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

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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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[info]kirken
2008-07-26 05:02 pm UTC (link)
“Will you arrange my funeral?” It was the last thing he could say before feeling a pair of hands wrap around his neck, and he pretended to gag. “There’s the light!” he managed to get out, “It’s coming for me!”

Now the choking he didn’t mind, she wasn’t actually squeezing his throat enough for him to choke, but he wasn’t quite prepared for that slap. “Fuck!” He practically shouted the word, his bottom lip sticking out for a pout. “That hurted, Davis.” He’d scrambled up by now, the same wounded puppy look on his face as he shuffled from one feet to another. “I’m not talking to you anymore.”

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[info]tracecontrol
2008-07-26 05:05 pm UTC (link)
Standing up and straightening her dress out, Tracey shot Andrew a glare. There was no way in Hades he could stop talking to her. "Oh good, so now I'll finally get some peace and quiet. It's like Yule has come early this year." She rolled her eyes and went about running her fingers through her hair, trying to fix the mess.

"Really Andrew, do you have any idea what damage you just did? You may be used to acting like an arse, but I have a reputation to uphold. You actually made me fall."

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[info]kirken
2008-07-26 05:20 pm UTC (link)
As promised, Andrew was keeping his mouth firmly shut. It was hard for him to do so because he was used to just blurting out whatever came to mind, whether he thought it over or not. Right now, he wanted to tell her, quite plainly, that she was being a bitch. She could have just stomped on his feet, but that slap had actually hurted. He had the red hand print on his cheek to prove it.

He gave her a blank stare, as though telling her that he really didn’t care. His arms folded across his chest then, sticking his nose up into the air.

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[info]tracecontrol
2008-07-26 05:22 pm UTC (link)
He was serious? Tracey made a strangled noise of frustration and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, and glaring at Andrew. "I can not believe you are doing this, Andrew. Are you serious? You're acting like you're five."

Despite her own arguments, she seemed to be engaging him in a staring, or rather glaring on her end, contest. "I swear, maybe somebody should warn your fiance what a big baby you are."

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[info]kirken
2008-07-26 05:33 pm UTC (link)
By now he was just plain and simple ignoring her, arms still folded across his chest as he stared into the distance. He was a bit annoyed, a bit childish and a bit sober. He wanted a drink, and when someone passed him with a tray of beverages he took one without seeing what it was.

Naturally, he took the one with the pink umbrella. Without a second though he downed the drink, beginning to hum to himself as he pointedly did not speak a word to the woman near him. She had to apologize for tainting his cheek first. Oh, man, he’d be without a voice all night.

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[info]tracecontrol
2008-07-26 05:35 pm UTC (link)
If he wanted to do this then so could she. Tracey bit her bottom lip when he grabbed the drink with a pink umbrella, refusing to stop glaring at him. "So tell me, how exactly are you going to do your concerts if you refuse to use your voice around me? Actually, I could just attend your concert just to ruin it."

She set her empty glass aside and grabbed another glass of champagne when a waiter passed by. "I'm not apologising."

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[info]kirken
2008-07-26 05:43 pm UTC (link)
He’d record his voice and just not sing live; that’s what Andrew wanted to say, but he managed to control himself and not open his mouth. This was good exercise, really. His manager had said he shouldn’t talk so much or one day he’d lose his voice. This was the perfect time to do so, but not really. He just felt like annoying Tracey.

He started gnawing on the empty glass in his hand then, looking for something to do. After a while, he turned towards Tracey. He opened his mouth then, just to stick out his tongue at her.

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[info]tracecontrol
2008-07-26 05:46 pm UTC (link)
"Riiiight. You keep playing with yourself and we can talk another time." Because Salazaar knows Andrew would not be able to hold a grudge forever. Not when he had the attention span of a fly. Tracey patted Andrew on his head. "Now remember to behave, don't talk to strangers, and don't accept candy from weird men. Now excuse me while I go create further chaos."

Just to freak Andrew out she gave him a kiss on the cheek before hurrying away. If she was lucky maybe she could create some real trouble before the end of the night.

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