valesco ; a harry potter rpg

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SPATTERGROIT OUTBREAK UPDATES!

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Miles felt, he felt, he felt everything! He could not sleep last night, he left bed early this morning and spent it poolside with Sabine, breakfast was barely touched, he felt nervous, but ready! Excited, but wanting to make every moment last a millennium. Most of all, he felt very loved, and told Mira so as often as he could, thinking it would never be enough. The morning had whirled by, they were married under the Moroccan sun, in the middle of the vast Sahara Desert that showcased the enormity of this step, how very little they were when it came to the rest of the world, making him think that they needed to take advantage of every moment they could. With his mind having been jumping everywhere all day, it was no wonder that Miles had already made his rounds about the room before the first course of dinner had been served. He'd lost Sabine to his sister, then their mother, and now it was time to find his wife and perhaps whisk her to the dance floor again? Or did she wish for cake? Or maybe to sneak away for a private moment because her dress made his hands twitch with anticipation of the evening--- "Mrs. Lufkin!" Miles let out, putting his hands up as if seeing Mira for the first time that day. He clasped his hands at his chest, and then bowed as if being graced by her presence (he was!). "May I have this dance?" He lifted his head to waggle his eyebrows, his smile brighter than it had ever been before.

It had taken every bit of willpower for Camilla to not eat all of the fresh, warm Italian bread she had cut up to serve with the dinner she was making for she and Hugh. She had prepared the sauce the night before, when her fiancee (she still grinned like an idiot whenever she referred to him as such) had told her he would be able to come over after he was finished with his shift. Their meal would consist of chicken parmigiana and spaghetti, with a fresh side salad, bread, and some wine.

She, of course, wouldn't be having any of the Merlot she had paired with the dish, but she wanted everything to be perfect. Her stomach was fluttering with nerves, which was a welcome change to the nausea she had been dealing with for the last few weeks. She felt like there had been some days where she hadn't been able to eat or drink anything without it making her feel sick - just the smell of certain foods had set her off - but now that she had her appetite back, she was ravenous. She was feeling so much better, which was why she decided that now was the best time for her to sit down with Hugh to have what she knew was going to be a life changing discussion.

Camilla had been rehearsing what she was going to say to him since she had found out. She had written things down, and scribbled things out, tossing several rolls of parchment into the trash because nothing seemed appropriate. She certainly hadn't been appropriate when Siena had figured things out, and while she had apologized since for how she had behaved, she knew she was wrong and would have to work at making things right with her future sister-in-law. She had written down ideas on how to go about that, too, but tonight she was going to focus on Hugh and the news she had to share with him.

She had just finished plating the food when she heard Hugh apparate into her living room. Licking some sauce from her thumb, she beamed at him, rounding the kitchen table so that she could greet him.

"Your timing couldn't be more perfect."

With the Quidditch season coming to an abrupt end, Camilla didn't have very much to do at the office these days. Her boss had given her and the rest of the Arrow's PR team the week off; this would have been excellent news for most people, but not having anything to help her pass the time was driving her mad, and it was only Tuesday. She had already cleaned her entire flat by hand the day before, finding that using magic would have gotten the job done too quickly. It was as she was cleaning her floor that she had started to feel very dizzy. She had taken a seat on the couch until she felt well enough to apparate to Mungo's, where she was examined by a healer.

She hadn't been feeling well for a few weeks now, but she hadn't thought much of it. She figured that the healer would tell her that she was overexerting herself – that he would tell her that she had a virus, and send her home with a potion and tell her to get some rest.

He had sent her home with something alright, and had indeed told her to take it easy, but not for the reason she had been expecting.

She hadn't told Hugh about her visit to Mungo's when she went to see him that night, since she didn't want him to worry like she knew he would. Instead, she just told him she wasn't feeling very well – which wasn't exactly a lie - and wound up falling asleep in his bed while he was still getting changed. He was gone by the time she had woken up that morning, and she frowned at the empty space where he had been, but she didn't have very much time to miss his presence because she felt so nauseous. Throwing the covers off, she all but ran into the twins' bathroom, dropping down to the floor in front of the toilet, expelling the contents of her stomach as she had done so many times these last few weeks. It was such a miserable feeling, and she groaned as she reached up for the lever, not realizing that she hadn't even thought to shut the door behind her.

Camilla hadn't been feeling quite like herself that day. She had to excuse herself from a meeting that afternoon in order because she had gotten sick and didn't want to vomit all over the conference table. That would have been humiliating, and she was certain she wouldn't be able to look the Arrow's management team in the eye again. A few of the more uncouth women she worked with made it a point to tell her that she looked pale, and tired. She sarcastically thanked them for pointing this out to her before she gathered her things and asked to spend the rest of the evening working from home. After all, this was the first time she would be seeing Hugh since he had come home from Norway, and she didn't want to be stuck at work late, especially when she was feeling so crummy.

Unfortunately, being at home didn't make her feel much better, and she was actually just getting up off the floor after getting sick again when she heard her front door open, Hugh's voice coming from the foyer.

"Just a second!" she called from the bathroom, moving quickly to the sink so that she could gargle with some mouthwash and splash some cold water on her face before facing him. She groaned at her peaked appearance, and tried pinching her cheeks to give them some color.

Opening the door, she felt significantly better when she saw Hugh in the hallway. Maybe she had been feeling ill because she knew he wasn't nearby? It was a theory that was proven wrong when she was in his arms and she started feeling a bit woozy again. She ignored it, trying to focus on him instead.

"Did you get into a duel with my tree?" she asked with a laugh, plucking a few leaves from his hair that must have fallen from the large oak on her front lawn, then placed her hands on either side of his face. Pushing up onto her toes, she greeted him with a kiss, dropping back down to her heels in order to get a better look at him.

"How's Siena feeling?" she asked, her face reflecting the concern she felt for his sister.

WHO: Camilla Clearwater & Hugh Orpington
WHAT: meet up after long hard days at work!
WHERE: undisclosed dueling... area
WHEN: tonight!

( I heard you were amazing out there. )

Peter had not understood his management's request to wear light colors, a white shirt if he could, until he entered the tented area on Wimbourne Field and was struck with a glob of what felt like paint. He stared down at the bright pink bulge on his chest for a few seconds before looking up to find the culprit, a tiny intern from the back offices who looked mortified that he had been the one to strike Peter. But, the week had been a good one for his team and for himself, so Peter just spread the paint across his shirt like a claw mark and continued on his way. If this was their theme, he was going to run with it. Anyone who came into his path had a pink hand-print somewhere on their body, whether it be in an appropriate place or not. He was enjoying very much the attention that had been put on the Wasps, and with their latest addition milling about somewhere, the news fresh off a post-game announcement, Peter was feeling excellent about the rest of their season. Perhaps he needed some yellow paint, with all this team spirit he was feeling. Peter made his way through to a table where the necessary supplies were at the ready, and dipped two fingers into the bowl of yellow paint. With keen expertise, he spread thick lines across his cheek bones, as if ready to go into battle. His spirits high and the lights down low, this was certainly going to prove to be an excellent night.

ooc: Black Buzzers and the Brash Bees win! Caden Flint and Hugh Orpington are your MVPs!
Black light party! Paint! Wizard fun! Lots of dark corners to get into trouble!

Donovan Rookwood may have been Head Boy in 1986, had not been looking forward to his class reunion. He couldn't believe it had been 10 years - 10 bloody years - since he had graduated. Honestly, it felt like only yesterday. He missed the school, but the people? He could live without never having to see certain people from his graduating class ever again, but he couldn't very well not attend. He was sure Jolene would have throttled him if he had told her she had to host the entire evening by herself, and there were some people who were actually sentimental about this rubbish. Despite the dread he had felt leading up to that night, he had to admit that riding the Hogwarts Express beside Danielle, not to mention being in the castle, made him feel a sense of nostalgia that he hadn't entirely expected. He suspected that if he wasn't partially responsible for making sure everything ran smoothly, he might not have been so miserable. He just hadn't realized how much planning was involved. They had to figure out out the number of people in their class, and account for people who were bringing guests. That meant figuring out how many place settings there were, and try and seat people according to who wasn't going to kill each other by the end of the night, while also trying not to segregate the houses, and then there were the decorations, and- The list just seemed to go on and on, but thankfully Donovan and Jo had different strengths they brought to the table. After months of work, their efforts had finally paid off, and everyone seemed to be pleased with the end results. There was good food, live music, and there was even supposed to be a fireworks show that Dumbledore had arranged for the end of the night. All of these things were well and good, but there was one thing in particular that Donovan was looking forward to - the fully stocked, high-end open bar. It wasn't the first time the class of 1976 had gotten piss drunk on Hogwarts grounds, but it was certainly the first time they had been able to do so with permission. Students were home for the summer, and the common rooms were theirs to use as they pleased. Donovan and Jolene were even given access to the Head Boy and Girl suites. If he had his way, he and Danielle would have disappeared a long time ago to enjoy the privacy, but his wife had decided to mingle, which left her husband leaning against the edge of the bar with a half-empty glass of firewhiskey. He was scanning the crowd when he noticed someone walking towards the bar, looking just as thrilled to be there as he was. He smirked behind the rim of his glass, and took a sip. "Having fun, Wadcock?" [OOC: This thread is for anyone who graduated in 1986 from Hogwarts and +1's! The date of the reunion is actually tomorrow (the 18th) but Kristin is in a wedding and needed to post this a little early. >_> REMEMBER, RULES OF THE REUNION ARE: YOU CAN NOT SCENE WITH YOUR CHARACTERS' GUESTS, OR ANYONE ELSE THEY WOULD ~TYPICALLY~ SCENE WITH! Be creative! EXPAND HORIZONS! REKINDLE OLD FRIENDSHIPS! MAKE UP OLD "WHEN WE WERE IN HOGWARTS" STORIES, ETC. ETC.]

It was 1 o'clock in the morning, and she couldn't sleep.

For the life of her, she couldn't sleep. Camilla knew that the reason for her constant tossing and turning had everything to do with the fact that Hugh was laying in her guest room. It wasn't the first time he had spent the night since his and Siena's apartment had been burglarized, and it wasn't the first time she had been kept awake with the knowledge that he was so close, but still much further than she would have liked him to be.

Her relationship with Hugh since he had been back was…a little complicated, to be sure. On the one hand, she wanted to take things slow, since she had been left heartbroken at the end of their last go at being together as a couple. On the other hand, she could feel every molecule in her body tingle at the thought of being near him. It was a constant tug of war between her mind and body, but tonight her mind seemed to be throwing in the towel, even though it had put up one hell of a fight up until the point she decided to throw her sheets off.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, starting for her door. She was dressed in a tank top styled sleep shirt and shorts, though she wrapped her arms around herself now that she was being hit with the cooling charm she had cast on the house. Her bare feet padded against the wood flooring of her hallway, stopping in front of the door that lead to her guest bedroom. Her brain decided to put up one last-ditch effort to convince her that maybe this wasn't a good idea – that she should just go back to bed and wait until the morning to see him if he was still there. She could usually hear the faint 'pop' of him apparating back home, likely so that his mother and Siena wouldn't realize that he wasn't there. She found herself going into the guest room once she knew he was gone, just so she could lay where he had been, and finally get some sleep by breathing in his scent, which lingered on the sheets.

Her hand lifted, and she hesitated a moment before giving a gentle knock – loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to wake him if he was asleep.

WHO: Camilla Clearwater & Hugh Orpington
WHAT: they are gross and "accidentally" spend the whole day together
WHEN: this weekend!
WHERE: Camilla's flat!
STATUS: finishing in comments!

( He could very distinctly remember a couple of specific formative year experiences of desperately trying, and failing, at impressing on Camilla his general suave and worthy being. )

"Damn..."

Billie let out a huff as she dropped back down onto her heels, placing her hands on her hips as she stared up at the top shelf of her locker. She didn't have her wand on her, and she knew there was something towards the back of the shelf that she just couldn't reach. She was tall, but not tall enough to grab the last of her belongings.

This was what she got for waiting so long to get the rest of her things from Appleby's stadium. She had been trying to get there on a day where she knew none of management would be around, since she really didn't feel like facing them after they had said such terrible things to her a few months ago. She didn't play for their team anymore, so she could only imagine the things that could spill from their lips when it came to a player from an opposing team. It was still strange, to think that she was no longer an Arrow. She no longer had the right to wear the pale shade of blue she had been playing in for the last few years. Instead, she would be donned in a darker shade with gold accents, and would be flying alongside players like Caden Flint, Drystan Fawcett, and Matt Summerby. She respected all of these players, and was glad to have a friend in Matt, making her transition a bit easier. Still, she was going to be playing for Puddlemere United, which meant she had a lot to prove, and-

She ran her hands through her hair as she thought about all the new changes that were happening in her life, and was quickly reminded that her hair was one of them when her fingers ran out of something to comb through. She had just gotten it all lopped off about an hour before arriving at the stadium to get the rest of her things. She was still deciding whether or not it was too short, but it was too late to go back now. That seemed to be Billie's mantra about life in general - it's too late to go back now. She wanted that to change. She wanted so much to change, and while her appearance wasn't going to change anything, she thought that it would be a nice addition to the fresh start she wanted to make in Puddlemere.

Climbing up onto the bench, Billie carefully leaned forward, balancing precariously as she reached to try and wrap her fingers around the tiny, stuffed bird that had somehow gotten pushed to the back of her locker.

"Got you, y'little bastard," she said victoriously, though it took her a few moments to realize that the position she had gotten herself into was going to be a tricky one to get out of. The front of her right sneaker was just barely on the bench behind her, while she had used her left foot to get leverage from the locker next to hers, which belonged to Andrea. She groaned, wondering how the hell she was going to get out of this mess without breaking something. It would be her luck, getting injured before the season had even started. She wobbled for a moment, and then froze like a cat when she heard someone approaching. She turned her neck awkwardly, and when she saw who it was she let out a breath of relief that it wasn't management...and then she remembered that she was stuck, and blew some hair out of her face, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"A little help, please?"

NOMINEES ★ HONOREES ★ PRESENTERS ★ WINNERS ★ AWARD

( Let the party begin!! )