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The 1988 Wizarding Awards!
presenters & winners!
Free-for-all! Think your character would've been nominated? Go for it! Open for everyone!
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- adian rosenberg
- adrian mattias
- althea rackharrow
- amelia-mae perkins
- andre jordan
- anneliese jugson
- anya kalinnikov
- arista sykes
- arthur griffiths
- barry ryan
- beaumont winogrand
- benedito torres
- bertram aubrey
- bess fawcett
- bianca aubrey
- billie trimble
- caden flint
- cael gray
- cameron montgomery
- camilla clearwater
- caradoc dearborn
- caramel flume
- carys lynch
- charles spinnet
- charlotte towler
- christopher loftus
- clarisant robards
- danielle rookwood
- dashiell ellerby
- dean wright
- dedalus diggle
- delilah spinnet
- derek dobbs
- devon quigg
- dirk cresswell
- donovan rookwood
- drystan fawcett
- dylan duke
- eleanor podmore
- eliza diggle
- elizabeth fortescue
- elladora winogrand
- elliot alderton
- ellsinore alderton
- elphias doge
- emmeline vance
- estella flint
- ethan jordan
- flynn wright
- gabriel corner
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- geoffrey brand
- giada dorny
- glenda chittock
- grail yates
- grayson wilkes
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- hamilton nott
- hannah harper
- henry wadcock
- hestia jones
- hippocrates smethwyck
- holly troy
- howell williams
- howler
- hudson duke
- hugh orpington
- hunter bradley
- iris tutley
- iwan quigley
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- kera ryan
- kingsley shacklebolt
- larkin whitby
- liddie lynch-spinnet
- llewyn towler
- louis bonaccord
- ludo bagman
- mackenzie goldstein
- magnolia mattias
- malachy ryan
- marissa macfusty
- marissa quigley
- matthew summerby
- mattie scarpin
- maximus fancourt
- melania comstock
- michal conway lynch
- miles lufkin
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- perses burke
- peter fitzwilliams
- petra jones
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- phillipa kiely
- phoebe smethwyck
- pip williamson
- poe harkiss
- rachel corner
- ralph frobisher
- rami dagworth
- regan shacklebolt
- reid montague
- remus lupin
- rhys nott
- richard house
- richard thorough
- riordan mckinley
- rose knightley
- rosemarne d'argente
- rupert brookstanton
- sage yates
- santiago cervantes
- saoirse mullet
- savannah davies
- scarlett rabnott
- sebastian goldstein
- serafina proudfoot
- seth wadcock
- siena orpington
- sturgis podmore
- tanner mctavish
- theodosia grimstone
- therese bonaccord
- thomas mccormack
- valeda harkiss-jordan
- veronica thorough
- victoria cadwallader
- vivienne lufkin
- wells dippet
- wendy midgen
- willa montague
- william bexley
- william jugson
- winnifred fawley
- zayn shafiq
- zora cresswell
Page Summary
- The 1988 Wizarding Awards!
- valentine's party post! gifts and threads and owls, oh my!
- NEW YEAR'S EVE! OPEN TO ALL!
- Happy Birthday Arista!
- ARISTA!
- ALL-STAR PARTY POST!
- fitzwilliams/knightley wedding!
- The 1987 Wizarding World Awards!
- GRIFFITHS
- ARTIE!
- (no subject)
- Valentine's Gift Posts! February 14th!
- ARISTA!
- New Year's Eve! Open to Everyone & Everywhere!
- POSTED FOR TUESDAY! #nanowrimo
- ARISTA
- Owl to Adrian Mattias
- ARTHUR - SUNDAY MORNING!
- (no subject)
- Owl to Arista Sykes
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May. 8th, 2017
presenters & winners!
Free-for-all! Think your character would've been nominated? Go for it! Open for everyone!
Feb. 14th, 2017
valentine's party post! gifts and threads and owls, oh my!
OOC hybrid post! post anything you like 😊 ❤️ Happy Valentine's Day!!
Dec. 29th, 2016
Sep. 15th, 2016
Happy Birthday Arista!
flowers delivered in the morning, made certain that she's not allergic to
( then, hand-delivered! )
Sep. 5th, 2016
ARISTA!
Artie examined his purpling left eye in the curve of his spoon, his reflection distorted but providing enough for him to be conscious of his need for an excuse. It would a little bit more than rude to wear his sunglasses indoors which would've been his best route, so...stray bludger it would be, then. Stray bludger from practice, his healer wasn't on so he didn't want someone else giving him anything, he'll put some ice on it when he got home...
...that sounded much easier to swallow than an altercation with his father that had escalated quickly.
Father was a loose term as Arthur Griffiths hadn't shown him much paternal affection since he was about five-years-old. Artie now assumed that was about the time the real origins of his birth had come to life, which...wasn't an excuse, but it made things make sense. In a weird, twisted way, of course. He'd done his best to avoid his father these past few months, but it proved difficult when his sister Wilda was involved. She'd fallen ill after a nasty crash in last week's match, so while they were never on the best terms, Artie had paid her a visit.
He sighed. Artie knew that he'd been sharp with his father, probably too much for the circumstances surrounding his sister. It had...been terribly easy to let the short, muttered remarks from his father ignite an anger and it was Artie who had come out worse for wear.
His thoughts were immediately interrupted at the sound of jingling bells and the sight of Arista coming through the door of the bakery. Artie stood and smiled, glad to have a distraction, especially in the form of his girlfriend. "I'm early; I guess the prospect of birthday party dessert tasting was too great."
...that sounded much easier to swallow than an altercation with his father that had escalated quickly.
Father was a loose term as Arthur Griffiths hadn't shown him much paternal affection since he was about five-years-old. Artie now assumed that was about the time the real origins of his birth had come to life, which...wasn't an excuse, but it made things make sense. In a weird, twisted way, of course. He'd done his best to avoid his father these past few months, but it proved difficult when his sister Wilda was involved. She'd fallen ill after a nasty crash in last week's match, so while they were never on the best terms, Artie had paid her a visit.
He sighed. Artie knew that he'd been sharp with his father, probably too much for the circumstances surrounding his sister. It had...been terribly easy to let the short, muttered remarks from his father ignite an anger and it was Artie who had come out worse for wear.
His thoughts were immediately interrupted at the sound of jingling bells and the sight of Arista coming through the door of the bakery. Artie stood and smiled, glad to have a distraction, especially in the form of his girlfriend. "I'm early; I guess the prospect of birthday party dessert tasting was too great."
Jul. 29th, 2016
ALL-STAR PARTY POST!
All-Star Game Winners: Green Leprechauns ; MVP Arista Sykes
Celebrity Game Winners: Double Rainbows ; MVP Beckham Towler
ooc: This post is fluid! It is meant for threads set before, during, and after the All-Star Game! Time dates approx. range from July 31st to August 7th~ Have another plot idea/event going on during that time? Thread it here!
May. 21st, 2016
May. 5th, 2016
Apr. 28th, 2016
GRIFFITHS
Adrian knew himself no genius, but right now, he felt very smart. His plan was working!
Well, almost. Half of his plan was working. The other half hadn't arrived yet. But he would soon.
Pressing a smile onto his face, Adrian beamed across the table at his half-sister. It hadn't been too difficult to convince Odette to meet him for lunch at Leaky (Preseason was starting soon! Let him see her before she was too pregnant! He would pay!), and once she was about settled, Artie would be due to arrive. Not once had Adrian seen Artie arrive late anywhere, which was good, because he thought he was meeting just Adrian at Leaky for lunch too about twenty minutes after Adrian and Odette had set to meet up.
Of course Artie Griffiths had been invited to siblings lunch! Just no one except his humble self, Adrian Mattias, knew that.
See! Brilliant! This would work, Adrian was sure. It was a simple trick that would get his two siblings, now that they were in the same country, to talk to each other. And in public! So they would have to be nice! Glancing away from the menu to look down at his watch, Adrian nodded at the time.
"I have to use the bathroom!" he declared to Odette, which was met with an expected sigh of disinterest and disgust (also some eye rolling). "I will be right back!"
Getting up from the table, Adrian trotted toward the muggle entrance of Leaky. Odette was seated with her back facing the entrance (and the bathrooms), so as long as Artie did not notice her hair until it was too late...
"Artie!" Adrian grinned, and only half leaning out the door (On time! See!), he wasted no time in pulling Artie inside. He gripped the younger wizard by his shoulders, forcefully directing him back toward the table he had just vacated. "I already have a table, it is a good one... Odette! Look who is here!"
Keeping a firm hold on his younger brother, Adrian all but forced Artie to sit down in the chair opposite of Odette. Was it coincidence that he kept Artie purposely in front of him between Odette? No, not at all. Adrian made no indication of seating himself back down.
Well, almost. Half of his plan was working. The other half hadn't arrived yet. But he would soon.
Pressing a smile onto his face, Adrian beamed across the table at his half-sister. It hadn't been too difficult to convince Odette to meet him for lunch at Leaky (Preseason was starting soon! Let him see her before she was too pregnant! He would pay!), and once she was about settled, Artie would be due to arrive. Not once had Adrian seen Artie arrive late anywhere, which was good, because he thought he was meeting just Adrian at Leaky for lunch too about twenty minutes after Adrian and Odette had set to meet up.
Of course Artie Griffiths had been invited to siblings lunch! Just no one except his humble self, Adrian Mattias, knew that.
See! Brilliant! This would work, Adrian was sure. It was a simple trick that would get his two siblings, now that they were in the same country, to talk to each other. And in public! So they would have to be nice! Glancing away from the menu to look down at his watch, Adrian nodded at the time.
"I have to use the bathroom!" he declared to Odette, which was met with an expected sigh of disinterest and disgust (also some eye rolling). "I will be right back!"
Getting up from the table, Adrian trotted toward the muggle entrance of Leaky. Odette was seated with her back facing the entrance (and the bathrooms), so as long as Artie did not notice her hair until it was too late...
"Artie!" Adrian grinned, and only half leaning out the door (On time! See!), he wasted no time in pulling Artie inside. He gripped the younger wizard by his shoulders, forcefully directing him back toward the table he had just vacated. "I already have a table, it is a good one... Odette! Look who is here!"
Keeping a firm hold on his younger brother, Adrian all but forced Artie to sit down in the chair opposite of Odette. Was it coincidence that he kept Artie purposely in front of him between Odette? No, not at all. Adrian made no indication of seating himself back down.
Mar. 13th, 2016
ARTIE!
"We should order room service," Smeth said suddenly, breaking the silence as he dropped the paper to the floor next to the chair he was lounging in. He'd have to save it for another time when Artie being named an eligible bachelor would be funny and the rest of the commentary could be ignored. He hadn't planned on staying this long, he didn't exactly have the time to take off work. Spring tended to be one of the busiest times with witches and wizards eager to get out in the nicer weather. The excitement often lead to them forgetting that magical creatures also were also excited about the change in seasons. He couldn't possibly miss the Scotland vs. England game when it was so easy for him to go.
The plan was to portkey in for the game, try to grab dinner with Artie after, and then catch the last one back to London that evening. But then there was that accident and--- Smeth couldn't just leave, not without making sure his friend was okay. He nearly got himself into a shouting match with his mother as she refused to let him in to see him, despited being a qualified healer and his best friend. By the time Artie had been released, he was back to his normal schedule and there hadn't really been any time to talk about what had been said when he feel.
Not wanting to leave until he was positive that Artie was okay, being cleared to fly was not enough for him, Smeth decided to stay claiming that it was his intention all along to come out for a week as a surprise. Whatever was going on, it wasn't something that could easily be brushed off and eventually, Artie would be ready to talk about it.
"I'm starving, and I don't feel like moving, so it has to be the best option, right?"
The plan was to portkey in for the game, try to grab dinner with Artie after, and then catch the last one back to London that evening. But then there was that accident and--- Smeth couldn't just leave, not without making sure his friend was okay. He nearly got himself into a shouting match with his mother as she refused to let him in to see him, despited being a qualified healer and his best friend. By the time Artie had been released, he was back to his normal schedule and there hadn't really been any time to talk about what had been said when he feel.
Not wanting to leave until he was positive that Artie was okay, being cleared to fly was not enough for him, Smeth decided to stay claiming that it was his intention all along to come out for a week as a surprise. Whatever was going on, it wasn't something that could easily be brushed off and eventually, Artie would be ready to talk about it.
"I'm starving, and I don't feel like moving, so it has to be the best option, right?"
Mar. 8th, 2016
WHO: Artie Griffiths
WHAT: He's awake
WHERE: Quidditch healing center...thing
WHEN: After the match!
( Everyone knows, now )
WHAT: He's awake
WHERE: Quidditch healing center...thing
WHEN: After the match!
( Everyone knows, now )
Feb. 13th, 2016
Valentine's Gift Posts! February 14th!
OOC: Cards/Gifts from your characters to their loved ones can be posted here!! Have fun!
Feb. 4th, 2016
ARISTA!
Artie had become very good at hiding his feelings of itchiness because of dirt or germs or unpleasant textures; it was when his own anxiousness or nerves caused his hands to tingle that he still struggled to hideaway. The Scottish National Team was gathered for their first set of promotion, which included interviews, autograph signings, and of course, the donning of the 1987 Team Scotland robes. Which all could have, and should have, been very exciting, but the fabric of a jersey that bore the name Griffiths caused his skin to burn. Artie hoped that his discomfort did not translate into the photos that were being taken, he tried his best, but his mind couldn't focus on the person in front of him as the name on his back felt as if it was crushing him to the ground with its weight.
He wasn't a Griffiths. The thoughts had plagued him since the revelation of his true birthright in Portugal, but this was the first time he had to wear the false name. The man who raised him and had posed as his father (or did he not have an idea? With how cold and distant Arthur Griffiths was, Artie could only assume he was well-aware) was not someone that Artie wished to continue to acknowledge, but it wasn't as if he wanted MacFarlan scrawled across his shoulders, either...
What's in a name? Plenty, apparently. As soon as the team was dismissed, Artie pulled the jersey over his head and crumbled it into his gym bag. He heard McCormack call out to him, but he hurried out of the press room. He and Arista were supposed to meet afterwards, and he really just---wanted to get everything out of his head.
"Sorry I ran out," he said as Arista approached their predetermined meeting place. Artie pushed off from the wall he had been leaning on, standing just outside the exit doors. He had left in such a rush that he'd left his regular cloak, and it was freezing out, so he'd been forced to linger inside. At least he hadn't lost all the excitement of the day; anticipating Arista always managed to make him smile. "I haven't seen that many Scots in one room in a long time."
He wasn't a Griffiths. The thoughts had plagued him since the revelation of his true birthright in Portugal, but this was the first time he had to wear the false name. The man who raised him and had posed as his father (or did he not have an idea? With how cold and distant Arthur Griffiths was, Artie could only assume he was well-aware) was not someone that Artie wished to continue to acknowledge, but it wasn't as if he wanted MacFarlan scrawled across his shoulders, either...
What's in a name? Plenty, apparently. As soon as the team was dismissed, Artie pulled the jersey over his head and crumbled it into his gym bag. He heard McCormack call out to him, but he hurried out of the press room. He and Arista were supposed to meet afterwards, and he really just---wanted to get everything out of his head.
"Sorry I ran out," he said as Arista approached their predetermined meeting place. Artie pushed off from the wall he had been leaning on, standing just outside the exit doors. He had left in such a rush that he'd left his regular cloak, and it was freezing out, so he'd been forced to linger inside. At least he hadn't lost all the excitement of the day; anticipating Arista always managed to make him smile. "I haven't seen that many Scots in one room in a long time."
Dec. 30th, 2015
New Year's Eve! Open to Everyone & Everywhere!
ooc: Massive group thread! Where is your character celebrating NYE? Thread it here! Provide parties/events!
Known events: Ollie & Jake's house party, Witch Weekly's Sexiest Men of the Year Bash (black tie~), and...?
Nov. 29th, 2015
POSTED FOR TUESDAY! #nanowrimo
Huddled with the many layers of her skirt bunched in her arms, Saoirse couldn't say she was very interested in ensuring the entertainment of the guests at her own wedding. She supposed she thought if they were truly not enjoying themselves, then there would be no fault of departure from the little, nestled section of land on the Fawcett grounds the Williams-Mullet reception had taken over. After all, wasn't the benefit of friendship to express honesty between the other? To not feel forced into doing whatever it was that one did not want to do? Saoirse knew very much what it felt like to be pushed to do something that she otherwise did not want to, which was certainly why she and Howell had tucked themselves away in the closet under the stairs back at Drystan and Bess' house in downright defiance of Wedding Planner Caramel Flume's expressed wishes. She was sure there must be some important thing that they should be attending to at this instant, like cake cutting, or pressing small talk with table three, or preparing a set of magically-lit birds to fly into the night sky or other, but as always, Saoirse couldn't care. All she had, all she needed from the day was right beside her, and only wanting that, she felt little guilt in slipping away with Howell for a bit of quiet every time the opportunity arose (or when it didn't). Surely this hiding place of theirs would soon be exposed as the others had, but for now, Saoirse felt content in sitting on the floor with her head resting against Howell's shoulder. In a brilliant move the last time they had been dragged out to the party, Howell managed to steal a plate from dinner. Looking at it, uncurling one of her arms to wrap it around his own, she regarded the magically-refilling dish before their feet. With their wands both lit above, propped on a coat hanger, the foods on it were very easy to see. "Is this quail?" she asked, finding the meat odd. Her lips pressed together, and picking her head up to look at Howell for a funny moment, Saoirse realized she found that too strange. A soft and tinkering laugh escaped her lips as her eyes, as they always did, gazed to his. |
Nov. 22nd, 2015
ARISTA
Arista Sykes arrived in Portugal without much of a fuss.
And by that, Artie meant that the build up to her arrival, to her setting foot into the Mattias home, was truly and greatly exaggerated. With the looks on Adrian and Maggie's faces, it would appear that they had anticipated an epic, soul-crushing snog upon first sight of each other. Artie would like to let it be known that friendly, proper greetings were had, even if there were a few times when he had to duck his eyes away, or he felt his ears heat up when he thought he felt her staring at him only to see that she wasn't. A trip to town was had, dinner was served, and Saturday night slipped into Sunday with not much ado about anything.
Which was fine, for Artie, because they were in a house full of people he'd recently found out were his siblings and extended family; he wasn't particularly sure if this was the proper setting to examine what precisely had brought Arista to Portugal in the first place. It could not have been the prospect of meeting said jammy children, could it? No, Adrian had said she'd mentioned him, that she was looking forward to seeing him...but who was to say that he was reading too far into Arista's proper niceties and getting himself all worked up over what may be nothing? He could let it play its course, he could let her come to him if she so desired, he could...
Except---
"Do you want to go for a walk?" he asked Arista.
They were in the living room that led out to the beach, having been 'left alone' because of children's bedtimes and dishes to clean up. The sky was at the beautiful point of its evening where it wasn't sure if it wanted to be lit or let the stars out; Artie had decided that twilight was his favorite time to venture out to the Portuguese beaches. He had jerked his thumb back toward the ocean, looking at Arista with nervous, but expectant eyes.
And by that, Artie meant that the build up to her arrival, to her setting foot into the Mattias home, was truly and greatly exaggerated. With the looks on Adrian and Maggie's faces, it would appear that they had anticipated an epic, soul-crushing snog upon first sight of each other. Artie would like to let it be known that friendly, proper greetings were had, even if there were a few times when he had to duck his eyes away, or he felt his ears heat up when he thought he felt her staring at him only to see that she wasn't. A trip to town was had, dinner was served, and Saturday night slipped into Sunday with not much ado about anything.
Which was fine, for Artie, because they were in a house full of people he'd recently found out were his siblings and extended family; he wasn't particularly sure if this was the proper setting to examine what precisely had brought Arista to Portugal in the first place. It could not have been the prospect of meeting said jammy children, could it? No, Adrian had said she'd mentioned him, that she was looking forward to seeing him...but who was to say that he was reading too far into Arista's proper niceties and getting himself all worked up over what may be nothing? He could let it play its course, he could let her come to him if she so desired, he could...
Except---
"Do you want to go for a walk?" he asked Arista.
They were in the living room that led out to the beach, having been 'left alone' because of children's bedtimes and dishes to clean up. The sky was at the beautiful point of its evening where it wasn't sure if it wanted to be lit or let the stars out; Artie had decided that twilight was his favorite time to venture out to the Portuguese beaches. He had jerked his thumb back toward the ocean, looking at Arista with nervous, but expectant eyes.
Nov. 15th, 2015
Owl to Adrian Mattias
ARTHUR - SUNDAY MORNING!
Falling onto her back, Odette let out a great sigh. Adrian had made her promise to stay put, Adrian had made her swear not to go searching for Artie, Adrian knew what would be best, here, so perhaps it would be better if Odette tried to focus on something else? She could prepare what she would say to Artie when he returned, inform her own family of this news, collect her thoughts on this great new matter, blahblah blah blah blah!
Irritated, Odette collected a fistful of sand and quickly dropped it back down to the beach beneath her. Last night had been filled with all those kinds of things, but even Odette couldn't admit she had been devoted to those causes. She had felt much more distracted by the bigger issue, the greater thing that everyone else seemed to be able to put on hold; Artie had heard everything. And now, he was gone, lost in the night who knew where, doing who knew what, and--- what had happened had been the exact opposite she felt so adamantly about preventing. She hadn't meant for him to hear those things, they hadn't been--- well, they were right, of course, but you didn't put a twelve-year-old junior leaguer into a professional international match, did you?
No, of course not. And now... she felt guilty for her words. Not a person to actively allow guilt to take her, Odette found herself almost totally consumed by it. She liked Artie, she had grown fond of him in their short days together, and felt protective of the younger wizard. But now, that was all... confused and mashed together with other things, other ties, and it made her wonder how bloody absurd it was that even as an adult, even at this time in her life, her father was still capable of screwing with her and other people's lives.
Tired of doing nothing already in the morning sun (she had refused to go for a run with Adrian, and instead opted for a casual, lonesome walk along the sand purely out of spite), Odette sat back up as she took her wand out of her pocket. As it seemed that no one was around, probably due to the time, she began to flick her wrist idly, making random marks and designs in the sand.
Irritated, Odette collected a fistful of sand and quickly dropped it back down to the beach beneath her. Last night had been filled with all those kinds of things, but even Odette couldn't admit she had been devoted to those causes. She had felt much more distracted by the bigger issue, the greater thing that everyone else seemed to be able to put on hold; Artie had heard everything. And now, he was gone, lost in the night who knew where, doing who knew what, and--- what had happened had been the exact opposite she felt so adamantly about preventing. She hadn't meant for him to hear those things, they hadn't been--- well, they were right, of course, but you didn't put a twelve-year-old junior leaguer into a professional international match, did you?
No, of course not. And now... she felt guilty for her words. Not a person to actively allow guilt to take her, Odette found herself almost totally consumed by it. She liked Artie, she had grown fond of him in their short days together, and felt protective of the younger wizard. But now, that was all... confused and mashed together with other things, other ties, and it made her wonder how bloody absurd it was that even as an adult, even at this time in her life, her father was still capable of screwing with her and other people's lives.
Tired of doing nothing already in the morning sun (she had refused to go for a run with Adrian, and instead opted for a casual, lonesome walk along the sand purely out of spite), Odette sat back up as she took her wand out of her pocket. As it seemed that no one was around, probably due to the time, she began to flick her wrist idly, making random marks and designs in the sand.
Nov. 14th, 2015
WHO: The Mattias-MacFarlan Clan!
WHAT: Maggie has dug up some interesting information
WHERE: Braga, Portugal
WHEN: Tonight?!
( Maggie pressed her lips together, listening for the steps that led up to the front door for when Artie returned home )
WHAT: Maggie has dug up some interesting information
WHERE: Braga, Portugal
WHEN: Tonight?!
( Maggie pressed her lips together, listening for the steps that led up to the front door for when Artie returned home )