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| Imogen Nott | Dec 14 2014, 01:18:18 PM Post #81 | ||
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“That’s what I was thinking.” Imogen said firmly as her eyes stuck on Jane and Allison, of course she preferred one of them more than the other. She felt pity for her friend who seemed to cling onto Dean as though she needed him to breathe. Allison may not have meant to actually take Noah and parade him around like a new toy, but when it came to Dean Draper nothing seemed accidental. Imogen set down her glass and hummed lightly. “As long as there are some decent men I am there.” Imogen said with a small smile, she stepped forward to Carmen and pressed her hands together. It wouldn’t be right for them to spit on her shoes, but maybe if they did something else… “If we take Jane away you know she will strike. So we need someone to take some photos I suppose.” Just in case they did decide to tell Jane what was happening. Just so if they did, Jane could actually believe them with proof. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Dec 14 2014, 01:45:28 PM Post #82 | ||
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“Or we could leave Jane to it,” murmured Carmen, somewhat excited that together, the girls had created an unspoken wall between Oliver and Richard, or whatever bromance they had going on. Sure, the brothers forever thing was noble, but Teddy's alliances were watered-down bullshit. First, he ditched his own mother (as psychotic as she was) and claimed that Carmen's family was like his own blood. Then, when that wasn't fun enough, he found these two pliable knuckleheads and Andromeda Black's bedsheets. It was only a matter of time before something, or someone, better came along – Oliver and Richard would be like two sad puppies left homeless in a shelter. Carmen snickered, still butting them out of her conversation with Imogen. What did Carmen care what they thought? She had no one to impress here. At least, not anymore. “Jane reminds me a lot of myself,” mumbled Carmen. “You know, you think you need someone to survive – it's bullshit, you know? But you cut out everyone and everything else but that person. It's love, it's insanity, it's stupid. Leave her to it. She wouldn't leave with us anyway.” It made Carmen sad that she was a girl who used to be like that; times had certainly changed. She would always stand by her feelings, but it sure was lonely realizing that she had sacrificed a lot to stand by Teddy's side. Of course, he had never asked her to. It was her own choice. She couldn't stay mad at him, not even if she tried. Not even now. It was love, insanity, and absolute bullshit. Carmen didn't want to think about it anymore; she just wanted out. Her voice rose just enough to catch Oliver and Richard's attention, which was difficult considering they probably wanted Carmen to disappear with her tail between her legs. “So wanna get out of here? I hear Tinsley's got thousand-dollar goodie bags,” smirked Carmen. “And where there's a Carmichael, there's a Malfoy. And where there's a Malfoy, there's a party.” The two girls laughed, their voices like music. Carmen felt flushed, excited at the prospects of finding a friend... and she was sober. Carmen linked her arm with Imogen's. Without another word, Imogen and Carmen left the VIP Box, and the America vs. England Game ... |
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| Antoine Belrose | Dec 14 2014, 11:03:23 PM Post #83 | ||
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Antoine sat on the other side of Iso. The little girl's energy was contagious. At first Antoine had been uncertain that this was a good idea for Iso. There was so much commotion, and so many people. Now however, It seemed that this was a good idea. Glancing towards the players. Antoine nodded at them. "A seeker is the person who looks for the snitch. It's those two." Antoine pointed to the seekers that were hunting for the snitch. Iso smiled and nodded seeming content for the moment. The quidditch match continued, and Iso sat in wonder, staring at the players as they flew around the quidditch pitch. Antoine sat quietly next to his cousin. The words that had been spoken last night couldn't be taken back, and Antoine still wasn't sure how Merida felt now. There hadn't been any talk of what had been said, and oddly enough that was what concerned him. Antoine only remembered part of the night before... Which included yelling, but today Merida seemed okay, if a little hungover. |
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| Oliver Rowle | Dec 15 2014, 04:38:13 PM Post #84 | ||
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”Whatever,” Oliver rolled his eyes with a snort. ”Women are crazy nowadays, you know? Can’t make up their minds. I’m certain that Carmen has an undying obsession with Ted. She shows up everywhere he goes, you know? Slytherin table? Bam, there she is. Malfoy party? Here comes Carmen. How much did she bribe you with to sneak her in here? Anything for a taste of the drug.” Oliver finished off his rant with the shrug of his burly shoulders. He clapped a hand on Richard’s shoulder. ”And that’s why Richard, we don’t get too involved with them.” Richard nodded his head as if he understood, grumbled a snort and averted his eye to the hardwood floor. The match resumed but the hostility lingered like a thick storm cloud. Primrose Arlington zoomed through the field with her chest armor pressed to the broomhandle, a bullet of flesh slicing through the air. The spectators in the stands were screaming with anticipation: The Snitch had seemingly vanished into thin air, but the feeling of anxiety it left remained with the crowd. ”Only thing that matters right now is how much my father is going to cash out in this match,” said Oliver, snatching a glass of champagne from a floating tray. Carefully, he guided Richard to the window alongside the crowd of watchers. Together, the two boys marveled with curiosity. ”Come on snitch, where are you?” Oliver glanced curiously at Minister DeWitt, hoping for a definite answer. ”ANNND ENGLAND SCORES AGAIN! Things are heating up!” England: 30 America: 20 |
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| Jane Holloway | Dec 15 2014, 04:54:19 PM Post #85 | ||
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”There really isn’t,” Jane tilted her head condescendingly. She pressed tighter against Dean, afraid that if she moved too far he would float away like the other good opportunities in her life. Kennedy must have felt a faux sense of superiority, why would she press back on the bruises on Jane’s fragile ego? ”Them other schools… They don’t compare you know? Besides, if I had went to Salem, I’d have nevah met Dean.” A selfish grin split across her face. ”Cheers to that.” On cue, Dean rose his glass in salute. He was the only one who did. ”We should have all gone to Salem actually,” Dean mused, digging the tips of his fingers into Jane’s wide waist. He prayed that the match would be over soon so that he would not be forced to endure the pressing glares of the two women he loved. ”Every time I talk in class people look at me like I’m from Mars, huh? The Americans are obvious at Hogwarts.” ”And even more so after this match. Uh huh honey, after this, whoever wins, it’s gonna be a helluva lot awkward sitting next to the British in class. Oi!” Jane’s raspy cackles rang in the air. ”Ya havin’ a drink there, mate?” She tried in her best Londoner impression. ”I’ll fookin’ punch ya face off, ya wanker! Give me ya bloody galleons.” ”That’s great baby,” Dean rose his drink to his lips. ”Real great.” ”AGAIN! ENGLAND HAS SCORED AGAIN!” ”America is playing sloppily which explains the poor defense. The American half of the stadium is red with patriotism and hatred!” England:40 America: 20 |
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| Allison Kennedy | Dec 15 2014, 05:28:46 PM Post #86 | ||
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”Charming.” Allison said tersely, eyes narrowed into accusatory slits at Jane Holloway. She pursed her lips into a thin, red scar. Jane was only going to get sloppier with each drink, and all Allison could do was sit back and watch the girl destroy herself. Allison and Jane were polar opposites: Fire and water. It was a mystery as to how Dean could handle both girls differently. ”Would you excuse me?” Allison asked kindly after England scored again. Her father, Franklin Kennedy, shook his head and scoffed in disapproval. ”I need to use the restroom. I’ll only be but a minute.” She flashed an apologetic smile and turned, the expression quickly gone from her face. Her heart skipped beats as she cut through the floor, a hundred eyes quickly diverting away at her approach. There’s the Kennedy Girl, cursed for life. Allison pushed into the woman’s restroom and flung herself onto the marble sink. She breathed deep ragged breaths, each intake of oxygen rattling the dust from her bones. It’s nothing but friendly banter. No one is at fault here. Slowly, Allison looked up at the mirror and stared into herself. |
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| Magnolia Stone | Dec 15 2014, 05:41:27 PM Post #87 | ||
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Noa and William Dreyfus had been joyfully watching the game together, talking and flirting in between plays. The game was intense at first but as the game went on, became better for those cheering on England. The American team was clearly beginning to feel the pressure after falling behind twice in a a matter of minutes. Receiving the quaffle after England's last score, John Buchannan raced his way down the field, using his speed to his advantage. Noticing a beater in the distance, he made a beautiful pass to Anna Montgomery who flew down the last half of the field. She noticed that he way became blocked as she neared the posts but stubbornly held on to the ball. Own Wilson called out to her as he was clearly open and able to make the shot but Anna, lost in her competiveness, wanted to play the hero. Needing to make a quick shot, the throw came out sloppy and was caught by Keeper Harry Bott. Passing it to Mable, she made her way down the field. The snitch had to be spotted again. "America will have to do better than that if they want to win!" "NICE TRY," shouted Charlie Snow, as he began to wave his flag furiously. "TAKE YOUR STARS AND STRIPES HOME!" Edited by Magnolia Stone, Dec 15 2014, 05:44:02 PM.
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| Andromeda Wickham | Dec 15 2014, 05:47:45 PM Post #88 | ||
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The taste of alcohol was acrid, fire burning upon raw pink virginal flesh. Andromeda pulled her lips away from the rim of the glass, a scowl on her face as she forced herself to swallow the mixed liquid. How could anyone tolerate the taste of alcohol? Now she understood why Jordanna usually abstained from alcoholic beverages. There was nothing pleasurable about fermented fruit. The match barreled on like a ragged, rushing river. Goals were forged, mistakes were made, and as the tiers ticked higher Andromeda felt herself grow sick with worry. She felt it like a calm before the storm, an approaching predator that could not be detected. Inevitably, they were all in the same boat. If they crashed, they all would sink. Andromeda watched Don Draper from the corner of her eye. For a man of high ambition, he was seemingly calm throughout the entire quidditch exchange. Andromeda would have expected him to shrug her off to socialize with the Minister for Magic, but Don seemed uninterested in politics. She reminded herself that she and Don shared a special relationship: She knew his secret and he knew hers. A sudden pang of dread shot through Andromeda’s veins as Narcissa’s voice sounded beside her. It wasn’t that Andromeda did not want her sister around, it was that she was afraid Mr. Draper would excuse himself from the scene when all Andromeda wanted to do was talk to him. Andromeda realized her silly crush was beginning to border on actual feelings. ”I told you I was going to be in the Suite with Teddy,” Andromeda pushed away the martini glass as she spoke, as if she were ashamed that Narcissa had found her in such an unexpected state. She glanced at Don. ”But Teddy is busy so I’m here with Don. He was just giving me some tips on how to get through to the auror academy.” Andromeda had openly talked about her admiration about Don Draper in front of Narcissa, and though Narcissa had teased her about it, Andromeda made it clear that she saw Don as a mentor and nothing else. Friendly and professional. ”Sit down. Have a drink. England is winning.” |
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| Vivi Dolohov | Dec 15 2014, 06:02:07 PM Post #89 | ||
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Vivi dug her talons into her palms, lips curled as she watched the quidditch match unravel before her like a map to treasure. The hairs on her neck stood on end, an uneasy feeling snaking through her intestines, her stomach, through her throat. She kept a guarded expression on her face. Something was not right, and it wasn’t that America was losing, or that England was winning, or that Orion Lestrange was actually Precious Lestrange in the flesh. It was something on the tip of her tongue… Carefully, Vivi turned and began to catalogue each head of blonde hair that was present: Annik Dolohov, Vivi’s grandmother, chatted quietly with Charlotte Yaxley. Orion sat as a spectator. Jax Lestrange knocked back tumblers full of Irish whiskey. Theodore stood beside Booker DeWitt, eager to learn the secrets of the underground trade. Dean dug himself deeper into his own grave. There were a few Kross connections missing, but most notably… Vivi’s face pulled into a confused from. ”Grandmother,” Vivi said to Annik. ”Where is Vera?” Seizing the opportunity, Mabel took aim and fired the quaffle into the goal post. England had scored yet again. England: 50 America: 20 |
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| Jane Holloway | Dec 15 2014, 06:24:50 PM Post #90 | ||
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Jane’s eyes followed Allison’s back. What had just happened? Jane wasn’t sure if she could explain it, but tensions grew as thick as a brick wall for some unexplained reason. Jane could not decide if she saw Allison as competition or if she simply did not find her personality appealing. She seemed fake. Her smiles were laced with hatred and envy, and Jane could not tick off a single reason why but for her attraction to Dean. The thought made every vein in Jane’s wrists go cold. ”I’ve gotta go too,” Jane announced suddenly. ”Too much alcohol. Gets through my system as quick as tea does, you know?” Before Dean could reply, Jane tore herself from his side, heart pounding in her chest as she moved to distance herself as far as possible from him as quickly as possible. ”Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dean cautioned, stepping forward, his arm following hers like a magnet. He gripped her forcefully and pulled her to a stop. ”Janie, you and I both know that isn’t your intention. You’re gonna leave that bathroom with a nosebleed. You’re staying here with me.” Jane softened into a smile, the submissive, ideal housewife that Dean had grown accustomed to. His mother might have been a doormat to his father, but Jane was unwilling to follow the same doomed path as Lily Draper. ”Honest injun, Dean. I’m gonna pee my pants! You don’t let me go, I’ll soil this dress ya bought me. You want that?” She saw his eyes harden into steel. That same brief flicker of darkness that Jane often saw in Theodore. Darkness ran through both of their veins, and somehow Jane had been drawn to them like a moth. Without a word, he unclenched his hand and released her. Giggling, Jane continued forward into the woman’s restroom. She stopped cold at the sight of Allison leaning against the sink. Suddenly at odds, Allison flipped herself around and pushed against the edge, a dangerous glare in her marble eyes. Jane froze, and they stood watching each other like two predators that confronted each other for the carcass of one prey. Allison spoke first: ”Look, whatever you think is going on between me and Dean, I can assure you we’re nothing but business partners. I only help him cart booze to the Gryffindors.That’s all.” ”He has Antoine Belrose for that.” Jane growled. ”Belrose is blind. You know that. You saw it happen,” Allison’s knuckles curled over the edge of the sink, turning the skin white. ”He needed someone with a good reputation. I don’t get in trouble, I know how to stay out of it and out of the radar.” Jane did not believe her. ”He’s got a lot of friends with questionable motives. I don’t ask where he gets my diamonds. I don’t ask why he’s got blood on his tie. It’s how business works, I get it,” she prowled forward, earrings jarring with each punctual step. ”But I see the lipstick smudges. I smell the perfume,” Jane neared her face to Allison’s, the warmth between them building like a static cloud of electricity. ”And it smells an awful lot like you.” |
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| Allison Kennedy | Dec 15 2014, 07:07:51 PM Post #91 | ||
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Allison forced herself to swallow the dry lump in her throat. Caught. Her eyes faltered to the bathroom stall doors, hoping that someone like Charlotte Yaxley would stumble out and grab Jane’s ear in a drunken rage and pull her away. Allison’s eyes searched Jane’s face for any sign of weaknesses. Finally, Allison said softly: ”What are you going to do?” Jane threw her head back and snorted. ”You think I’m going to smash your face into the sink? I might if you choose your next few words carefully. Who started it?” ”I expect nothing less from you because you’re trashy, you’re sloppy and you’re rotten inside. It isn’t a surprise that he would want something refreshing. We’re in love. I know it and he knows it.” A single tear rolled down Jane’s swollen cheek as hurt and rejection stirred in her throat. She fought back sobs and the urge to throw a fist at Allison’s perfect, pixie face. ”No, no,” Jane denied the truth. ”We’re going to get married. He’s promised me everything. By the end of seventh year I’ll be Jane Draper.” ”You keep telling yourself that to keep whatever fucked up delusions you have. What the hell do you think you’re doing with yourself?” ”What the hell do I think I’m doing? What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jane fired back. ”When did it become okay to sleep with someone’s fiance? How long were you going to keep playing pretend out there before I found out, huh? That’s fucked up. Don’t tell me it isn’t.” ”He doesn’t love you, Jane,” Allison’s tone was cold, laced with malice. ”Stop. Shut up.” ”You use him for his money. I know how to look passed that.” The bathroom fell silent again as Jane’s eyes rained tears. The truth settled like the aftermath of a storm. Finally, Jane said: ”Well, there has to be something there, or else he wouldn’t keep me around. I’m addicting to him, I’m like a drug, because I make him feel good and he keeps coming back for more, even if he knows what he’s doing will hurt him.” ”You’re toxic.” ”Likes attract. And sometimes I have to handle whatever bullshit life throws at me.” And then, as if to punctuate their brief confrontation, Jane pushed passed Allison out of the room, tears rolling down her face. |
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Frustrated with the turn of events, John gripped the ball tightly and agressively close to his chest. He was determined to make it to the end of the field and score once and for all. He was easily targeted, an American chaser quickly headed his way. Spotting one of his own Beaters, he called out to him. He quickly flew out to him, circled him twice then headed straight down the field. The American chaser had followed his every move making an easy target for the Beater. With one Chaser out of the way, John began to concentrate on his end goal. Owen Thompson noticed his fellow teammate and flew next to him. Scratching at his ear, he gave John the signal. Together the two began to rotate, not just individually on their brooms but around each other as well. Spiraling, it was difficult for anyone to tell who was who and which of them had the ball. As they finally reached the post, it was difficult for the Keeper to keep focused, making an easy shot for John. Making a slight jump, he slung the ball angrily through one of the hoops, catching his broom just in time to land safety. WIld cheers broke out as he scored and he pumped his fist in the air. AMERICA: 30 ENGLAND: 50 |
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| Eva Kross | Dec 15 2014, 10:12:03 PM Post #93 | ||
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The Headmistress of Durmstrang lingered near the shadows, a peaceful watcher as family and friends clashed together in a brilliant celebration of showmanship. Eva felt as if the quidditch players were mere livestock, while Booker DeWitt and the others behind the show were hungry businessmen aiming to strip a profit from their inventory. While Eva knew it would be unfair of her to criticize DeWitt’s actions, the only motive sewing her mouth shut was the promise of keeping Durmstrang Institute untouched. The Kross name faded into history, but its descendants had a wild reputation for whispering its name through their actions. Precious, once the Deputy Headmistress for Hogwarts, had crafted the greatest Triwizard Tournament of all time. Alexander, a boastful young steed who had promise coursing through his veins. Eva’s nieces and nephews were bound for greatness, and Eva was doing everything in power as Durmstrang’s headmistress to not tarnish the name any further. ”Vivi raises a great question, Annika,” Eva addressed her aunt by her full name out of respect. She approached slowly, like a hurricane carefully warping everything in its path, and stopped beside Vivi. She looked between the two blonde women who had hardened skin and fixed icy gazes. She turned her head to the window, cold spiders of panic scrambling down her spine. Eva became paralyzed with fear. ”Something is wrong.” She agreed, laying a hand on Vivi’s shoulder. Determined to make a comeback, Owen Thompson seized the quaffle again and began to fly aggressively passed the England players. The American keeper maintained a wall-like presence at the goal-posts, never flinching from the threats thrown in his direction. The crowd began to beat with nationalist chants. ”The American players are attempting to tie the game and it’s proving to be effective so far,” Donatella commented, on the edge of her seat. ”That’s the thing with the Americans, Donna, they start out sloppy before they begin to realize that they need to collect themselves and work together to make an effort. England is far more organized than my sock drawer, but their rookie mistakes make it easy to pick on the underdog.” Eddie Carrow said, eyes searching dutifully for the snitch. The excitement seemed to have died down after the snitch’s disappearance. |
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| Oliver Rowle | Dec 15 2014, 10:28:19 PM Post #94 | ||
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”Whew,” Oliver whistled, eyes light with amusement. ”Looks like the good ol’ land of the brave isn’t useless anymore. Some people in this room are on the verge of a heart attack, you know?” He glanced at Richard from the corner of his eyes and noticed the boy seemed distracted. He could sense indifference, or perhaps it was difficult to detect emotion from plastic. Oliver pursed his lips as he shuffled a mouthful of champagne over his tongue. Suddenly, Oliver felt a pair of arms thrown around his torso. He tensed, prepared to push the attacker off, until he noticed a pile of blonde hair. ”Jane?” He asked incredulously, eyebrows arched in confusion. Without a word, Oliver offered his glass to Richard, and as expected, his friend took it and held it while Oliver stiffly laid his hands on Jane Holloway’s shoulders for comfort. Why was she clinging onto him for life? Had her perfect boyfriend finally dumped her? ”Hey,” Oliver said tenderly, suddenly a different boy from the casanova he was fifteen minutes earlier. He rubbed her back reassuringly. ”Are you alright? Want to tell me what happened?” Mabel Garrott and Frank Jennings were determined to not allow Thompson to slip through their fingers again. As a team of two, they followed Thompson’s trail quickly in an effort to intimidate his choices. Thompson glanced back for a split second and -- WAM! Primrose Arlington stole the ball from him while he was distracted. ”OHHHHHHHHHH!” Donatella and Eddie echoed simultaneously. ”Arlington proves that England is not a force to mess with!” Thompson recovered from his brief moment of disbelief and began to pursue Arlington. Meanwhile, Pete Walker and Ralph Cooper continued to beat the bludger in each others direction, a dangerous game of quidditch ping pong. |
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Annik’s mouth dried with paranoia as her niece and granddaughter brought attention to the absence of Annik’s favorite grandchild. She began to convince herself that they were merely overlooking faces: ”She’s right over there where she belongs, you idiots. How could you skip over her so readily?” But as Annik searched, she realized the head of platinum hair was untraceable. If her entire family was present, why wasn’t she? Calmly, Annik set her drink down and inhaled deeply. What would any sane mother do? Think irrationally. Jump to the worse conclusions. Annik had lived through it once with her daughters, and twice with her grandchildren. Worry began to plague her. Anxiety flared in her chest, an ugly scream for reaffirmation. Annik brought her hand to her temples and attempted to collect the tornado of thoughts that stirred in her mind. After a few seconds, her eyes snapped open. ”She’s with Arabella. Or Cordelia. They’re probably off doing Magna things. The time is ripe, isn’t it?” But deep down inside, Annik knew she was trying to convince herself with a lie. It felt insanely unsatisfying to not know where her grandchildren were. Annik was slipping out of control. Who was she kidding? ”There’s ten aurors outside. Eva, go and send nine of them to search for Vera. Vivi, you take yourself through the general seating area and find her. I’ll deal with Pr -- Orion.” Without a word, Vivi and Eva exited the Suite. Arlington raced to the post with intention on her mind. She stretched her arm back and projected the quaffle -- ”EEENNNNGLLLLLLAAANNNNNDD SCORES AGAIN!” England: 60 America: 30 |
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Dean felt as if he had unintentionally ripped open Pandora’s Box. He bit his thumbnail down to the cuticle, regret and fury seizing his stomach in a frenzied rage. How could he be so stupid? How could he trust Jane? How could he trust Allison? Fuck. Dean thought as he ran a hand over his slicked hair. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. His heart leapt into his throat. His best method to cope with his guilt? Denial. Push the thought far from his mind and pretend like nothing ever happened. Allison Kennedy? Who was that? He had never laid eyes on her. She seemed to be some loose floozy who wanted to build her reputation off of the Draper name. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. Not now, not ever. In a perfect world… Dean approached Arnold Rosier and inhaled shakily. ”How’s it looking, Arnold? Lot of talk that it’s going on how Booker planned. Anything out of the ordinary I should know about? Because I’m expecting a percentage back, and I’m gonna use that to go all or nothing on the final match. Anything I should know about?” Rosier, who had a reputation for remaining frighteningly calm in tense situations, simply smiled and adjusted his bowtie. ”Everything is going according to plan, Mr. Draper. Why, you came at just the right time, America is about to --” ”AND AMERICA MAKES AN AMAZING BOUNCEBACK! BUCHANAN HAS SCORED!” England: 60 America: 40 Arnold smirked. ”Did that answer your question?” Dean nodded. ”Certainly.” |
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I am a martyr. What I am doing is for the cause of the revolution. What I am doing is for the good of the people. What I am doing is not motivated by my thirst for vengeance. An eye for an eye. I have carried the grief for too many years. It is my turn to fire back. Daisy Fitzroy’s heart echoed the explosion of fireworks. It skipped once, twice, pitter-pat pitter-pat, cackles of gunpowder ringing through the air. Her skin had hardened into the onyx it was cut from, eyes glittering with hatred as she paced across the empty spectator’s box. A crimson scarf choked her neck. In the corner, a few Vox members had their wands aimed at a radio and were whispering enchantments in an attempt to breach control of Donatella Vercetti’s microphone. I am a martyr. What I am doing is for the cause of the revolution. What I am doing is for the good of the people. What I am doing is not motivated by my thirst for vengeance. An eye for an eye. I have carried the grief for too many years. It is my turn to fire back. |
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John’s father had told him to love passionately. Never do things without full intent, or else don’t bother. Because if he never followed through with his promises, what kind of man would that make him? Someone not to be trusted. Every lesson John’s parents had taught him was about to be challenged by his actions. His stomach stirred with unease. The Vox scarf was like a collar to a chain. Daisy had specifically instructed the members of the Vox Populi to wear their bandanas to cover their faces - she had made it clear that she wanted to present her face and her face only. The rest would be protected by the shield of anonymity of the red handkerchiefs. John’s green eyes peeked over the red wrap, John glanced at Andrew Marston, Julian Farkas, and Henry Gannon, three Vox members who wore their bandanas similarly. They were crouched near the radio, wands aimed at the machine as they attempted to counter the charms set in place. John inhaled shakily and hummed to himself. Strange things have happened here, no stranger would they be... |
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| Cordelia Yaxley | Dec 15 2014, 11:51:16 PM Post #99 | ||
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☿ VENUS ☿
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A black, suede box sat before her, about the length of her forearm. Cordelia felt Vera's eyes on her. Every movement she made would reflect her feelings; she had to be extremely careful, because if Wickham sensed ingratitude, Delia would be dropped like a hot coal. "What's this?" Salmon-pink lips curled into a coy smile. With a finger, she opened the box. In between the purple satin laid a silver bracelet. Nine charms, each for the planets that orbited the sun. The second one, Venus, the planet in her astrology cycle, glowed radiantly. "Thank you." Cordelia smiled. "That's not all," Vera held up her arm. An identical bracelet was wrapped around her wrist, but on hers, Jupiter, the fifth planet, glowed instead. "They're charmed. If we need each other, we'll glow." She closed her eyes. Will, the charm responded to the will of the other. Vera had to force herself to mentally summon Cordelia. "Jupiter is glowing on mine." Yaxley observed. Cordelia looked down at her left arm when a tingling sensation began to tickle her wrist. She frowned, uneasiness stirring in her stomach. Slowly, Cordelia rose the bracelet to her face to observe the charm bracelet. Unmistakably, Jupiter’s orange orb was flickering slowly on and off, like the beacon of a lighthouse. She glanced around for reassurance. ”Vera?” |
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| Thomas White | Dec 16 2014, 12:13:00 AM Post #100 | ||
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soft-hearted devil
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Thomas pushed the door to the box shut, his mouth pressed into a thin line as he glanced grimly around the room devoid of any furniture. The curtains were drawn shut to block out any speculation of the match. The roar of the crowd vibrated their feet, but behind the drawn blinds the Vox members whispered prayers to reassure themselves of their impending actions. ”Everyone is in place.” Tommy said. ”We’re just waiting for the snitch.” Daisy and Thomas met at the beginning of summer, as soon the heat wave surged over the bayou down in Louisiana. Thomas had been visiting Ryan Atlas, who he knew threw awkward run-ins at the library, and coincidentally Fitzroy was staying with Atlas at the time because her mother had gone missing. Push came to shove, and somehow Fitzroy’s golden tongue had convinced Thomas to sign right up to the Vox Populi. He never told Taylore. He unfolded the handkerchief from his back pocket and tied it around his head, over his nose and mouth so that nothing but his eyes and forehead were visible. Thomas huffed under the cloth. ”Honestly, maybe a Sneebly Weebly mask would have suited us better.” |
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