought much of the holiday. Truth be told he thought it was all a load of rubbish, but time he had a girlfriend on February 14th, he was with Cass, and the majority of the day had consisted of cutting out paper hearts to entertain Pansy until her sitter had arrived. It really wasn’t anything special, as far as he was concerned. It was just a commercial holiday that made lonely people even more lonely. It wasn’t any more romantic than any other day of the year, though Grail Yates was far from a romantic.

He could admit that this year he hated the so called holiday a lot less than he had in years past. He hadn’t really planned on doing anything special – he would likely ask Darren for advice on what to get her without seeming like a sap, not knowing the first thing about flowers or anything else females tended to squeal over when they were presented with ribbons of red and pink. Not that he really thought Scarlett would go gaga for a pile of roses or a nicely scented candle, but he would have been a git to not get her anything just because he thought she wouldn’t appreciate them as much as another bird might; like Devon, for example, who had been more excited to find out that he was taking her to Hogsmeade than Scarlett seemed to be.

There was a reason he was growing fonder of the beautiful brunette as the months ticked by. Hell, the mere fact that the time flew by so fast had to mean something. She was easy to please; she didn’t make him feel like he had to go to great lengths to make her happy. She was just as satisfied with a burger as she was a grade A steak, which worked fine for him since he could barely afford his rent. She was a Quidditch star who was about to play for the world cup, and if Grail was the type to be intimidated, he would have been. He did wonder what the bloody hell she saw in him from time to time, since she certainly wasn’t using him for anything; he thought it had made it pretty obvious that he didn’t want anything from her other than her company, so things were pretty good. More than good, actually. It worried him a little, since he had this nagging feeling that things were about to go terribly wrong, but he had never been a very good optimist. For now, he was just going to appreciate the fact that he didn’t have any strong urges to hex some of the sickeningly cute couples who were exchanging Eskimo kisses on nearby benches. That was a big step for Grail. Scarlett seemed to bring out the best in him, even if she didn’t know it.

As she dragged him towards Honeydukes and presented her question to him, he was silent as he mulled it over. “Y’know I never really thought about it,” he admitted, looking at what there was to choose from. “I’ve always had a sweet tooth, but I’ve never been particularly choosey. I’m not fond of chocolate frogs, though. I prefer my candy to not have the opportunity to escape,” he said with a smirk, plucking out a truffle of his own. “I used to cheat with Bertie Botts though,” he recalled with a chuckle. “Darren and I used to cut off the tiniest bit where no one would notice, just to know the flavor, re-box them, and leave them for Aland.” He snickered again. “Poor bastard never caught on. Darren and I just kept insisting he got a bad batch.” He popped the truffle into his mouth. “And what about you? Any favorites I should know about?”

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[info]rabastans
2014-02-12 02:14 am UTC (link)
Her eyes went wide as she listened to his Bertie Botts treachery, slowly chewing her chocolate. Scarlett had many failed attempts at choosing the right jelly bean to eat, and could quite literally imagine the torture that they'd put their friend through. In the few times she had met Aland, he hadn't seemed too bright, and she would have felt bad if she didn't know how utterly hilarious one's face looked when biting into a pepper-flavored Bertie Botts.

"Remind me never to take candy from you," she said with a pointed gaze, crumpling up the candy wrapper and sticking it in her pocket. Scarlett pondered his question as she chose a few more treats to stash away in her pocket, and then let out a satisfied hum as her answer came to mind, "Any mixture of peanut butter and chocolate. I nearly forgot about the hidden box in my locker, I've had to put a cloaking spell on it so Carys doesn't throw it out---or eat it herself."

That had been a secret she'd held onto for quite some time, even if it was rather silly. Scarlett had just thought that having to hide away her sweets from her captain was silly, so why bother letting anyone know? It so easily slipped from her tongue that she blamed it on her comfort level with Grail, and that was a good thing. The mention of her captain, and quidditch, reminded her that the English team practices were going to start soon, and she turned into him, pressing against his chest.

"New York is only two weeks away," she said, unable to hide her pout. It was hard to think about being so far away from Grail for such a long period of time. Her gloved hands curled into his and she lifted her chin. "I'm going to miss you terribly."

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[info]wadcock
2014-02-11 01:18 am UTC (link)
Madam Puddifoot's certainly didn't hold back at all this Valentine's day. Seth was just pleased that Savannah was happy with skipping out on going to the actual cafe itself. Even with all the glitter and confetti, Seth had to admit, that walking around Hogsmeade with Savannah was quite pleasant, and he certainly didn't mind that they were just one more couple holding hands meandering aimlessly down the streets.

Seth's hand slipped from Savannah's as he stopped suddenly at one of the vendor tables lining the street. "Hey Savy, look at this," he laughed, a huge grin spreading across his face as he picked up a ring off the table. Turning back to his girlfriend he held it out to her. "They made rings out of those muggle candies."

His goofy grin turned into to something more fond as he inspected the ring. Pulling Savannah's hand back into his, Seth gave her a kiss before handing her the ring. "Brings back a few memories, eh?"

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[info]jot_it_down
2014-02-11 04:39 am UTC (link)
Savannah would have been lying if she said she hadn’t been looking forward to Valentine’s. She never really cared much for it when she was single, though that did seem to be the case with most females. This day, more so than any other day of the year, made her all the more aware of how incredibly single she was, and given her track record with men, Valentine’s usually involved a lot of liquor, General Tso’s, and all the girly ballads that she denied liking for the other 364 days of the year. This year, she had Seth; to say this was a much preferred way to spend her day was an understatement. She was so happy that they finally went public, despite all the mixed reactions they had gotten. Sam hadn’t been thrilled, of course, and there had been a few days of the silent treatment before they were able to talk about everything. He still wasn’t happy, and that was understandable; his opinion mattered to her of course, but her happiness mattered more than anything. Call it selfish, but the smile he put on her face was something that could not be ignored.

His sudden decision to stop walking didn’t register right away, and she took an extra step before back tracking to line up with him. She furrowed her brows a bit, curious as to what had put that child-like grin on his face, though when he showed her the ring she had to let out a light laugh.

“What will they think of next?” She mused, her fingers wrapping around his hand as he reached out for hers. She took the ring from him, twirling it in her fingers before his question made those denim blue orbs focus on those crystalline eyes of his. The question definitely struck a nerve somewhere, but she knew he hadn’t meant it to be a malicious question, so she smiled at him and focused on the memories that had existed long before all the bad ones had been created. “Your taste was much better back then,” she teased, looking down at the ring again. “If the last ring you gave me had been edible, I would have been embarrassed when you inevitably noticed the setting went missing.”

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[info]wadcock
2014-02-11 07:43 am UTC (link)
Seth chuckled directed their path towards a gazebo near the lake. "The first one was." Seth said thinking about the rushed proposal he had made so he could take Savannah with him to Montrose. They had been so happy then, Seth could only imagine where they would be now had he not left Puddlemere. "And if I remember correctly it took me far longer that it should have to replace it."

The Gazebo was more tastefully decorated than the rest of the town. Simply lit up with twinkling lights and a few flowers expertly placed. "Here," he said softly taking the ring from Savannah, "let me put it on for you."

Carefully sliding the ring onto the ring finger of her left hand, Seth could feel his heart beating in his chest. He had planned this surprise out so carefully, every detail for the last month. He smiled down at the ring on her hand. "What was it I said then?" he started, still looking at the candy ring. "Something like, 'Savannah I-can't-believe-I-didn't-even-know-your-middle-name Davies, will you take this candy ring as a sign of my love and affection for you?'" He laughed as he quoted himself. "And then something incredibly cheesy about being the candy lady to my candy man. I really didn't do it justice at all then, did I?"

He took a breath trying to calm his nerves. How many times had he gone over this, just to make sure he got it just right. Lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles, Seth covered her fingers as he held them in his own. "A proper proposal, Savannah Leanna, a proposal worthy of you requires a bit more effort. A beautiful setting, a long romantic speech, a ring worth more than a knut."

"Savannah, you are incredible. Just everything about you amazes me and just when I think it isn't possible to love you any more, you do something to prove me wrong. Everyday that you are with me is my new favorite day. People say it all the time, 'I can't imagine life without you', but I lived it. I know exactly what it is like to not have you in my life and I don't ever want to go back to that."

Seth shuffled his feet, kneeling down on knee, finally revealing what the charmed ring transfigured to when he had kissed her knuckles. "I can't wait another day without asking you, will you marry me? Marry me and let me spend the rest of my days repaying you for helping me be a better man."

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Open!
[info]matildas
2014-02-11 04:42 am UTC (link)
"Oh, come and stir my cauldron, and if you do it riiiiiiiiight," Mattie sang into the floating mic at the front of the stage, eyes alight with excitement as they traveled across the small, but dancing crowd. For her first official magical performance, she was grateful for the low-key atmosphere. There were some chairs set up around the tiny stage, but for the most part she and her quickly thrown together band provided the background music for the Hogsmeade evening of love.

It had been on a whim, to approach Madam Puddifoot after seeing the ad in the paper. They'd been looking for some entertainment, and Mattie had always enjoyed the evenings when her parents would dance to the love songs playing on the wireless. She'd learned to play by mimicking the music off the WWN and was more than pleased to play some of those hits tonight, as well as mingle in a few of her own songs. Puddifoot had insisted on hearing her band, and it was then that Mattie had to scramble up some friends who would play with her. After that was settled, and she'd shown the Madam that she could indeed play the slow and sappy melodies that were required, they'd booked the gig.

Mattie grinned widely at her drummer as the two of them rode the final runs and chords of the song. This Warbeck tune was one of her favorites, but she had turned the jazzy number into something of a rock song, a bit faster and with a baseline that could get the crowd moving. And it had! Ah!

"I'll boil you up some hot, strong love," Mattie drawled out the last word, winking at a couple, "To keep you waaarm toniiiight."

She did a little jump and landed precisely with his symbols, and laughed loudly as the audience around them cheered. Mattie, their bassist, and the drummer (Sarah and Julian, respectively) took a quick bow, and she announced to the crowd that they'd be back in fifteen. Propping up her guitar, Mattie jumped the six inches from the stage and into the snow, glad she'd worn her fingerless gloves and wool hat. Moving about on stage did keep her warm, but the accessories helped tremendously. Mattie slid onto a bench outside of The Three Broomsticks, letting out a breath of happiness.

The evening had been going extremely well, so far.

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[info]jeremiahs
2014-02-11 07:53 pm UTC (link)
Jeremiah hadn't known that Mattie was going to be at Hogsmeade until he had heard her singing. He had only come to do some promotional photos for the world cup, though he hadn't minded as much as some would have. He certainly wasn't bitterly single, Jeremiah was quite content to wander the streets alone nibbling on the chocolate that was being passed about.

That didn't mean he was going to pass up an opportunity to talk to Mattie though. He had been such a mess in school when it came to her. Then he wouldn't have even attempted to talk to her alone on valentine's day surrounded by hearts and glitter. He didn't think would have been able to get past hello.

"I hope you have a quill ready to do autographs," Jeremiah said a grin on his face as he hovered just in front of the bench where Mattie was sitting. "Keep singing like that and you'll have a queue of wizards trying to get your attention."

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[info]matildas
2014-02-13 01:01 am UTC (link)
Mattie's eyes lit up at the sight of her former housemat and just as she had settled into the bench, she jumped up to greet him with a hug. "Jeremiah!"

It was so nice getting to see her old schoolmates now that she'd dared to weave herself back into the wizarding community. She'd forgotten how much fun she actually had talking to all of them, and she pulled back and away from Jeremiah with a really wide smile. Mattie's hands went to her head, as if her hat was going to fly off with her excitement.

"No, you think?" she asked excitedly, pushing up on her toes. Mattie looked back at the stage, their instruments getting covered in a light layer of snow. The small stage seemed so much larger than life in the moment. It was her first step to integrating the life she had been working on for the past five years back into the old one she'd left. The local muggle stations seemed to like her record, and while it was exhilarating to hear her voice on the wireless, she couldn't shake the need, she couldn't---she didn't feel like she was making any sort of success if the WWN wasn't playing her tunes.

"I thought people might get mad that I changed up some Warbeck classics, but--I love Celestina, of course," she added quickly, "But sometimes it's all right to put your own twist on things."

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[info]impulse
2014-02-11 10:47 pm UTC (link)
The year hadn’t started off the way Donovan had expected it to, seeing how his wife decided to drop the bombshell that she was carrying their second child on Christmas Day, and then proceeded to treat him as though he had infected her with some terrible ailment. He had endured weeks of the silent treatment at home, his blonde counterpart angry with him for the child that was growing inside her belly. The idea of her being upset with him over something that was supposed to be a blessing, especially after everything they had been through, was most upsetting, and for a while he found himself growing angry with her. She was normally so rational; she was being petty, as far as he was concerned, and it didn’t take very long for him to stop making attempts to communicate. They co-existed under the same roof, and they were civil enough towards each other for their son’s sake. He tried blaming it all on the hormones, though he was wise enough to not tell her as much.

Thankfully this didn’t last for very long, the space between them as they slept getting smaller and smaller until she was finally looking to curl up against him for comfort and warmth, just as she always had. He welcomed her with open arms, and they seemed to have come to a nonverbal agreement to not talk about their feud. He knew she hadn’t had the best pregnancy with Cole, and that she had been miserable the entire time, but after 9 months of misery, they had a beautiful son to show for it.

Donovan wanted to make sure that Valentine’s Day was special, after everything. He had found a sitter for their aforementioned bundle of joy, and had taken her out to dinner before they went to Hogsmeade. When they got home their room would be filled with champagne colored roses, but for the time being he walked by her side as they took in the sights, only parting with her when she broke away to use the ladies room. While she was gone, he paid for a few quality chocolates, spotting her in the crowd before she found him. He approached her from behind, his hand touching her waist to get her attention, waiting for her to turn around.

“I got you something,” he said, offering the chocolate that was in his other hand. “I risked being bathed in glitter for it.” He said with a smirk, only partially joking. “I do hope it was worth it.”

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[info]curador
2014-02-12 03:23 am UTC (link)
Danielle would be hard-pressed to admit that she was being irrational during her first few months of pregnancy. Now that her mind was clear of the constantly fluctuating hormones that she simply could not control, she could see how terribly she'd been behaving, but was far too stubborn to admit it to her husband. Donovan had been far more civil and understanding than she would have been if the roles had been reversed. Danielle knew she had her short-comings, and she was still kicking herself for taking them out on her husband for so long. Merlin, wife of the year, right? Mother of the year! Oh, how guilty she felt.

And now, here he was, getting her chocolates. Danielle smiled graciously and pushed up on her toes to kiss Donovan solidly as she wiped some glitter out of his hair. Her over affectionate state might seem out of character, but she really, really felt the need to show her husband that there was no bit of resentment in her any longer.

Of course, this new baby was throwing any and all plans off course, but they would figure their way out of it. They always did, it seemed. Maybe the new course they were taking would lead to an even better place. Maybe her plans wouldn't change so much at all, that they'd all still be able to do their travelings, her research, build a great big future for all of them.

"You have answered this little one's chocolate prayers tonight," Danielle said, examining the box. She slid it out of its case and happily fed one to Donovan before taking her own. The day had been full of wonderful surprises, and the chocolate served on the streets of Hogsmeade had been an added treat. It reminded her of their time at Hogwarts and what beautiful memories they were!

"She has had me crazed for dark chocolate, lately," Danielle said, and it only took her quick mind to realize that she'd used a pronoun that defined the sex of their baby. A pronoun that she had found out early on in the pregnancy, but had stubbornly kept from her husband because of her annoyance with the situation and then foolishly kept a secret because she was too embarrassed to admit her mistake. Danielle nearly choked on the chocolate she was chewing, wheezing and hoping Donovan didn't catch her slip.

Though, she was sure he had, knowing how karma seemed to work for her.

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[info]impulse
2014-02-12 03:52 am UTC (link)
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said as he lifted one of his hands to help in her plight to get rid of the glitter. He would likely be finding little specks of it here and there for a few days, even after showering. Seeing how he had survived being showered in the annoying art supply to obtain the chocolate, he happily accepted being fed a piece, giving up on trying to clean himself up for the time being. He could live with being mildly reflective for a short while. It certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing he had lived through.

The substance he was covered in was put to the back of his mind when he finally realized what it was she had said. He chewed slowly as he looked down at her, brows furrowing slightly before he swallowed the chocolate and cleared his throat, looking at the ground as he shifted his weight.

“She?" He repeated, just to be clear that yes, he had caught her slip. He looked up to meet her gaze. "Please tell me that you’re just assuming it’s a girl.” It was easy to see that he was trying not to jump to any conclusions and lose his temper, seeing how his jaw clenched and he was doing that thing where he was being eerily calm. “Because if you’re just going on intuition that means you haven’t already found out. And if you haven’t already found out that means you haven’t been keeping anything from me.” Sometimes he wondered if she forgot he was a solicitor who made a living off getting people to spew out information.

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Kendall!
[info]gillant
2014-02-12 02:31 am UTC (link)
Anya Kalinnikov was a tall woman to begin with, so the added height her boots gave her made her stand out in the crowd, towering over some of the men and most of the women. She wasn’t trying to blend in; she rarely ever was, but tonight she wasn’t walking around Hogsmeade for the candy. Her publicist had suggested she go and make it look like she was having a good time as a single woman on Valentine’s Day. The idea was completely absurd to her, but there was no denying that the Falcon’s female fan base had certainly increased since she had been brought onto the team. There was definitely some additional responsibility that went along with being the only woman on the team, but every time a little girl approached her and told her they wanted to grow up and play Quidditch ‘just like her’, she remembered why it was she did what she did. She loved the sport, that much was obvious, but there was a thrill that came along with being an inspiration to others.

She had collected a series of flowers as she walked the streets of Hogsmeade, and along with being asked to be in some photos and sign some autographs, more than one handsome wizard had offered to be her Valentine. They didn’t celebrate the holiday back in Russia, and she didn’t understand the concept when she had first moved to England; then again her English hadn’t been so great and she had misunderstood the concept. There was something about a man with an arrow who shot at people. It was all very confusing.

One of the shop owners had been kind enough to offer her some ribbon to tie together the bouquet of accrued flowers she had collected while roaming the streets, making it easier for her to hold them in one arm. Leaning her shoulder against one of the support beams of a tent that was set up nearby, she took a moment to observe the activities going on around her. Anya had always been a sucker for romance, though people didn’t tend to believe it because of her reputation. She wasn’t a whore, by any means, but she did enjoy having a good time; just another thing she was judged on because of her gender. It had actually been quite some times since she had been with a bloke in any capacity; the thing was she didn’t have much interest. She was too preoccupied with the World Cup, and before that it was the end of the season.

Scanning the area, she watched as women giggled as their men whispered sweet nothings into their ear, and how men looked at their partner with complete adoration. Romance was a beautiful thing, but she was beginning to feel more pathetic than inspiring. That was her queue to get the hell out of there. With a light sigh, she straightened up and began walking, though as she was walking she noticed a familiar face. A wolfish grin crossed her features and she reached out to touch his sleeve, getting his attention.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t Mr.Broadmoor.” She adjusted the flowers in her arm. “Have you come to save another girl from being stranded in a café?” She said, flashing her teeth again. Honestly she was glad to see a familiar face; the only other person she had seen was Holly, but she had her husband on her arm.

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[info]kjbroadmoor
2014-02-13 09:45 pm UTC (link)
The last place Kendall wanted to be on Valentine's day, was in Hogsmeade Village. The tacky decorations, the couples. How he made it this long through the night was a miracle. But he promised the Wanderer's management he'd make an appearance (why not it wasn't like he had to practice for the world cup or anything) and he really didn't feel it was worth the effort to argue. They did have a point after all.

His heart rate spike as someone touched his sleeve. He had been doing so well to avoid Rose, and he really didn't think she would be here with Axe (or maybe she would be, who knew) but she was certainly the last person he wanted to run into on Valentine's day.

A smile crossed his face as he turned. Anya, well that certainly was a pleasant surprise. "Miss Kalinnikov, fancy running into you here." He laughed at he question. "Ah, it seems that there are no damsels in distress tonight. I'll just have save my knightly skills for another time. I see you've done well for yourself," he said nodding to the bouquet in her hands.

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[info]alongday
2014-02-14 10:38 pm UTC (link)
It shone a light on how busy she had been these past few weeks that she did not realize that today was Valentine’s Day. With the opening of the new practice, Therese’s mind had been everywhere but on the calendar. She should have realized that the day was coming up when Ralph had specifically asked for Friday off, and now she had to make sure to ask what he’d done for his wife. Therese had never been overly fond of the holiday, though that didn’t mean that when she did have a Valentine she didn’t enjoy the not-so-random acts of romance. So tonight, to not be a complete stone-cold heart, she’d gone out to purchase a few little gifts for Mackenzie’s children, Ralph’s daughter, and of course, treats for her darling puppies.

Oh, what a night.

Her random gifts in tow, she realized that she hadn’t eaten and it was getting late. Where on earth did the time go? Therese sometimes felt like she missed days, skipped hours. Not a good thing to do, to feel, but she blamed it on her busy schedule and didn’t dwell on it any further. If her clients knew how rattled her own mind was, she would be one lonely therapist.

She decided on a small restaurant in Hogsmeade, one she hadn’t visited in some time and she was unsure why after the aroma of the delicious food filled her senses. Therese figured that it wouldn’t have an overwhelming amount of cheesy decorations and hearts, and she was right. Her order was done up quickly and packed up to go, and she made her way back out out into the unusually warm night. As she walked, she checked her bags to make sure everything was in place, and only looked up when she caught someone approaching out of her peripheral. She lifted her gaze to send a polite nod toward the passerby, but faltered and nearly dropped her bags.

“Oh, hello--” she said, suddenly struggling with her grip on the bags as she awkwardly greeted Michal Conway. What was he even---Therese flushed, recalling now that the two had shared a few meals at the restaurant, and was the reason why she hadn’t visited in some time. She patted down her hair after switching her bags to one hand. “The beignets are fresh tonight.”

Therese pulled a face, then laughed at herself. She just had to get the beignets, right?

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[info]conways
2014-02-14 10:46 pm UTC (link)
Michal pushed his hands further into his pockets, and brought his shoulders up to his neck. If Liddie’s Valentine’s sobs turned out to be crocodile tears, and the whole build-up of the last two hours had really meant to lead to this, Michal was kicking his sister out on the street as soon as he returned home. What, exactly, were the odds that the restaurant his weepy sibling had begged for as ‘the least he could do on her sad lonely day’ would be the very same one that he ex was exiting from? Liddie had pulled off much worse, with even fewer resources in the past.

But whether or not this crossing of paths was purposeful on either parties or not, there really wasn’t much Michal could do about it except bare through it and hope for the best. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Therese, but he knew it would be safe to assume it hadn’t been a positive interaction. At least he would be leaving for Poland on Sunday, and therefore be able to shed the shackles of everyone he knew in England.

Had he just thought about how he was looking forward to going to Poland? Merlin help him.

“Oh?” Michal produced, already feeling uncomfortable. Hadn’t Liddie demanded beignets in her order? He would have to let them air out for a couple of moments to create a hint of staleness. “That’s good,” he finally mustered, not knowing what else to say. Could, should, he continue walking now? He glanced at the door, so far yet so close.

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(no subject) - [info]alongday, 2014-02-14 10:51 pm UTC
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NONA PEPPER
[info]rabbit
2014-02-15 01:11 am UTC (link)
Nicola had excused herself to the loo, and seeing an opportunity, Ollie quickly got up from the table as well. Tilting his head down, he didn't look up from the ground until the cool outside air hit his face. In relief, Ollie let out a long over-due exhale and ran his palm across his face. Madam Puddifoot's was stifling, with its low lighting and smoky atmosphere, not to mention the people seated around them were all... he shouldn't have let Nicola convince him to come here tonight. Or any night, for that matter. He really found her quite difficult to relate with most of the time, and the other half felt relatively indifferent about her general presence. Honestly, he didn't exactly know why he bothered.

Glancing around with a quick eye, Ollie suddenly pushed these thoughts out of his head. Albeit short, a proper reprieve from this evening would be necessary, and mean two things; a smoke, and not thinking much about what he didn't want to think about. Pulling a lone cigarette out of his pocket and his wand from another, Ollie lit his fag and took a deep drag.

Much better.

The confetti filled street felt less mocking, and the bright lights lining the streets less headache-inducing. Nothing could be done about the lovestruck couples congesting the streets like mindless ants, but Ollie doubted there was a fag (or spliff) big enough to swallow that nasty potion. He took another drag, turning slowly on his heel to meander away from an especially glitter-happy lamp--- and he had to hold back the sputter caught in his throat upon realizing there was a person standing directly behind him. Not just any person, but specifically, a witch with eyes that had the endless depth of grotto pools and an air to her that only reminded him now of euphoric devastation.

"Hello," Ollie murmured, gaze dropping to Nona's feet.

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[info]raindrops
2014-02-18 04:41 am UTC (link)
Nona Pepper was not eight years old, and she was not crying over the unreturned valentine she'd sent to Charlie Spinnet ("Roses are red, wolfsbane is blue, my hypothesis for true love is incomplete without you," which Nona several years later seriously doubted Octavius had even given to his friend).

And yet, here she was, in Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day, accompanied by a brother with clearly nothing (and no one) better to do.

She credited Octavius with enough reason and sanity to not have come up with this asinine plan himself—she recognised the work of her other, older siblings from a mile away. In fact, it was Pri who had first suggested they make a day of it, on a day which just happened to, look at that!, coincide with Valentine's Day—and wouldn't it be fun to catch up and sample all the sweets Hogsmeade was sure to be offering?

Except Pri hated sweets, and had shortly cancelled the forced sounding invitation, causing Octavius to swoop in. It was clear the rest of the siblings had given him a script he was to work off of, to discern why their youngest sister was so stand-offish and brusque with her beloved family, but it was Octavius after all, and he was rather hopeless with the whole thing.

He had been easy enough to ditch in Honeydukes, as he sampled edible instruments, and she made an excuse to use the loo. Swiping a handful of sweets from an unsuspecting couple, a choice she swiftly regretted as she angrily stuffed the lot in her mouth, Nona ambled glumly down the path, working a distasteful mix of nougat, gum, chocolate, honey, and pepper with her tongue.

She stared at the ground, wondering why, after so many years, she was suddenly unable to shake the funk which she had fallen into, staring both wistfully and disgustedly at the lovelorn couples surrounding her. Nona's gaze fell on a few young children horsing about in the snow, and felt her throat tighten.

When she heard a voice, a voice that was all too familiar to her, and a voice she had rather hoped, needed to not hear again, she stopped. She gazed at him, into mournful eyes shrouded by the both the overcast clouds and the smoky haze of a cigarette. She remembered the last time they'd spoken.

She turned on her heel and walked away.

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Adrian <3
[info]maggiepie
2014-02-15 06:50 pm UTC (link)
Maggie had been trying very hard to ignore the fact that she and Adrian were going to be separated for what felt like an eternity. Shouldn't a marriage have some sort of pull over team spirit and housing and all that rot? She desperately tried not to show the anxiety that was growing as the deadline to head to practice came closer. Not only was she going to be apart from her husband, but her children were going to be staying with their grandparents. How was she supposed to handle this situation with grace and dignity?

She crushed her lips against Adrian's, shoving him harder against the wall of the alleyway. Some remarks about how this had been the perfect spot to hide out and snog during their school days led to a quick venture into the darkness. Perhaps she could stretch their last few hours together by embarking on some mischievous and almost out-of-character behavior.

"Mm," she let out into his mouth, refusing to part for air. All evening, as they talked and laughed during dinner and dessert, Maggie felt her worry continue to rise, so she'd silenced her thoughts with kisses and flirtatious murmurs. Perhaps she can push all thoughts bad thoughts away once her hands managed to get under his cloak. It was cold out, but maybe they could heat things up.

"What am I going to do without you?"

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[info]mattias
2014-02-24 10:06 pm UTC (link)
"Be sad," Adrian lamented, tipping his chin up ever so much to help sell his completely distraught face. He felt in far too good of a mood to actually feel so, it should be noted, and why should he be? He was currently partaking in a much-deserved snog with his beautiful wife in the alley, was currently not stuffed in an overly-offensive red and pink restaurant, and only had exciting hope and prospects to look forward to for the next month. Captaining Portugal for the World Cup--- New York City--- Maggie's bum in public! What more could a wizard ask for?

Perhaps less of a zero degree chill in the air, but he supposed he couldn't have everything.

"Be so very sad," he managed, a sly smile appearing on his face as his grip stayed firmly on Maggie's rump. Adrian leaned forward to kiss her again. "Woe. Cry." He really did make the funniest jokes, he really had no idea how Maggie wasn't constantly doubling over in stitches. Most likely not now because she currently seemed very determined to attack him in the most pleasurable of ways up against this wall. He would allow it. "You know, German things."

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[info]fire
2014-02-17 07:53 pm UTC (link)
February 14th generally meant sweets, flowers, and needless cards for Melania Comstock. This year was no different, with the morning's post chock full of tokens from the trail of heartbroken yet surprisingly amiable paramours she'd left behind in Italy, and the ever-hopeful suitors who had never quite succeeded in gaining her attention. She cooed over the beautiful jasmine arrangement Max gifted her (her favourite, naturally), and paid little mind to the absence of even a note from either of her brothers.

Paid very little mind.

Still, despite the showering of affection, Valentine's Day held little favour with Melania, which was why her attendance to the Hogsmeade festivities of the day baffled her friend, whom she had dragged along to accompany her. Max expressed even more puzzlement when she led him straight to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, a place she openly reviled as being tacky and desperate, right up until all revealed itself as they sat across the room from none other than Nicola Scarpin and Oliver Comstock.

Melania beamed at Max unapologetically before honing her gaze in on the couple unflinchingly. It was, she told herself, the most coincidental of happen-stances. She may vaguely have recalled some half-mumbled detail of Nicola Scarpin and her new, aloof boyfriend planning to attend the special tasting at Madam Puddifoot's in the afternoon, but who could really say? There was always such gossip to attend to; no one could recall all of it.

Max, unwilling to tell her it was impolite to spy on her currently estranged-brother or be party to the action, and therefore involve himself yet again in the affairs of Comstocks, excused himself to the toilet.

She quickly pulled the menu up in front of her face as Nicola turned to look in her direction, slowly peeking out from the placard's edge and narrowing her eyes. When, she wondered, had her brother begun to show an interest in girls? Melania had never known him to have so much as a lovelorn crush, yet here he was, with a girlfriend, and the mother of his child somewhere in the wings.

Unbelieveable!

While gnashing her teeth at how little she really knew about her brother, she reared away when the back of a head moved directly into her line of sight. Frantically, Melania bobbed up and down, from side to side, and even rose out of her seat by a few inches in an effort to see over the large dome, but no matter where she turned, the head still impeded her view.

Ordinarily, Melania would have had little compunction in causing a scene, or even physically nudging the obstacle occupying the next table out of the way, but her entire presence here necessitated subterfuge. Leaning so far forward in trying to catch a glimpse of her target that she was nearly on top of the table, Melania glared daggers at the back of the head, left with only the ability to make an angry sort of hissing noise.

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[info]fictitious
2014-02-17 10:35 pm UTC (link)
Henry had not had to go to drastic limits to deal with a client in years, but here he was, in the ridiculous Madam Puddifoot's to amuse the spritely chaser of the Ballycastle Bats. He needed to finalize paperwork before she headed off on her holiday, but she'd avoided and avoided him until he finally insisted on a meeting. Of course, Valentine's could not be missed, so she agreed, under the terms that she got to have some of Puddifoot's famous petit fours. Henry had now been sitting at the table, alone, for a good twenty minutes while he wanted for the bratty bat, and was going to give her only another ten before he ripped up her endorsement deals and not feel sorry about it.

He looked around the tea shoppe, taking in deep breaths as memories swarmed him. In their early days of dating, Henry had stupidly taken Heidi here on a date, thinking that...well, all women liked the supposed romance that Madam Puddifoot's provided, right? She had been a good sport, smiling and making sure they ordered dessert, but months later she admitted that it had taken some effort on her part to owl him again after that disaster. Merlin, how could he have been so dumb.

Six minutes. Henry was about to raise his hand to ask for the check (he'd had to order something to keep the table) when a strange noise filled his ear. He turned quickly and was surprised to come face to face with a very disgruntled looking woman who was nearly falling out of her chair. Henry looked her up and down, trying to make sure that she was behaving on her own accord. She looked a bit mad.

Henry frowned, shifting in his seat to turn completely. What could she be trying to look at? He followed her gaze and spotted the young Chaser from the Pride, Ollie Comstock; oh, a fangirl. Henry sighed and gestured his hand to the empty seat across from him.

"Take a seat, you'll get a better look."

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