valesco ; a harry potter rpg

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

( a quiet flurry of owls arrive )

The room felt foreign to her.

Melania, when she could bring herself to get out of bed, had wandered the house like a ghost for the last month. She hadn't set foot in her studio since she'd collapsed from her broom, but today… today, something had compelled her to open the door.

She was surprised to find it still smelled of pine.

But aside from the familiarity of the smell—and the absolute longing it awoke in her—she felt like an intruder here. All the shapes rendered themselves differently to her now, and the light that had once seemed so plentiful and bright now warped the memory of the studio in her mind. Tugging the tarp off the covered easel, Melania pulled her dressing gown tighter around herself and stared. She had hit a wall with this one, feeling horrifically uninspired, and had put away the canvas knowing she had all the time in the world to return to it.

Thinking she had all the time in the world to return to it.

The scene she'd attempted to lay out on canvas had been one from a dream… a scene of eerie, still beauty in a nightmare that she'd awoken from in the middle of the night, which she'd struggled to keep in her mind long enough to capture. Luminescent blooms set against a dark sky… the moon a pearly white aura shrouded by oncoming clouds. She recalled the vibrant purple, the glowing red she'd used to paint the flower petals, but now she could distinguish no differences in the smear across the canvas. The image was since lost to her.

It would be easy to paint her nightmares now, she thought, tormented as she was by thoughts filled with nothingness.

She was losing colour even in dreams.

With an angry cry, Melania knocked over the easel, ripping the canvas. The cart she always kept nearby, with her brushes, palettes, paints, was overturned. Not with her wand, but by hand, for the searing, bitter hatred in her heart needed to cause violence. Paintings lining the shelves, varying stages of doneness, collections she had yet to amass, older works she'd never sold, wrapped securely in tarps, were hurled to the ground, ripped, destroyed.

They were all just meaningless shades of grey now.

Blind now from the tears blurring her vision, she stumbled into the wall and could no longer support herself, sliding to the floor as sobs wracked her.

WHO Matt Summerby and Melania Comstock
WHAT Remember those headaches, and that tumble...?
WHERE St Mungo's
WHEN Sometime between All-Stars and now!

( Let’s decide where we’re heading for your much deserved holiday. )

NOMINEES ★ HONOREES ★ PRESENTERS ★ WINNERS ★ AWARD

This post is fluid time, meaning it is not set for a specific date - please state the time/date/location in the subject of your thread's first comment. There were a lot of thread ideas for the spattergroit breakout, so to help the friends list here's a group thread. Be creative, this can be the first early symptoms of Spattergroit, it can be a few days in, or toward the end of the disease. Perhaps something else entirely, but it should have something to do with the outbreak. OUTBREAK INFO

ENGLAND - 2710
POLAND - 2700
WALES - 2420

A W A R D S
MVP - Ludo Bagman
» Golden Seeker - Matthew Summerby
» Golden Chaser - Ollie Comstock
» Golden Keeper - Jeremiah Whitehorn
» Golden Beater - Axe Brookstanton

Open to all! Paris celebrations - official gatherings or parties in the streets! | Home celebrations! | Hybrid-Comment Thread!
Any sore losers out there?

final scores! a real nail biter!

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

Who! :X
What! Hawkward
Where! Witch Weekly waiting room
When! Today?

( Well, this couldn’t get more awkward, could it? )

Matt had never thrown a party before, at least not to this scale, but with the help of the ever resourceful Liddie Lynch-Spinnet, things had gone perfectly to plan! The crowd was large, but not too large, and filled with people they were sure Melania would appreciate celebrating her birthday with (and a few extra to excite some loud shrieks of surprise that had been heard all night). Musical guests were appearing throughout the night, favorite songs, pictures of Melania throughout all her wonderful ages---it was most definitely the opposite of the low-key party she had thrown for him back in June, but Matt understood, and understood well, how he and his girlfriend differed on certain things. It was hard to find a minute with his insanely loved and popular lady, and after waiting for one of her many conversations of the night to end, Matt squeezed to Melania's side, attempting to smother his smug expression. He simply couldn't. "Were you surprised?" he asked almost gleefully. Matt knew that his teasing of her upcoming birthday and his lack of planning could have very well been the death of him, but he had put all of his eggs in the basket that this party would make up for the mind games he (and Ollie. And probably Liddie, in a way. Max too!) had been playing on dearest Melania. It was just so much fun.

WHO: Matt Summerby and Ollie Comstock
WHAT: Driving along the coast!
WHERE: CAL-I-FOR-NIA
WHEN: Tooooday?

( Are we there yet? )

• Located on Level Six of the Ministry of Magic, run by the Department of Magical Transportation • Magical windows appear to give the view of the London skyline (day or night, depending on departure time) • More than one person can take a portkey at a time • Waiting area for family and friends, small restaurant and gift shop are also on this level. • This post is fluid time, meaning it is not set for a specific date - please state the date of departure in the subject of your thread's first comment. There were a lot of thread ideas for the quidditch players leaving so to help the friends list here's a group thread. Maybe another one of your characters is departing/arriving from a trip? • Be creative, this post can include the lead up to leaving for the terminal, running away from the portkey, running to the portkey, or anything in between (or after?)

Tags: carys lynch, grail yates, group, jake bexley, matthew summerby, melania comstock, michal conway lynch, oliver comstock, scarlett rabnott

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

WHO: Matthew Summerby and Melania Comstock
WHAT: Artsy stuff????? lmao
WHERE: Her studio!
WHEN: Today? Sure!

( See, he’d known the tarp would come in handy.  )

He should know better by now not to fry things while shirtless.

Matt backed away from the stove as the frying pan sizzled with their breakfast. Or was it brunch? His eyes darted up to the clock and saw that it was nearly ten o'clock, much earlier than he had thought it was. With a frown, he looked down the hallway and wondered if food could wait, because it certainly wasn't as distracting as his and Melania's usual morning routine. The thought that there was something of a routine developing between them was still a funny thought, but it wasn't a bad one. However, it hadn't taken them past the ten o'clock hour, and that made his chest feel tight.

For the past few days, Matt had been anticipating the verdict from the trial of the con-artists who had been a stain on the past year of his life. His solicitor had said that if they didn't hear anything past ten o'clock in the morning, then the deliberations would have to go on until the next day, so Matt had been holding his breath each day as the clock struck. Donovan Rookwood had made arrangements for Matt to not have to appear in court ever single day, which he was grateful for, but as everything was being stretched out, he wondered if it was worth not having to look the bastards in the eye ever again.

The sound of footsteps padding against the tiles of the kitchen made Matt turn, and he smiled curiously at Melania, who looked beautiful in the mid-morning sunlight.

"I thought you wanted breakfast in bed?" he asked.

NOMINEES ★ HONOREES ★ PRESENTERS ★ WINNERS ★ AWARD

( Let the party begin!! )

"Where's Matt??"

This had been a frequent question around the Flint household, though it was usually directed towards her brother, who responded mostly with shrugs. Jolene knew her brother pretty well, and something told her that he wasn't lying on the rare occasions he would mumble an 'I don't know'. She could tell that the same question had crossed his mind these last few weeks, but with everything else Caden had to think about, she doubted he had much time to investigate Matt's sudden disappearance from his household. He was barely home as it were, these days – always off talking to one important person or another, trying to finalize some big changes that were coming up; always coming home late and leaving early. It didn’t help that she hadn’t really been speaking to Caden much these days, not since they had argued earlier in the week, so she hadn’t even attempted to try and pick his brain about everything.

The children certainly hadn't let the Quidditch star's absence go unnoticed. They were the ones who were usually pestering their Dad, trying to get answers. Especially Jacob, the poor lad, who idolized Matt. Jolene had tried not to get involved, but she had seen Delilah at Nora and Orion's wedding, and had gotten bits and pieces of her side of the story. She felt it wasn't her place to get involved in their affairs, because while Delilah was her friend, Matt was the Godfather of her baby nephew, and a close friend of her brother's. She decided she wasn't going to pick sides, but the boys missed him so much, and she couldn't stand the looks of disappointment on Jacob's face whenever Estella and Caden told him they didn't know where his friend went. She began to worry the young boy might think it had something to do with him.

Estella was quite surprised, when she had asked for Matt's address. She didn't want her sister-in-law to fret too much, so she just thanked her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before she grabbed her coat and headed home. She took a piece of parchment and scrawled a note to Matt, asking him if he'd like to talk, and maybe grab some breakfast the following morning. She thought it was an innocent enough request, and was glad when she asked her to meet him at his place bright and early.

She had gotten up with the sun, as she usually did, and went through her normal routine before throwing on her clothes. She wore a button down blouse with a pair of skinny jeans and ankle boots, adding an extra inch or so to her height – and she needed all the help she could get. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear before she knocked on the door. She folded her hands in front of her as she waited for him to answer, and once he appeared in the doorway, she gave a warm smile.

"Hey," she greeted him, leaning in to give him a kiss to the cheek, just as she did with many of her close friends. Stepping back, she got a good look at him. "It's been so long, I'd almost forgotten your face," she teased, slipping her hands into her pockets. She knew Matt's face was going to be one that stuck with her for a long time.

WHO: Delilah Spinnet and Matt Summerby
WHAT: Welp, that escalated quickly
WHERE: Matt's house
WHEN: Last night?

( Well, seems like you aren’t having such a terrible time after all. )

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