valesco ; a harry potter rpg

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OOC hybrid post! post anything you like 😊 ❤️ Happy Valentine's Day!!

Lottie wrung her hands together once again rethinking her decision. The cafe was quiet and she was only one of three people currently there, but it was still public. What if this didn’t go well? It would be all over the papers by tomorrow if a scene was made, but then again, he would know that too. That was the benefit to meeting here? Lottie had been questioning every decision she had made over the past week. Nothing ever felt right.

Her eyes swung to the door when the bell chimed, panic swelling for a moment before she realized that it wasn’t him. Why had she even bothered owling Towler? Returning her stare to her untouched tea, Lottie wondered what she was doing here at all. This was…

“Oh! Hi,” Lottie squeaked as a person suddenly appeared across from her. When had he gotten here? How had she not noticed until he was sliding into the booth across from her? Seemingly forgetting how small talk worked (was it even appropriate?) Lottie pulled at her fingers wishing that there was a way to turn back time.

“Thank you for making time for me. I appreciate it, I know you’re very busy.”

( Delivered by a persistent pygmy owl that refuses to leave without a reply )

| LOCATION: WINOGRAND GARDENS | HOSTED BY LOUIS & ADIAN | ALL ARE WELCOME! | #FRIENDSHIP |

Who! Lottie and Sage!
What! Nothing Sketchy.
Where! Apothocary Shop
When! Today?

( That was professional of him, wasn’t it? )

Madam Puddifoot's Tea Party | Melania's Exhibition | St. Mungo's Gala~ | etc. etc. etc.!

WHO: Phoebe Smethwyck and Lottie Sweeting
WHAT: Christmas chats
WHERE: Lottie's flat
WHEN: Tonight
STATUS: Finishing in comments

( I suppose if you’re only going to get one thing right, it should be the alcohol )

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.

hogsmeade fright-fest | state dinner masquerade | trick-or-treating | and more...!

Who! Lottie and a surprise guest!
What! Well then.
Where! Her bed :x
When! This morning!

( If you're looking for me to fill you in on what happened last night, I won't be of much help. )

Carys had let out a shout at her journal being magically pulled from her hands, but by the look of seriousness on their management's face she knew she needed to keep her mouth shut. She gestured for the rest of her team to follow along with security and led the way with her head held as high as she could, shoulders as straight. The only sign of her nerves was the constant spinning of the ring around her middle finger; this was some shit, wasn't it? Her head raced, thinking that...while all the recent events could seem isolated, it really did make you wonder...

"We're taking you out the back!" their head guard, Jeremy, exclaimed, "They threw up too many wards after the fact, you've got to reach the apparation point that's down the road!"

She puffed her cheeks, thinking it ridiculous that now that if they were too safe in the stadium, shouldn't they...stay in the stadium? Unless there was something else going on that they weren't telling them about...

The long tunnel out toward the back of the stadium let in the moonlight, and Carys was grateful for it. Soon, she'd be down that dirt road and home. Michal was probably going to tear her a new one, but it wouldn't be anything she couldn't handle.

The brisk air of the night was welcoming, and as they stepped out into the moor she wondered how the hell this had happened.

"Get down!" Jeremy shouted, his voice booming. Within a second he had shoved Carys to the ground and shot a spell back into the darkness as large pops filled the air, something was whizzing by their ears----

ooc: Catapults are together, the rest of the crowd can either still be in the stadium or making their way out

At first he'd thought some fireworks had gone off too soon. From his position high above the pitch, Matt narrowed his eyes, glowering down in annoyance, thinking that the Falcons' seeker had caught the snitch, and that the Falmouth fans in the crowd had started celebrating. When he spotted the other seeker still circling near the opposite goals, Matt felt his concentration drift, pull from the pitch and toward the crowd, where the noise had sprung. With the wind whistling in his ears, it was hard for anything louder than the crowd's usual roar to pierce through, but it had definitely sounded like...

Matt pulled up the front of his broom in a harsh brake at the sight of what appeared to be fire in the northwest section of the stands. He waved toward the referee, but there had been a drive on the pitch toward the other end, both teams had full attention on the quaffle at play. No, the security team would handle it, wouldn't they? He sat, watching for a moment to wait to see if the game would be delayed, but to his surprise another fire burst from a section close by.

"Hey--HEY!" Matt shouted, taking his broom into a steep dive toward the crowd. What the hell was going on? His heart rate picked up as he felt the heat of the flames, thinking---He shook his head, hovering over the crowd, the panic. But it wasn't just people attempting to flee, no, he saw spells being shot out, angry yelling, chairs were being flung. It was madness, it had erupted in seconds but it was madness. Thinking the only thing he could do was try to help those that were stuck, Matt flew toward the edge of the stands, shouting and waving for attention, though by now the screens that displayed the game were all focused on the literal riot that had erupted.

The crowd was swelling, people didn't know where to go, and as Matt tried to grab someone, anyone, more hands reached for his broom and tugged him down. He couldn't---his broom shot up and out of reach on its own accord, a safety charm that had been trigged, and with his acceleration he ended up straight in the trajectory of a wayward spell.

The crowd went silent, but that couldn't be, because he was watching them move, fight, and yell. Why couldn't he hear them? Matt felt himself wavering on the seat of his broom, his heartbeat suddenly filling his ears. It was all he could hear, but it was slow, it sounded off measure, and his chin drooped on its own accord to his chest. A smoldering black smoke burnt through the United's sigil on his jersey, and at the sight of it the rest of his body began to shut down along with his heart. Matt's full weight leaned forward, sending himself and his broomstick on a steep and fast spiral toward the pitch.


ooc: threads can range from the players, stands, hit-wizards, healers, mediwizards, announcers, outside fans, etc. etc.! we need it to be a disaster :D

There was nothing quite like being shoved into a freezing cold pool to wake up all your senses. Hudson maintained his sinking like a stone routine for a few seconds, watching the blurry image of Arista stalk off down the edge of the pool that was the main centerpiece of her party. Their fight had gone beautifully, he believed that they should be up for Wizarding World Awards next year! His loud and rude words would certainly earn him a place on The Tattler's wall of shame, and it put a definitive end to their fake relationship. He was sad to see it go, because when he hadn't had a ridiculously busy schedule, the 'forced' extra tim with Arista was wonderful. Her real birthday surprise would hopefully make up for not being able to spend tonight with her, but it was early enough on in the party that she could have her moment away and come back ready to party however Arista wished to party. Finding that he'd spent enough time submerged, Hudson pushed his feet off the floor of the pool and swam toward the end with the ladder. His face broke through into the cold cold air, and because it was a party full of Arista's friends, he was not greeted by a towel or anything of the such. No, no, he deserved it for being such a louse, and he clambered up the ladder and squished his way toward one of the nearest bathrooms, head hung low. Even if this was for the greater good, it was going to be a bit of a dull, perhaps even lonely night. He wasn't a drinker, but perhaps he could start.

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!

“I hope I didn’t bore you to terribly much,” Lottie said as they walked out of the pitch. She tried, honestly tried to tone down her enthusiasm because she was fully aware that Quidditch was not Hudson’s thing. It was different when she was on his radio show, there were plenty of other things that distracted her from talking too much. At the game though? Well, she had tried. Perhaps inviting him to a game hadn’t been the best of ideas.

She tried to talk about Arista at first because she was Hudson’s friend and Lottie honestly thought she was a fantastic player, so she started by pointing out things that Hudson might notice. That bled into her voicing her curiosity as to why nearly half the Pride had moved to the Magpies and asking if Hudson would mind introducing her to Arista. All in all, she realized she had talked much more than she had intended. She had fun though, Lottie enjoyed explaining things about the game. She loved talking about it. Lottie just hoped that he had fun as well.

She stopped walking once they were far enough to not block the exit. “Thanks for waiting while I got a few quick quotes.” Lottie rocked on her heels, clasping her hands behind her back. When she asked him to come with her, she had hoped that it could be something more, or at least perhaps a step anyways. Except she wasn’t sure if that had come across, or what should she should do next.

“It’s not too late yet, want to go get a drink? I promise we can talk about something other than quidditch.”

So, she didn't think that refereeing could be as much fun as actually participating, but since she got to do it with her face painted like a pretty fairy and a bottle full of red and delicious alcohol, Siena was having herself a ball. "RED TEAM WINS!" she hollered, pulling up the front of her broom to come to a screeching, perfect stop at the finish line. The gaggle of eight-year-olds jumped, shrieked, and cheered, while the Blue Team held back tears. If their parents weren't five feet away, Siena would've told them to buck up and cut it out, but she cooed and bent down to give out commiserating hugs. After the tears were dried, her assistant made an announcement about the next relay race starting in forty-five minutes, giving Siena a good amount of time to explore the rest of the fair grounds. With so much to do, she was glad there were three days worth of time, but part of her just wanted to go and get another one of these amazing concoctions. The Three Broomsticks had really outdone itself, it was a wonder that she'd never known how good of a bar they really had. With her broom sitting on her shoulder, Siena made her way through the crowd, sipping her drink happily through a twisty straw. She neared what looked like a petting zoo, what smelled like a petting zoo, and spotted a familiar flop of hair. Expertly, she flipped her broom around and jabbed Octavius Pepper in the back with the handle, grinning with her teeth still clenched on the straw.

WHO: Lottie Sweeting and Vivienne Lufkin
WHAT: Lottie's got a favor to ask
WHERE: Daily Prophet Offices
WHEN: Last work day!

( Are you sure you want to go pushing buttons that might not want to be pushed? )

ooc: If your character received this valentine, post your thread here!

Lottie had no idea what she was doing here. Adian stood her up. He had been very clear that things between them were over, but reading that he was in Mungo’s, it made her stomach twist. She tried to ignore it, obviously he would be fine. Louis wouldn’t have put it in a post for everyone to see if it was serious.

She couldn't get it out of her mind though, and asking Louis was completely out of the question, so here she was trying to convince the nurse to give her some information.

“You could go visit, some of your friends are here already.” she offered and Lottie shook her head quickly.

“No, no. I don’t want to visit, I just want to to know what happened, if he’s alright. Make sure that everything is okay.” Visiting wouldn’t be a good idea. Visiting would open a whole can of worms and Lottie really wasn’t prepared for all that.

“Well I can’t just give out that sort of information out, sorry. But like I said, you’re more than welcome to visit and ask for yourself.”

“Look, its complicated. I don’t think--- its not best for me to visit, can’t you just tell me if its serious?” Lottie pleaded, not understanding what was so difficult about the situation. Why couldn't the nurse just tell her that he was going to be fine and let her be on her way. Seeing that the nurse was just going to turn her down again, Lottie shook her head. “You know what nevermind. I’ll just go. It’s not---” she pressed her hand to her forehead. It was dumb to come down here at all. "You have been completely unhelpful."