valesco ; a harry potter rpg

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( table arrangements )

presenters & winners!
Free-for-all! Think your character would've been nominated? Go for it! Open for everyone!

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

One would think after waiting so long, after so much worry and fret concerning her child's arrival, Liddie would be wrought with exhaustion after the fact. She was drained, of course, but wrought would be the incorrect term to describe her: she was glowing. Glowing with pride, glowing with happiness, glowing with gratitude--- she even glowed when she cried.

Or at least, she assumed she did. Liddie couldn't be sure, and frankly she didn't care enough to verify the truth from Charlie; it must simply be accepted as fact whether it true or not.

Where was Charlie? Liddie vaguely remembered... something about Octavius? Or had it been Michal? She couldn't say for sure, but she knew he would be back in due time. Of course he would, how could anyone be away long from the perfect Meara Blake...?

Liddie smiled, her eyes trailing briefly, as they had so many times in the past hour (and would continue), to the bassinette by her bed. Meara was asleep, but as long as you kept your voice low... Liddie shifted under her hospital sheets to look properly at Melania beside her. They had gone quiet for a moment, past the simple, obvious comments of Meara's beauty and how Liddie was feeling.

"I'm glad you're here," Liddie admitted, breaking the silence. A small smile pressed onto Liddie's lips, and with a gentle hand, she reached to wrap her own about Melania's. She knew how her friend struggled with her current reality, so to take the time for her, her goddaughter... Liddie squeezed Melania's hand. "I'm so happy you could see her."

♥

You can still shine in the shade.







attached:
a pair of custom-made (charmed to match outfit!) sunglasses
a congratulatory note on nomination/win/etc. etc.
specific instructions to wear gift upon arrival to wizarding awards

WHO: CHARLIDDIE LYNCH-SPINNET
WHAT: 😏
WHERE: paris! quidditch stadium!
WHEN: today! right before the ireland v. scotland match

( What are you doing here?! )

ooc: Have a character shipping off to Paris on Sunday that wants to say some good-byes? Post here!
Ideas: Team England Party @ Grail's bar | Last minute packing | Portkey Terminal | etc.!
...maybe it doesn't have to be quidditch related? dun dunn who's taking off as well?

Spread & Share the ♥!
OOC: Cards/Gifts from your characters to their loved ones can be posted here!! Have fun!

The realtor witch left under the declaration of giving her clients a moment to themselves, but Liddie found herself needing a little bit more than one moment. This was very big, a very very expensive purchase (right before Christmas, too!), and while she was sure it was the right move to make, she was also…. not so sure about it at all. Looking up at the beautifully molded ceilings, thinking she had originally liked the gold against the white walls, Liddie took in a breath.

Her business needed a new place to operate from, that, she knew. Liddie also knew her and Charlie’s house in Kenmare couldn’t contain it any longer. People coming in and out of the house at all times of day and night, designs and materials taking over more and more rooms; it wasn’t fair to Charlie, or the dogs, and she had been thinking that an official headquarters in the center of London with business hours away from their home was the next logical step for a while now. Clients and buyers would like this house, it would represent a good image for the brand. Her assistants could have desks, working stations, there would be a whole room for that… the entire bottom floor could be for her fashion house. And the upstairs could be for her and Charlie, the dogs, when the children were here to live in…

Brow furrowing at the thought of children, Liddie dropped her shoulders and redirected her gaze at her husband. The past couple weeks back from Cuba had been a whirlwind, and she had never been so thankful for Charlie Spinnet in her life. He felt just as intimidated by this rather adult purchase, didn’t he? Liddie quietly closed the gap between her and her husband.

“It’s so big,” she marveled, reaching for Charlie’s hand as her voice echoed against the high ceilings. “Are you sure you like it?”

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.

WHO: Delilah Spinnet & Liddie Lynch-Spinnet!
WHAT: Delilah has some fall cleaning to get through
WHERE: Delilah's flat
WHEN: before this! earlier in the week

( I feel like I’m sorting through someone else’s life. )

WHO: Liddie & Charlie Spinnet
WHAT: Late night talks
WHERE: Their home!
WHEN: Tonight!

( He had visited Darren’s parents today. )

The first wave of victims of the Caerphilly Catastrophe have flooded into St. Mungo's Hospital. The Daily Prophet can confirm that there are fatalities on both the wizard and muggle sides, though names have not been released at this time. If you are searching for a family member, the St. Mungo's staff asks you to remain calm as updating lists will be posted in the main lobby.

Minister Bagnold has issued a short statement:

"What occurred in Caerphilly is the product of the mistreatment of one of our nation's most beloved pastimes. My heart and the Ministry's goes out to the families that were affected, just as they have these past few weeks of chaos. Remain vigilante; we will get down to the bottom of these disasters by any means necessary."


OOC: HYBRID COMMENTS THREAD! Here, your characters can thread out hospital visits from Friday night and on, depending on how you want your story to play out, or your character can react in comment form to the news. Updates will be made accordingly!

If you're threading, putting a title in the first comment will help keep track.

WHO: Guillaume Oberlin & Liddie Lynch-Spinnet!
WHAT: o_o
WHEN: TODAY!
WHERE: st mungos is HOPPING LATELY

( No English, signorina, I very sorry. )

Who! Delilah and Liddie
What! Chats and realizations.
Where! Fancy tea house
When! Todayyy?

( Charlie had told her about Geoffrey Brand, yes, of course he had voiced to Liddie his concerns )

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.]