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Up a wide marble staircase, smothered in red velvet, the double doors to the luxurious ballroom are flanked by two footman clad in burgundy and gold trimmed coats. Mirroring one another's movements perfectly, they bow and pull open the heavy doors to the festivities beyond.
You are greeted with the sound of bubbly voices and music, and a mixture of pleasant smells. Along with hundreds of glowing candles in medieval candelabra, intricate tapestries of Merlin, Morgan, Arthur and Guinevere can be found illustrating historical events around the room.
A number of small round tables skirt the room in honor of the occasion, their large white rose and thistle centerpieces not taking away from the copies of Plimpy Soup for the Wizarding Soul which are piled carefully beneath them. The famous wizarding mandolin band Mad Morgan are positioned on a small stage beyond the buffet. Here you will find sizzling roast beef, pork and mixed root vegetables alongside platters of fresh fruit, various dinner roles, and of course, plimpy soup.
Tonight is the much anticipated launch party for Plimpy Soup for the Wizarding Soul, put on by publisher Whizz Hard Books at the ritzy Wizarding hotel in London known as The Sword in the Stone. The guest list is exclusive, so please keep your invitation close in hand.
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Guest List:
Hugo Meade Beverley (Publisher) - Droo
Brynn Tate (Personal Assistant) - Cassirin
Charles Hollingberry (Journalist) - sweetpinkpixie
Willow Garrick (Journalist) - Silver Ninja
Layla Dacosta (Journalist) - Davvy_Wavvy
Cooper Cope (Wizarding Wireless Lifestyle Commentator) - Hera
Ryan Chambers (Writer) - Fira
+ Ryan Chambers' guest - ??
Sarah Edwards (Writer) - Princesspower
+ Sarah Edwards' guest - ??
Norma Smith (Writer) - Zoe
Colton Smith (Norma's guest) - DanialRadFAN01
Ivy Bunbury (Writer) - BanaBatGirl
Weddell Bott (Ivy's guest) - Mad Eye Touz
Elinor Danvers (Writer) - GlassXRose
Nigel Garrettson (Elinor's guest) - Macavity
Freyr Rowle (Writer) - RosePumpkin
+ Freyr Rowle's guest - ??
Imogine Nepman (Writer) - CJP
David Nepman (Imogine's guest) - CJP
Roxanne Carter (Writer) - lazykitty
+ Roxanne Carter's guest - ??
Everett Scabior (Writer) - Kaos.Doodles
Althea Schirmer (Dash's guest) - Tegz
Dia Thriftwood (Writer) - DaniDiNardo
+ Dia Thriftwood's guest - ??
Honora King (Writer) - grangerfan8
+ Honora King's guest - ??
Plus assorted journalists and dignitaries that are yet to be named.
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Hugo walked in excited. This was not his first launch party in the least, but it was certainly something close to his heart... and his soul. He looked around, everyone who was anyone was there... At the Sword in the Stone. Yes. He went all out and spent a lot of money to make this the best launch party ever.
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Brynn Tate was an awesome personal assistant. Well, at least as awesome as Mr. Beverley's last assistant, or so Brynn inferred from the very nice things he'd told her in the two weeks she'd worked for him.
She followed him into the ballroom, silently bemoaning the fact that the clipboard she carried really did nothing for her dress. "The caterers are set up and the band is like... here and ready for whatever. And your tie is crooked and stuff." Pause. "I'm hungry."
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Elinor's mouth dropped open for a few seconds when she saw... everything. It reminded her of the kind of detail her parents would have demanded. But she pressed her red lips together again when she had recovered herself and re-affirmed her hold on Nigel's arm, distractingly rubbing one white-gloved hand over it, as though confirming she didn't have to be here alone.
Elinor had felt that she didn't own anything nearly fancy enough when she had recieved her invitation-- And her feelings would have been correct. All these years, her mother had been trying to throw money at her for a fantastic dress, and finally, Elinor accepted it. She had purchased a green dress, as opposed to the purples she was accustomed to. It felt strange to own something that clung to her waist... But her inner woman told her it was a good feeling.
Around her neck was a collection of what she was certain was real pearls. Right now, they felt like they were choking her. Her white gloves reached just past her elbows, and in one hand was a white pocketbook containing her invitation. Her red-brown hair had been left to its natural bounce, but she secured it behind her head with a glittering clip in the shape of a small feather.
Her green eyes swept back and forth, and she recoiled into Nigel slightly, honestly a little frightened of this. But, as her mother had taught her, she kept her chin up. She was more nervous than anything of Nigel discovering exactly why she was here... She was too embarassed to mention that she had written a story in which he was the main subject, and that it had been published. All she had said was that she had been invited to a formal party, and she didn't want to go alone.
She looked up to the man on her arm, her eyes wide with anxiousness. "Thank you for coming, Nigel."
She took in a breath and plucked up at least a little bit of courage. She wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen, but she could handle it.
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Ivy Bunbury and her "date(s)" for the publishing party were right on time, even despite the fact that Francesca had made them take the back-up portkey. Silly doggy kept fiddling with her new pink Swarovski- encrusted collar and wouldn't keep still long enough to touch the thing! Silly doggy.
Still, they were here now, and what a beaaaaaaaaautiful party it was shaping up to be. Ivy clung to her boss' Dell's arm with her right hand and kept a firm hold on Franny's leash with the other. "Wowwwww, look at those tapestries!" the redhead breathed as they were showed into the party room. Her nose crinkled up as she smiled and wiggled a few fingers to the doormen, then went back to craning her neck up up up toward the giant, awesome woven decorations.
"They must be wider than I am tall!!!!!" Giggle!
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Ivy Bunbury and her "date(s)" for the publishing party were right on time, even despite the fact that Francesca had made them take the back-up portkey. Silly doggy kept fiddling with her new pink Swarovski- encrusted collar and wouldn't keep still long enough to touch the thing! Silly doggy.
Still, they were here now, and what a beaaaaaaaaautiful party it was shaping up to be. Ivy clung to her boss' Dell's arm with her right hand and kept a firm hold on Franny's leash with the other. "Wowwwww, look at those tapestries!" the redhead breathed as they were showed into the party room. Her nose crinkled up as she smiled and wiggled a few fingers to the doormen, then went back to craning her neck up up up toward the giant, awesome woven decorations.
"They must be wider than I am tall!!!!!" Giggle!
This was no place for a dog. Not even with his well trained dog-nanny manning the leash - this was no place for a dog. The eldest Bott son tried not to show his trepidation about what the do.... Francesca could do.
Dell straightened tie as they walked up the stairs into the ballroom.
"I hope you won't mind my noticing, but you aren't very tall, Ms. Bunbury."
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Oh wow, the decorating was beautiful! She was honored to be a part of an event like this.Clearly Imogine had not overdressed for the ocasion, she wore a dark blue evening gown with silver shimmer. She had arrived fashionably late, right on schedule.
Holding hands with her current date seemed awkward. So Imogine walked closley beside him.
"Why did they have to bring in Mad Morgan?" Imogine began, she looked up to Morgan as an accomplished witch but the band gave her a headache. "Im just a little mad that they are here. Vampire Beat should have come in, or what about Smash and the pumpkin brothers!"
David was thrilled to be invited by Imogine to this meraculous event. He fiddled with his glasses, hoping he looked smart, and tried to think of a reply. "Uh I don't know, because..." was all that came out before Imogine changed the subject."Vampire Beat, ya, that would be...that would be great" he agreed. "They all seem great". He wasn't quite watching whare he was going so he slipped slightly on an extra shiny wet patch. "Eep" he squeeked nerdily.
Stepping through the entrance to the ballroom, Willow looked around her. Butterflies were flitting around inside her, she'd never attended anything like this, nervous but excited she had eagerly taken on the assignment, relieved as well that Layla would also be attending with her.
Brushing her hair from her face, she moved further into the room, hoping she had dressed appropriately, unsure as to how she was expected to look. She had the invitation still in her purse as well as a pad with a pen to take any notes she might wish to write down.
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SPOILER!!: Elinor
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Originally Posted by GlassXRose
Elinor's mouth dropped open for a few seconds when she saw... everything. It reminded her of the kind of detail her parents would have demanded. But she pressed her red lips together again when she had recovered herself and re-affirmed her hold on Nigel's arm, distractingly rubbing one white-gloved hand over it, as though confirming she didn't have to be here alone.
Elinor had felt that she didn't own anything nearly fancy enough when she had recieved her invitation-- And her feelings would have been correct. All these years, her mother had been trying to throw money at her for a fantastic dress, and finally, Elinor accepted it. She had purchased a green dress, as opposed to the purples she was accustomed to. It felt strange to own something that clung to her waist... But her inner woman told her it was a good feeling.
Around her neck was a collection of what she was certain was real pearls. Right now, they felt like they were choking her. Her white gloves reached just past her elbows, and in one hand was a white pocketbook containing her invitation. Her red-brown hair had been left to its natural bounce, but she secured it behind her head with a glittering clip in the shape of a small feather.
Her green eyes swept back and forth, and she recoiled into Nigel slightly, honestly a little frightened of this. But, as her mother had taught her, she kept her chin up. She was more nervous than anything of Nigel discovering exactly why she was here... She was too embarassed to mention that she had written a story in which he was the main subject, and that it had been published. All she had said was that she had been invited to a formal party, and she didn't want to go alone.
She looked up to the man on her arm, her eyes wide with anxiousness. "Thank you for coming, Nigel."
She took in a breath and plucked up at least a little bit of courage. She wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen, but she could handle it.
That's the spirit.
First dinner at Elinor's home...and now this.
A this that Nigel was absolutely certain he wouldn't be entirely comfortable in...a fancy dress party that Elinor had received an invitation to. She hadn't said much as to the cause for the party but he didn't press, figuring it to be entirely ministry related. He just knew it had been a long time since he had been to a social event anything like what they were greeted by when they both entered the foyer. Not since he had pulled himself from his adopted family at least.
He felt her touch on his arm, the cloth-covered hand belonging to the lab head gracing along his own jacket-covered skin causing his attention to be brought back to the present. To the beautiful woman whose arm was slipped in his and by her grip, almost as nervous as he was. Though surely for different reasons he believed, having always taken Elinor to be quite...put together and poised.
"You're welcome," he quietly spoke to answer. The shopkeeper reminding himself his presence here was to support Elinor and he would do his best in that respect. The man having managed to find an outfit within his belongings that roughly suited what was needed for the occasion. His companion's dress however hadn't been loss entirely on him, managing an slightly awkward compliment when they had first met each other that evening.
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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz
This was no place for a dog. Not even with his well trained dog-nanny manning the leash - this was no place for a dog. The eldest Bott son tried not to show his trepidation about what the do.... Francesca could do.
Dell straightened tie as they walked up the stairs into the ballroom.
"I hope you won't mind my noticing, but you aren't very tall, Ms. Bunbury."
"I'm not. Only 5'4'', really. Very good observation, Dell." Ivy giggled again. "Oh wait, are we going for the formal names? Because this is a very formal formal event?" She looked up toward her boss and lowered her voice just a tad. "I'd prefer being called Ivy, you know."
Francesca, for her part, only nosed around at a few peoples' legs as they walked in. No other dogs for her, sadly.
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"I'm not. Only 5'4'', really. Very good observation, Dell." Ivy giggled again. "Oh wait, are we going for the formal names? Because this is a very formal formal event?" She looked up toward her boss and lowered her voice just a tad. "I'd prefer being called Ivy, you know."
Francesca, for her part, only nosed around at a few peoples' legs as they walked in. No other dogs for her, sadly.
Dell paused to return a look down to Ms. Bunbury. Eventually, one side of his mouth did upturn into a half of a half-grin. Fourth of a grin.
"My apologies as always, Ivy." He did know she preferred Ivy. Most women didn't seem to much care what he preferred though, and Ivy was no different.
Except that she had... written a book about him. That... that was different.
He had already commented on her dress, back at the Bott Compound, but he DID consider making another now that they were out and at their destination. In the end though, the thought would have to count because he was silent on the topic. "Before too many people arrive, I have one small favor to ask of you on your special evening. If I may and it's not asking too much."
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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz
Dell paused to return a look down to Ms. Bunbury. Eventually, one side of his mouth did upturn into a half of a half-grin. Fourth of a grin.
"My apologies as always, Ivy." He did know she preferred Ivy. Most women didn't seem to much care what he preferred though, and Ivy was no different.
Except that she had... written a book about him. That... that was different.
He had already commented on her dress, back at the Bott Compound, but he DID consider making another now that they were out and at their destination. In the end though, the thought would have to count because he was silent on the topic. "Before too many people arrive, I have one small favor to ask of you on your special evening. If I may and it's not asking too much."
Wouldja look at that, the serious Bott was smiling. Ivy could count on one hand the number of times this had happened, but nevertheless, she found herself smiling back in return. Should be a good evening if everyone was all smiles, right?
Then he said something else, and her smile just.... faded.
"Um, all right. Go ahead," she shrugged a little and found her grip tightening on the dog's leash. Was this going to be another 'don't embarrass me' speech, or something similar? Ivy hated those. She always felt like a liability after one of those instead of like a friend, or even an employee, of the Botts.
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Wouldja look at that, the serious Bott was smiling. Ivy could count on one hand the number of times this had happened, but nevertheless, she found herself smiling back in return. Should be a good evening if everyone was all smiles, right?
Then he said something else, and her smile just.... faded.
"Um, all right. Go ahead," she shrugged a little and found her grip tightening on the dog's leash. Was this going to be another 'don't embarrass me' speech, or something similar? Ivy hated those. She always felt like a liability after one of those instead of like a friend, or even an employee, of the Botts.
Dell stepped in closer and lowered his head, seemingly showing Ms. Bunbury his tie - but really shielding his words from anyone that might be eavesdropping.
"I don't wish to take any of the ... fun ... out of your night. Just.. what I mean to ask is, if and when members of the press arrive - specific members - may I please stick close to you?" As in, can't take his eyes off of her, way too occupied, busy, and enthralled to note scorned members of the press.
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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz
Dell stepped in closer and lowered his head, seemingly showing Ms. Bunbury his tie - but really shielding his words from anyone that might be eavesdropping.
"I don't wish to take any of the ... fun ... out of your night. Just.. what I mean to ask is, if and when members of the press arrive - specific members - may I please stick close to you?" As in, can't take his eyes off of her, way too occupied, busy, and enthralled to note scorned members of the press.
Ivy did stare at that tie, very handsome tie that it was, mostly to avoid eye contact with Mr. Bott. Also, if she titled her head up any, she would be in a....compromising position.
"Specific members of the press, you say," she mused, glancing down at Francesca as she suddenly remembered something. "Hmm, I think I could do that for you, Dell. And you, in return, have to pretend like you actually like me. AND Franny--- Francesca. You have to pretend to relax a bit."
She took a tiny step closer to the dog, so that she COULD tilt her head up and give him a challenging glance. Was he capable?
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Originally Posted by Silver Ninja
Stepping through the entrance to the ballroom, Willow looked around her. Butterflies were flitting around inside her, she'd never attended anything like this, nervous but excited she had eagerly taken on the assignment, relieved as well that Layla would also be attending with her.
Brushing her hair from her face, she moved further into the room, hoping she had dressed appropriately, unsure as to how she was expected to look. She had the invitation still in her purse as well as a pad with a pen to take any notes she might wish to write down.
Really this was all work for her and nothing else. Layla wasn't here to enjoy the party and she certainly wasn't here for the company..just work.
So as soon as the woman got there her eyes whizzed around the room taking in the faces of the patrons there and boy had she wished she waited.
Hmph..someone and their date or whatever was on her ignore for the rest of the event list. Not even worth a mention.
Her mood had absolutely headed down south now but that was okay because Layla had a mean poker face. She made a beeline to Willow but gave her the once over before she got too close.Well the woman looked appropriate enough...no ugly shoes...okay it was safe. She stopped next to her and offered a smile.
"You look lovely." Her attention would be here for the rest of the night, with her employee and the winner and whoever else was lucky enough to be interviewed...not at anyone else.
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Originally Posted by Macavity
First dinner at Elinor's home...and now this.
A this that Nigel was absolutely certain he wouldn't be entirely comfortable in...a fancy dress party that Elinor had received an invitation to. She hadn't said much as to the cause for the party but he didn't press, figuring it to be entirely ministry related. He just knew it had been a long time since he had been to a social event anything like what they were greeted by when they both entered the foyer. Not since he had pulled himself from his adopted family at least.
He felt her touch on his arm, the cloth-covered hand belonging to the lab head gracing along his own jacket-covered skin causing his attention to be brought back to the present. To the beautiful woman whose arm was slipped in his and by her grip, almost as nervous as he was. Though surely for different reasons he believed, having always taken Elinor to be quite...put together and poised.
"You're welcome," he quietly spoke to answer. The shopkeeper reminding himself his presence here was to support Elinor and he would do his best in that respect. The man having managed to find an outfit within his belongings that roughly suited what was needed for the occasion. His companion's dress however hadn't been loss entirely on him, managing an slightly awkward compliment when they had first met each other that evening.
As more people arrived, Elinor's stress actually seemed to go down. And Nigel helped. He actually helped A LOT.
"I don't think I would have showed up at all, if you hadn't agreed to come with me... I really owe you one," she nodded, looking about at everyone. She felt much less awkward with Nigel, somehow. Maybe he was awkward enough for both of them.
"If your hungry, I'll go over to the buffet with you," she offered, filling the silence. Elinor had no appetite whatsoever. She was nervous enough to vomit, she feared, even though the food DID smell delicious. She looked about for a familliar face, but couldn't pick one out. Was this how Nigel felt ALL THE TIME? The thought was awful.
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Norma Smith had gone all out for this fancy shindig. She was having a really hard time not gawking at the place. The Sword in the Stone was breathtaking … and looked rather expensive. But the later didn’t matter to her. Not tonight, at least. Everyone was here to see her, the writer who had won the souls of those behind the making of Plimpy Soup. And maybe she would win their stomachs too. Yes, Norma brought her famous cookies with her, in spite of the fact that food would be served for them. Hopefully there were still enough left for everyone. She had let Colton bring them in.
“Oh, how sweet of you,” she said to the footmen with a chuckle when they opened the door. She was about to ask them if they would like a cookie, but Colton was already leading her further inside the hotel. When they walked into the party room, she couldn’t help but notice all of the pretty women that were there. Perfect. Maybe she would find Colton a lady friend. A strapping young man like him should have had one of those by now. Then Norma looked up at him with one of those grins. “What do you think, darling?”
Norma Smith had gone all out for this fancy shindig. She was having a really hard time not gawking at the place. The Sword in the Stone was breathtaking … and looked rather expensive. But the later didn’t matter to her. Not tonight, at least. Everyone was here to see her, the writer who had won the souls of those behind the making of Plimpy Soup. And maybe she would win their stomachs too. Yes, Norma brought her famous cookies with her, in spite of the fact that food would be served for them. Hopefully there were still enough left for everyone. She had let Colton bring them in.
“Oh, how sweet of you,” she said to the footmen with a chuckle when they opened the door. She was about to ask them if they would like a cookie, but Colton was already leading her further inside the hotel. When they walked into the party room, she couldn’t help but notice all of the pretty women that were there. Perfect. Maybe she would find Colton a lady friend. A strapping young man like him should have had one of those by now. Then Norma looked up at him with one of those grins. “What do you think, darling?”
"It looks great Nana."Colton Smith said, gawdy tupperware cookie tin in hand and leading his grandmother into the Sword in the Stone hotel for this party. He knew his grandmother was smart but winning the writer's contest was a big shock to say the least.
The young thirty-two year old magical banker continued to lead his elderly grandmother into the main ballroom, passed the doormen and into the company that they were here for--the ones that his Nana had beaten. "Do you think the Daily Prophet is here?" he said absently straightening his tie, his head turning to look for cameras.
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Originally Posted by DanialRadFAN01
"It looks great Nana."Colton Smith said, gawdy tupperware cookie tin in hand and leading his grandmother into the Sword in the Stone hotel for this party. He knew his grandmother was smart but winning the writer's contest was a big shock to say the least.
The young thirty-two year old magical banker continued to lead his elderly grandmother into the main ballroom, passed the doormen and into the company that they were here for--the ones that his Nana had beaten. "Do you think the Daily Prophet is here?" he said absently straightening his tie, his head turning to look for cameras.
She wasn’t really sure if Colton had caught her drift. Yes, the Sword in the Stone was a wonderful place. How could anyone disagree with that? But she had meant the good-looking women who were already there. No matter, no matter. She’d have a date for him before the night was over. Norma as a selfless person and took care of her own, even during special events such as this that were meant for her and the other writers. She didn’t want Colton to die alone. And she wouldn’t complain if he and his special lady had a child or two. She could never have too many great-grandchildren!
The grin sort of faded when he asked if the Daily Prophet was going to be there. Norma was pretty certain that they would be. But did that really matter? “Colton, dearie, don’t worry about them,” she told him, giving her tall, handsome grandson a little bump with her old lady hips. That was her way of telling him to relax and just have some fun. She didn’t want him thinking about work or anything of the sort. “How about we find ourselves a seat? Or go mingle with the others?”
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Really this was all work for her and nothing else. Layla wasn't here to enjoy the party and she certainly wasn't here for the company..just work.
So as soon as the woman got there her eyes whizzed around the room taking in the faces of the patrons there and boy had she wished she waited.
Hmph..someone and their date or whatever was on her ignore for the rest of the event list. Not even worth a mention.
Her mood had absolutely headed down south now but that was okay because Layla had a mean poker face. She made a beeline to Willow but gave her the once over before she got too close.Well the woman looked appropriate enough...no ugly shoes...okay it was safe. She stopped next to her and offered a smile.
"You look lovely." Her attention would be here for the rest of the night, with her employee and the winner and whoever else was lucky enough to be interviewed...not at anyone else.
She was noting who was coming with whom mentally, especially those whom she recognized. Smiling at a few people she nodded to a few others. She felt a bit out of place not knowing really anyone yet, but was going to enjoy herself no matter what. Even if it was just to put together an article about this party.
She was happy to see that she wasn't overly dressed, she appeared to fit in with everyone else's dress. Her gaze moved towards the entrance where she saw Layla enter the room. WOW! She looked stunning in the long black dress.
Looking at the woman's face, she saw the look on her face, but wasn't sure what it was that had caused it. Just made her keep herself in check, and not upset the woman. Offering her a smile in return as she noticed Layla's smile, it relaxed her a bit. She hadn't known what to expect from her when she'd made that face just minutes before!
"Thank you." she replied. "So do you." Wow, Willow would never dare to wear something as that, but Layla looked fantastic in it! Her gaze went back around the room as it filled, a soft smile still playing at her lips.
She wasn’t really sure if Colton had caught her drift. Yes, the Sword in the Stone was a wonderful place. How could anyone disagree with that? But she had meant the good-looking women who were already there. No matter, no matter. She’d have a date for him before the night was over. Norma as a selfless person and took care of her own, even during special events such as this that we meant for her and the other writers. She didn’t want Colton to die alone. And she wouldn’t complain if he and his special lady had a child or two. She could ever have too many great-grandchildren!
The grin sort of faded when he asked if the Daily Prophet was going to be there. Norma was pretty certain that they would be. But did that really matter? “Colton, dearie, don’t worry about them,” she told him, giving her tall, handsome grandson a little bump with her old lady hips. That was her way of telling him to relax and just have some fun. She didn’t want him thinking about work or anything of the sort. “How about we find ourselves a seat? Or go mingle with the others?”
"Don't worry about them? Nana they're the Daily Prophet and you won this writing competition. We could be on the front page tomorrow!" Colton said to her excitedly, being pushed away only slightly by her hip bump. Assuming no one important died or there wasn't another Ministry takeover. Colton's excitment for notoriety was lessened somewhat however by his grandmother's words and he began to look around at the other guests.
There were a few there already, an older looking man standing there as if he owned the place, an eager man beside him, a pretty attractive redhead with a god (seriously, here?!), and a rather well dressed and distinguished looking guy on her arm. "Um, how about we go talk to them, Nana. They look," Important "nice. Unless of course you want to find a seat." he hoped she didn't, these people seemed well-off something Colton had been working towards for the past few years in the banking business.
Ivy did stare at that tie, very handsome tie that it was, mostly to avoid eye contact with Mr. Bott. Also, if she titled her head up any, she would be in a....compromising position.
"Specific members of the press, you say," she mused, glancing down at Francesca as she suddenly remembered something. "Hmm, I think I could do that for you, Dell. And you, in return, have to pretend like you actually like me. AND Franny--- Francesca. You have to pretend to relax a bit."
She took a tiny step closer to the dog, so that she COULD tilt her head up and give him a challenging glance. Was he capable?
Well. That caught the her of Bottdom off guard. He would have taken a step back, but he'd have to drag his jaw along the floor - and that wasn't very Bott!Becoming. "I beg your pardon, Ms.. I mean, Ivy, but if I've given you reason to believe I don't like you or enjoy your company, I must apologize further. Of course I like you. Pretending won't be necessary."
The dog, however... that was a work in progress. She was referring to the dog as Franny. Good Merlin.
"I think that is a fair trade off. Your counter offer is accepted." And to prove his point, Dell loosened his tie and casually hung a hand out of his jacket pocket. Look, see? Relaxed.
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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy
Really this was all work for her and nothing else. Layla wasn't here to enjoy the party and she certainly wasn't here for the company..just work.
So as soon as the woman got there her eyes whizzed around the room taking in the faces of the patrons there and boy had she wished she waited.
Hmph..someone and their date or whatever was on her ignore for the rest of the event list. Not even worth a mention.
Her mood had absolutely headed down south now but that was okay because Layla had a mean poker face. She made a beeline to Willow but gave her the once over before she got too close.Well the woman looked appropriate enough...no ugly shoes...okay it was safe. She stopped next to her and offered a smile.
"You look lovely." Her attention would be here for the rest of the night, with her employee and the winner and whoever else was lucky enough to be interviewed...not at anyone else.
Dell didn't catch Ms. Dacosta's eye, but he couldn't miss the dress she was wearing. He frowned at Layla, a troubled down turn of his lips, and returned focus to Ivy where he offered her his un-pocketed hand - palm up.
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Originally Posted by DanialRadFAN01
"Don't worry about them? Nana they're the Daily Prophet and you won this writing competition. We could be on the front page tomorrow!" Colton said to her excitedly, being pushed away only slightly by her hip bump. Assuming no one important died or there wasn't another Ministry takeover. Colton's excitment for notoriety was lessened somewhat however by his grandmother's words and he began to look around at the other guests.
There were a few there already, an older looking man standing there as if he owned the place, an eager man beside him, a pretty attractive redhead with a god (seriously, here?!), and a rather well dressed and distinguished looking guy on her arm. "Um, how about we go talk to them, Nana. They look," Important "nice. Unless of course you want to find a seat." he hoped she didn't, these people seemed well-off something Colton had been working towards for the past few years in the banking business.
Colton’s excitement made Norma chuckle. If they weren’t out in public at a fancy place like this, she would give his cheek a good pinch. No matter how much he grew, he still managed to find a way to be absolutely adorable. How he wasn’t married already, she did not know. Maybe them being on the front page of the Prophet together needed to happen. Then the entire wizarding community would see that Colton was in need of a wife. The old lady looked up at him, inching a little closer, and teased, “Then you best be ready to show those pearly whites when they find out that we have arrived, you silly goose.”
A quiet sigh of relief escaped her when her grandson glanced around the room and suggested that they should go talk to the pretty redhead and her handsome companion. That was so much better than lounging about in a chair. Although Norma was on the verge of being ninety years old, she certainly didn’t show it one bit. “You know that I can never say no to meeting new people,” she told Colton, already leading the way over to the pair. “Oh, look! They brought their dog with them. Aww!”
WHEW. I think I spotted everyone. HI. MINGLE AND STUFF!
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Ivy Bunbury and her "date(s)" for the publishing party were right on time, even despite the fact that Francesca had made them take the back-up portkey. Silly doggy kept fiddling with her new pink Swarovski- encrusted collar and wouldn't keep still long enough to touch the thing! Silly doggy.
Still, they were here now, and what a beaaaaaaaaautiful party it was shaping up to be. Ivy clung to her boss' Dell's arm with her right hand and kept a firm hold on Franny's leash with the other. "Wowwwww, look at those tapestries!" the redhead breathed as they were showed into the party room. Her nose crinkled up as she smiled and wiggled a few fingers to the doormen, then went back to craning her neck up up up toward the giant, awesome woven decorations.
"They must be wider than I am tall!!!!!" Giggle!
Brynn was still hungry, although she hadn't had the nod from Mr. Beverley to eat yet. Not that he'd mind, right? But she didn't want to be first. She would be... third. That was perfect pacing. Not too eager, but then she could make sure the little bacon-wrapped thingamabobbers weren't gone before she made it to the tables.
She spotted Ivy come in... with a dog and a handsome Bott man and no Rhys in sight. Really? Her brother was stupid, clearly, if he let that girl get away. He wasn't going to find anyone nearly as good living out in the middle of nowhere like he did. But Ivy had traded up, so...
She would catch up with Ivy later... it was nice to see a familiar face, but she didn't want to intrude on her super fancy romantic book-themed date. Although who brought a date to a book launch? You had to really love someone to come to a thing like this.
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Originally Posted by CJP
Oh wow, the decorating was beautiful! She was honored to be a part of an event like this.Clearly Imogine had not overdressed for the ocasion, she wore a dark blue evening gown with silver shimmer. She had arrived fashionably late, right on schedule.
Holding hands with her current date seemed awkward. So Imogine walked closley beside him.
"Why did they have to bring in Mad Morgan?" Imogine began, she looked up to Morgan as an accomplished witch but the band gave her a headache. "Im just a little mad that they are here. Vampire Beat should have come in, or what about Smash and the pumpkin brothers!"
David was thrilled to be invited by Imogine to this meraculous event. He fiddled with his glasses, hoping he looked smart, and tried to think of a reply. "Uh I don't know, because..." was all that came out before Imogine changed the subject."Vampire Beat, ya, that would be...that would be great" he agreed. "They all seem great". He wasn't quite watching whare he was going so he slipped slightly on an extra shiny wet patch. "Eep" he squeeked nerdily.
She'd best go greet the guests. That was her job, right? Brynn scurried across the floor to some of the early arrivals. "Careful!" She put out a hand to right the man before he fell, giving the wet spot on the floor a hard look. Someone was going to die or something.
"Welcome! Do you like the band? Aren't they smashing? I didn't know I even liked mandolins, but I like Morgan. Feel free to dance and stuff. Let me know if you need anything, okay?"
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Originally Posted by Silver Ninja
Stepping through the entrance to the ballroom, Willow looked around her. Butterflies were flitting around inside her, she'd never attended anything like this, nervous but excited she had eagerly taken on the assignment, relieved as well that Layla would also be attending with her.
Brushing her hair from her face, she moved further into the room, hoping she had dressed appropriately, unsure as to how she was expected to look. She had the invitation still in her purse as well as a pad with a pen to take any notes she might wish to write down.
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Originally Posted by Davvy_Wavvy
Really this was all work for her and nothing else. Layla wasn't here to enjoy the party and she certainly wasn't here for the company..just work.
So as soon as the woman got there her eyes whizzed around the room taking in the faces of the patrons there and boy had she wished she waited.
Hmph..someone and their date or whatever was on her ignore for the rest of the event list. Not even worth a mention.
Her mood had absolutely headed down south now but that was okay because Layla had a mean poker face. She made a beeline to Willow but gave her the once over before she got too close.Well the woman looked appropriate enough...no ugly shoes...okay it was safe. She stopped next to her and offered a smile.
"You look lovely." Her attention would be here for the rest of the night, with her employee and the winner and whoever else was lucky enough to be interviewed...not at anyone else.
Oh, oh, oh GOOD. The journalists had arrived! Brynn waved excitedly at them from across the room and pantomimed taking lots of pictures. As in... did they have a photographer? Where was the camera? Were they going to take pictures? Could they not do it while she was eating? And maybe from the left side, because she just looked BETTER on that side.
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Originally Posted by GlassXRose
As more people arrived, Elinor's stress actually seemed to go down. And Nigel helped. He actually helped A LOT.
"I don't think I would have showed up at all, if you hadn't agreed to come with me... I really owe you one," she nodded, looking about at everyone. She felt much less awkward with Nigel, somehow. Maybe he was awkward enough for both of them.
"If your hungry, I'll go over to the buffet with you," she offered, filling the silence. Elinor had no appetite whatsoever. She was nervous enough to vomit, she feared, even though the food DID smell delicious. She looked about for a familliar face, but couldn't pick one out. Was this how Nigel felt ALL THE TIME? The thought was awful.
She heard the arrival of another couple, and Brynn greeted them with a smile. See that, Mr. B? Best assistant EVER. Perhaps a raise was in her future?
That would be awesome.
"The food looks wonderful. And it's still warm and I think they JUST made it, so it's fresh. You guys definitely should try out the food and let me know what you recommend. There are these little baby sandwiches... all different kinds." And she sincerely hoped everything didn't get eaten before she could get around to eating.
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Originally Posted by Zoe
She wasn’t really sure if Colton had caught her drift. Yes, the Sword in the Stone was a wonderful place. How could anyone disagree with that? But she had meant the good-looking women who were already there. No matter, no matter. She’d have a date for him before the night was over. Norma as a selfless person and took care of her own, even during special events such as this that were meant for her and the other writers. She didn’t want Colton to die alone. And she wouldn’t complain if he and his special lady had a child or two. She could never have too many great-grandchildren!
The grin sort of faded when he asked if the Daily Prophet was going to be there. Norma was pretty certain that they would be. But did that really matter? “Colton, dearie, don’t worry about them,” she told him, giving her tall, handsome grandson a little bump with her old lady hips. That was her way of telling him to relax and just have some fun. She didn’t want him thinking about work or anything of the sort. “How about we find ourselves a seat? Or go mingle with the others?”
Oooo. That just HAD to be the winning contributor. She even had her date carrying her cookie tin. Which... Merlin. Cougar alert. That cool old lady had a really handsome boyfriend. Scandalous. What did her cute little grandkids from the story think about Granny dating a Hunk? HMMM?
Awkward.
She twitched a bit, because she should definitely definitely go and greet the woman, or alert Mr. B, or do SOMETHING...
And then they were heading toward Ivy and her Bott date. Merlin, maybe she should become a redhead, because they definitely got ALL the attention. Brynn stuck out her tongue at the back of Ivy's head before turning back to the other guests.
To the Ryans (Gosling & Reynolds) --- yeah we'll mingle with youuuu XD
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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz
Well. That caught the her of Bottdom off guard. He would have taken a step back, but he'd have to drag his jaw along the floor - and that wasn't very Bott!Becoming. "I beg your pardon, Ms.. I mean, Ivy, but if I've given you reason to believe I don't like you or enjoy your company, I must apologize further. Of course I like you. Pretending won't be necessary."
The dog, however... that was a work in progress. She was referring to the dog as Franny. Good Merlin.
"I think that is a fair trade off. Your counter offer is accepted." And to prove his point, Dell loosened his tie and casually hung a hand out of his jacket pocket. Look, see? Relaxed.
Dell didn't catch Ms. Dacosta's eye, but he couldn't miss the dress she was wearing. He frowned at Layla, a troubled down turn of his lips, and returned focus to Ivy where he offered her his un-pocketed hand - palm up.
Ivy just SMIRRRRKED. She could tell she had one up on Dell, hehe, not that she needed it. "I'm glad to hear that," she said softly, then, with a glance toward Francesca, "WE are glad to hear that." No pretending. At least... not around her.
Dell was a horrible actor anyway, as an actress like Ivy would know.
She followed his glance toward Layla, and pursed her lips, if only because she wished she'd thought to wear a semi-transparent dress. Well well. Looked like the Daily Prophet Editor-in-Chief sure made enough money... good to know her subscription was financing the woman's wardrobe. Hmmph.
"Let's go check out the buffet," Ivy announced, smoothly intertwining her fingers with Dell's. She'd take good care of him and Francesca. No mean Editors for them.
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Originally Posted by Zoe
Colton’s excitement made Norma chuckle. If they weren’t out in public at a fancy place like this, she would give his cheek a good pinch. No matter how much he grew, he still managed to find a way to be absolutely adorable. How he wasn’t married already, she did not know. Maybe them being on the front page of the Prophet together needed to happen. Then the entire wizarding community would see that Colton was in need of a wife. The old lady looked up at him, inching a little closer, and teased, “Then you best be ready to show those pearly whites when they find out that we have arrived, you silly goose.”
A quiet sigh of relief escaped her when her grandson glanced around the room and suggested that they should go talk to the pretty redhead and her handsome companion. That was so much better than lounging about in a chair. Although Norma was on the verge of being ninety years old, she certainly didn’t show it one bit. “You know that I can never say no to meeting new people,” she told Colton, already leading the way over to the pair. “Oh, look! They brought their dog with them. Aww!”
Ivy started leading both her Botts over to the buffet when lo and behold, an elderly woman her swoooooon-worthy companion were suddenly in their path. Francesca immediately went for the cookie tin one of them was holding, stretching her leash out to its full length as she sniffed impatiently and drooled on the man's shoes.
"Hello," Ivy smiled toward them both. "Sorry about Francesca--- I suppose she knows it's dinner time!" She laughed a bit and then tilted her head at the old lady, though Merlin knew she'd rather stare at the OTHER guy. Hehe.
"Hey, you're not the lady who wrote the winning story, are you? Norma?!"
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