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Tweak says, "do you trust me?"

The Mod Journal (unexpectedmod) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-25 22:34:00

Entry tags:

open, the ministry of magic

Who: Everyone, Open
When: July 11th, 2002
What: Celebratory Ball
Where: The Ministry Of Magic
Rating: We'll say PG-14
Status: Open / In Progress

OOC |-| Alright, this thread is pretty much open for the threads you'd like to create. Have fun and be creative. All I ask is that you keep all NC-17 posts until after. No shagging under the tables, on the bar, or in a broom closet. Also, I'd like most to stay at least until the small plot twist which will be posted later using this account. It will make things a bit more interesting in the game. Thanks!

The surroundings were absolutely gorgeous as people mingled in the ballroom located in the heart of the Ministry of Magic Headquarters. Jewels sparkled and all in attendence were dressed in their finest. From the CRWM's point of view it was a night of celebration, their attempts at creating a new and better Wizarding Community were well on their way and the future looked bright for all, both Muggleborn and Pureblood alike.

Despite the seriousness of the evening, Minister Kinglsey Shaklebolt was not in attendance. Instead, he had left a representative in his stead, who had taken a moment to address the crowd, speaking of the hope and a positive future. The message had various reactions throughout the crowd. Many were hopeful, but just as many were not impressed and it could be seen. The speech and formalities did not last for very long before the guests were left to themselves to mingle and have a good time. The music was started, the bar was opened, and waiters moved through the crowd carrying both drinks and orderves.

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angiejo
2008-07-26 11:01 am UTC (link)

She looked toward the doors for a second and then back to him. She couldn't argue with the idea of fresh air being better than in here. The mix of perfume, sweat, and alcohol would start to get to you after a while.

The corner of her lips twitched into a small smile, or smirk, perhaps a mix of both. "How do you know I won't push you?" not that she would. If she wanted to hurt him, she'd just hit him. If she wanted to kill him, she wasn't stupid enough to try that here. Debating with herself for a moment, she eventually switched her drink to her other hand, then placed her hand in the offered one.

This was probably a stupid mistake, but hey, setting herself up for a potential snark-war would be more interesting then trying to remember the names of everyone she went to school with that kept talking to her, even if she had never been friends with them. Palmer was being nice so far, and that raised her suspicion. "So it's been a nearly a whole minute and there hasn't been one insult yet. Are you feeling well?"

	pemontague 2008-07-27 01:32 pm UTC (link)
	"Fine, we can fit looking for one around your match schedule." Palmer knew he'd be the one to have to give in where timing was concerned. As long as she didn't expect him to sit in the stands and root for her. He was a Falcons fan to the bitter end. "A cat?" His expression clearly showed his lack of interest. "Just keep it away from me and we'll get along fine." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)