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p . harkiss (eveningstars) wrote in valesco,
@ 2016-12-29 16:03:00

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NEW YEAR'S EVE! OPEN TO ALL!

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onesweetlove
2017-01-06 12:09 pm UTC (link)

Sadie Fawcett was very lucky that her mother loved her. 'My friends are back from school!' she'd cried. 'I never get to see them!' she'd lamented. 'It'll only be a few hours!' 'I've never thrown a New Year's party before!'

'Charlie is always saying that your pies are better than his mum's!'

Bess knew quite certainly that the last bargaining chip was a bold-faced lie produced by her nearly ten-year-old daughter, but she couldn't say that it hadn't made her feel rather good, even for a split second, that someone preferred her pies over the Molly Weasley's. Sadie had even traded in a grand tenth birthday party for a New Year's celebration and while Bess had accepted the offer she knew that there was no way a milestone birthday like that would be ignored in the Fawcett household.

Though with the headache she currently had, she may never throw another party for a person under the age of seventeen again. The house was full of children: Fawcett children, Weasley children, and other little magical mischief makers that roamed the streets of Ottery St. Catchpole. The party games and food and music and loud noises made it feel like 1988 would ever arrive. Bill Weasley had been gracious enough to offer his services as a chaperone, but he'd muttered that it had been more of his mother's bright idea to get all of her brood out of the house.

Perhaps Bess would take a lesson from Mrs. Weasley next year.

Unable to take one more surprise firecracker in the ear, Bess quickly darted into the laundry room, where no sane child would ever willingly find themselves. She shut the door behind her and locked it quickly, only to be startled that she wasn't alone. After her surprise wore off, she frowned.

"How long did you make it out there?" she chided her husband, who seemed to have set up camp with his own serving tray of food and drinks. Bess eyed everything carefully, thinking that she probably should have kept a closer eye on Drystan, that she would have been given some solitude sooner.

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brythonichero
2017-01-12 01:50 am UTC (link)

Drystan was duty-bound to love his children, and he did, warts, horns, and all. The same could not be said of any other child on the face of the planet. He was not sure when the temporary insanity stole over his wife, but when she had announced that they would be hosting a party for Sadie's friends this New Year's Eve, he thought she had been joking.

She had not been joking.

It had not been so bad… at first. Everyone was quiet, and occupied by food, and he had a glimmer of hope that the evening might not be so bad as he feared.

And then Brian threw a frosted cookie at Anna Boot's head, and if there was ever any question which parent she most took after, the howl she let out followed by the full body tackle of his youngest son to the ground definitively answered it. After they had been separated and hosed off (she ground a full plate of mashed potatoes into his face, hair, and shirt), it seemed that all hell had broken lose everywhere else. The Weasley twins were attempting to light something on fire, Luna Lovegood had thought the fancy bar of soap shaped like a cookie was a real cookie and ate it, and Cedric Diggory had captured him in a deep, philosophical discussion about life, the universe, and everything, and would only go away once Drystan had literally stuffed a slice of cake in his hand (was Amos the one who had said no sweets for his child? Well, that hardly mattered now).

And that had been in the first 10 minutes.

Could a man be blamed for wanting some respite?

"A very long time," he said promptly from behind the Prophet, turning a page. "I just came in here."

The Wireless programme switched to adverts, and he raised his wand to lower the volume.

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onesweetlove
2017-01-14 08:43 pm UTC (link)

She did not believe him for a second.

But, Bess did not particularly feel like risking the sanctuary of the room, so she let out a poor imitation of a disapproving sigh before hoisting herself up onto the linen dresser to pick at the hor d'oeuvres and other finger foods that remained on his dish. Even though she'd planned and set up the night, Bess had not been given much of a chance to try-out her own creations and found herself unsure if the mini salted caramel treacle tarts had too much salt.

No, they couldn't possibly. But maybe that was her own perfectionism coming through. She broke one in half and to capture her husband's attention, used her other hand to dance around the articles of the Prophet he was so keenly invested in.

"Are these too salty?" she asked, her one hand continuing to play on the page while the other pushed the tart toward Drystan's mouth. Bess twisted her lips to hold back her grin. "Be honest."

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