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Post by lilith on Mar 14, 2012 2:53:57 GMT
  It had taken an absolutely wretched amount of time to get everything set up and ready. Really one would think that with her connections, Lilith could get a party set up before the sun even began to set. This particular night however had just not gone any bit of the way she originally planned. First the house elves kept putting things in the wrong spot then it seemed everyone under the sky was trying to get in contact with her about something or another. It was just getting quite on her nerves. It had been far too long since she had thrown her own party just for the sake of doing so and to even secure a location on such sort notice had been quite the dreadful experience. Caving to using her natural Veela charm to get her way with the man renting out the space had nearly made her hurl. The meeting had really been one of her times to question why she didn't just join the Death Eaters so she could kill the man and be on her way without his grabby paws attempting to fondle her.
Shaking her head in exasperation as she looked around the building that had at one time been quite unoccupied in the outskirts of London. Usually, Lilith would use her pull with some of her many friends to secure a higher class looking building but seeing as she wasn't throwing a party for her more known contacts, she really couldn't have cared less. If anything she'd just felt it completely necessary to reek havoc and those nights were particularly better to do away from the usual suspecting party-crashers. The building really wasn't that bad off now that she had finished with the main decor. A few cleaning spells, house elf help and a few conjured items, it looked like the perfect place to get her crazy on. Even if the decor was a bit more dark than her usual haunts.
Twirling happily with a rather mischievous smirk as she set her owl off with her invites. It always more fun to just drop an event in her friend's laps to see who would show at the drop of a hat. No telling who she'd get. Even better when invitations to the party were being scattered through Wizarding London by the wind. Some barely known band had of course come to her rescue in terms of music, which was quite alright with her as long as she could dance to the beat. Drinks and snacks alike lined the far wall away from the makeshift stage, parallel to the door and fireplace; after all some would have to arrive by Floo.
Seeing as she had done all she really could for preparation she set upon making herself look the part. The scene was rather grungy looking, it was only fair she, as the host, fit with the theme. Having plenty of time to make it back to her flat to change before anyone arrived she Flooed herself home and immediately ravaged through her clothes, tossing things onto her bed that seemed to fit her idea for the party. Jeans, boots, jackets and blouses flew threw the air as she sorted such out to pick out the perfect outfit. Eventually, after a great deliberation as most women did in choosing outfits, Lilith settled on a muggle made combination.
Black form fitting leather pants that had quite obviously been worn many times was the first part of her look. Quickly followed by a size-too-small tank top and matching leather jacket Finally, charming her auburn hair, a strange trait that had come from her father, to curl into perfect ringlets. Satisfied she quickly pocketed her wand, just in case, and returned to the party. Who would have thought someone such at her would have anything to worry about? But alas, she did question what would happen at such a gathering, but the party was just about to get started.
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Post by whatever on Mar 14, 2012 15:30:10 GMT
   The Three Broomsticks was swamped that night. People were coming in, in droves, piling into booths and ordering enough drinks to drown a hippogriff. Tables were full and people were loud. The joyous sounds buzzed throughout the small pub and out onto the lamp light streets of Hogsmeade. It was another busy night of work which only meant generous amounts of tips, which was always more than welcome for the struggling staff. This was a good night for business but just bad timing for their employee, Eloise Dolohov. The small blond girl was running around with her head cut off trying to keep up with everything. With her gracious smile plastered on her tanned face and her witty laugh at the ready, she was just about at her wits end.
It seemed like anything and everything was going wrong that night. One of the taps malfunctioned, cups were being dropped, beer was being spilt. It was enough to make a girl want to scream, but Elle couldn’t afford that. She simply got on her hands and knees picked up the shards of glass and mopped up the split beer with a smile to mask her annoyance. While all this was going on she keep a keen watch on the clock on the wall. She was supposed to be out of here an hour ago. The night girl was late and they were packed and she did not see an end to her shift in sight. Of course, this was just her luck. The one night she was meant to be somewhere her job delayed her. It was one of her good friend Lilith’s party and she would be damned if she missed it. Merlin knew that Elle needed a drink after the day she’d had.
Throwing the shards of broken glass into the trash bin Elle wiped her hands and walked over to the bar to tend to another new customer. She gave him his beer without much cause, popping off the cap with the bottle opener and sliding it down the line. Just as she did this she saw two of the newer waitresses run right into each other, spilling their platters of empty glasses to the ground with a resounding clash. Elle sighed as she grabbed a rag. Someone out there really didn’t want her to go to this party...and then then the only lucky thing happened to her all day; her replacement walked through the door.
A gigantic smile flashed over Elle’s face as she whipped out from behind the bar and marched straight up to her, “ Here you go love,” she said as she plopped the rag into the girl’s hand, “ have fun,” she added with a pat on the shoulder. With that she was gone before the girl could protest.
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After arriving home to clean herself up, she had quickly grabbed an old outfit from her closet. She picked up some classic, form fitting skinny jeans, a black embellished tank, a leather jacket, and some cute heels. With a touch of makeup and a spritz of perfume to cover the smell of beer that never seemed to wash away from the hours she spent at work, she was out the door, apparating to the party.
Walking into the space she spotted Lilith immediately. She smiled and quickly skipped over to her, her heels clicking as she went.
“LILITH!” she said as she embraced the brunette, “ It looks amazing, you look amazing!—sorry ‘bout the smell, work was a mess today!—Anyway, how are you... I definitely need a drink my friend!”
She was speaking fast due to her excitement. She really did need a night out after the day she had and this was the perfect place to leave all her worries behind for the night. She stepped back and pushed the hair out of her face. Lilith always brought out the fun in her. It was bound to be a good night.
 W O R D S *600--ish ;;
T H O U G H T S * boo its raining ;;
M U S I C * none atm :( ;;
T A G G E D * Lilith! ;;
W E A R I N G * party outfit! ;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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Post by albus severus potter on Mar 14, 2012 18:36:53 GMT
 There was absolutely no reason for Albus to stay at the Hogs Head tonight, not even with the crowd that happened to be here. Albus' bartenders and waitresses were here, and he had been doing nothing but leaning against the outside of the bar, sipping on a nice cold beer. He grinned at a passing waitress and sighed in contentment. Had his elder brother James not corrupted him in his fifth year, the boy would still be a timid little fellow who barely said a thing, though he still rarely said much, at least he didn't sound stupid when he charmed girls with his dashing good looks and bright green eyes. Though most of the time it was Albus who'd been charmed by the beauties the world sent his way, but he didn't argue in the least. Who would? Especially when all they wanted was his 'magic wand' and then he would probably never see them again.
The thought of being alone for the rest of his life occured to him and he started chewing at the inside of his lip, in which one of his closer friends behind the bar told him to stop worrying barely a minute later. His employee's knew him well, and it was probably because Albus rarely left the bar - especially when he had an apartment over-head - though since he'd bought it from Aberforth years ago, the boy had had it scrubbed from top to bottom so that you could at least see the floor. It was a trait he'd inherited from Grandma Molly Weasley. Being clean. Though as he looked around the place it was getting Grimy again. While thinking of how he could possibly get the dirt out of this place once and for all, a flying letter decided to hit him upside the head, knocking his beer over as it landed on the bar.
Of course, Lilith Dubois was having a party. That was something old, but also new as her last party had been quite a while ago. A grin covered Albus' face, and he handed the invite to his bartender. 'You going?' The man asked, a grin on his face. "Yep. I'll let you know how it went later." Albus replied, heading up the stairs to go take a quick shower and change his clothes. He charmed his hair when getting out of the shower for a quick dry, as, like his father, and his father before him, and well, the rest of the potter boys, really, he had hair that wouldn't stay neat, anywhere. Not even with all the magic in the world. Donning a pair of slightly tight, but nice fitting jeans and a white v-neck tee, he pulled his sneakers on and grabbed his leather jacket, and apparated straight to the middle of the place where the party was being held. A grin found his lips as he surveyed the place, happy with the decorations, and found his way towards both Lilith and Eloise, both very pretty, and one of them extremely unattainable. The gorgeous partial-veela, Lilith, was a lesbian, and although that made him quite sad for a few moments, he knew that a relationship with her would forever be friendly. "Nice job."
WORDS: 540.
OUTFIT: HOT.
TAGGED: LILITH, ELOISE + OPEN.
CREDIT: IMAGE TO oi fay! OF CAUTION 2.0.
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Post by jp on Mar 15, 2012 0:40:11 GMT
   Nights where the fun never seemed to end always seemed to result in mornings in which regret was inevitable, unless, however, you were the infamous Christopher Davies. It seemed that no matter the stupidity of the act on any given drunken night the Quidditch star only seemed to smile about the next day...Well after he got over the initial hang over. If his actions landed him in the papers, which they always did, he felt a surge of excitement. As if the boy needed any more press than he already did, he seemed to be in the papers more for his extracurricular that he did for his game. Nevertheless it was the rule breaking rebel in him that loved the attention. It was the fact that Quidditch and him had always had a tested relationship and he was always willing to see how far he could push it.
Parties came to Chris far too often. His entire life seemed to be one big party with a constant amount of alcohol and poor choices. It was as if he didn’t give a damn about his career or even his well being. The papers said he was reckless, self destructive, and squandering formidable talent and in large part that was exactly what he was doing. He had been raised to be a Quidditch player. Every move he had made leading up to this point was designed by his father to make him go pro whether he wanted to or not. While he loved the game that became embedded in his very being he couldn’t help but at the same time resent it. Perhaps that was why he drank so much and partied as often as he did. For someone as well known and as good as he was, he was willing to let it all slip through his fingers for a good party, a strong drink, and a rebellious feeling of adrenaline he thrived on.
Chris had left the Falmouth Falcons facility after being hounded by the press for his latest antics. It seemed as though showing up late and hung over to training didn’t sit well with owners and like any good paper, the press were all over it.
”Do you think you’re being a good team player?”
“Was she famous?”
“Are you still drunk?”
No, no, and...maybe. Chris had merely smirked at the reporters as the continued to ask the same guilted questions. The only reason they and the rest of the league put up with him was because he produced on the field. Bar none there was no one as aggressive or as quick as Chris in the chaser position. He was good despite his efforts not to be and so he was able to slide by.
After a while he was able to get away but not before his coach could stop him and have another one of his lectures. It seemed that everyone wanted to talk to him that day and for all the wrong reasons. He had people to see and places to go. It was Lilith’s party that night and he had told her he’d stop by after a party his model friend was throwing. So was the life of Chris Davies.
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One too many shots later, countless beers, and perhaps a drinking game or two later, Chris reluctantly peeled himself out from a leggy brunette who he had been helping with some kind of game. Did he really want to leave this party full of gorgeous women? No, but he had promised to make an appearance. So, with a reluctant goodbye and kisses on the cheek he apparated away.
Walking into Lilith’s party, he had to admit she had done an awesome job. He picked up a cup on the way in that was full of some kind of alcoholic beverage and then proceeded through the room where he saw Lilith, Albus, the owner of Hogs Head (whom he knew from his frequent visits to the place), and Elle...something, the waitress he always flirted with at the Three Broomsticks.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, the party has arrived,” he said jokingly with a laugh as he walked into the circle of conversation.
“Is this a party or a wake? “ he added, holding out his hands, “ Why am I the only one with a drink in my hands? “
Smirking, he took a sip of his drink. There was nothing like Chris Davies starting off the party already buzzed and ready to make the night an unforgettable---or in his case, forgettable night of fun.
 7-something WORDS | COMPLETE | Lilith, Elle, Albus | OUTIFT: Casual jeans and tee LYRICS BY ALL TIME LOW | TEMPLATE BY ARRO YAY FUN!
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Post by annabelle on Mar 18, 2012 9:36:49 GMT
 Dawn Holbrook entered her small and homely flat the old fashioned muggle way with a jingle of her keys. After spending majority of her day cooped up in her cubicle in the Auror Department of the Ministry working on a new investigation and getting practically nowhere, she didn’t feel like pulling out her wand to do the simple job of opening the door. There were just something’s that were better left doing without the wave of a wand. Walking into the small kitchen she dropped her keys on top of the small table along with her note bag that carried the various reports on the case she was working on.
Feeling mentally exhausted Dawn ran a hand through her long brown locks until all the knots that were created throughout the day were gone. She hated these kind of afternoons were she didn’t know exactly what to do with herself. She wasn’t tired enough to lounge around and do nothing, but yet she didn’t have enough will power to sit and go through the reports once again. Sill at a loss she began to make a cup of tea just to occupy herself for a brief minute as her mind began to drift. If worse came to worse she could always hand out at a pub just for a brief escape. Lately, she had been so consumed with work that she hadn’t had much of a social life.
A tapping on her window brought her out of her thoughts, however, as she lifted her head toward the small kitchen window. Dawn forgot about her tea as she took a few steps and propped the window up to grab the letter hanging from the owl’s beak. “Thank you,” she murmured to the bird before giving it a little treat from a bowl she kept on her windowsill for that purpose.
It was as if Lilith Dubios had read her mind because the letter was an invitation to a party. It was the escape Dawn had been looking for. It didn’t take her long to get ready for such an event. She redid her long brown hair so it was no longer limp, but had voluminous waves that had a slight bounce to them when she walked. There was the slightest trace of makeup upon her face just to give her eyes and cheeks some life once again. Then finally she had changed out of her work clothes into a comfortable, yet dressy black tank top accompanied by some black shorts that ended mid-thigh and a pair of red high heels. The weather was finally changing enough in England where someone wouldn’t have to wear so many layers due to the colder weather. Dawn was quite happy for the warmer change, because quite frankly she liked to show off her sexy legs.
When was the last time she hit up the party scene? She couldn’t honestly remember, so she knew that she was going to make this one memorable. With the thoughts of dancing plaguing her mind she apparated where the party was taken place with a small pop leaving her flat without a second thought.
There was already a copious amount to witch and wizards there mingling and drinking. With a mischievous smirk she quickly grabbed a drink and took a sip feeling all the stress leaving her as her hips swayed to the music. She weaved her way through the small crowds until her eyes spotted a particular group. Christopher Davies, Elle- something (she couldn’t quite remember the last name, though she recalled that the girl was nice), Albus Potter, and the hostess herself, Lilith Dubios. After taking another sip of her drink she made her way over to the group until she was standing next to Christopher.
“Is Davies already boasting about how he’s ‘The Party’?” Dawn asked the group with a smirk as she mimicked quotation marks with her hands. Her bright eyes slowly scanned over everyone in a friendly greeting as she smiled. “You always throw a party right when I need it, Lilith! I was about to go insane back at my flat! I think you out did yourself this time," she told the quidditch player as she ran a hand through her hair before looking over at Albus, whom she knew through the Order and school since he had only been a year behind her. . "Taking a break from the Hog's Head, eh?"
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Post by lilith on Mar 18, 2012 12:08:06 GMT
The grin that appeared on Lilith's face the moment people started arriving could have rivaled a child in a candy store. Having a party had been exactly what she needed to get back in the social scene and cause a little mishap or two, probably with the help of a Mr. Davies who just couldn't seem to stay out of trouble. Elle, naturally the first to arrive, in a rather amusing hummingbird-like manner causing the part Veela to laugh good natured. "You smell fine and look the part, love. Don't be so conscientious you'll have the whole lot of blokes drooling over you. Literally, if they have too much of that new whiskey my sister sent me." It had been far too long since she had the chance to poke and tease at such a good friend. Playing Quidditch really had been a time dwindled the last year.
Twirling with a mischievous grin and posing dramatically, "Awe you think? Well, glad to know my hard work was such a- oh looky here. The dear Albus Potter graces us with his presence!" She was of course just teasing as could be made obvious by the overly playful kiss she blew toward the slightly younger male. "Glad to see you could make it. No date? Pity I would have loved to steal her from you." She was quite obviously in quite a mood, possibly from the recent rejection of unrequited lust, or was it love? She never did separate the two well. Motioning from one guest to the other to be the proper hostess, "Albus, my dearest and most gorgeous friend, Elle." Not that introductions were completely necessary at such an event but nevertheless Lilith was taught manners. Not that they were always used. Besides, at such an event it was likely most of the participants would know each other somehow or another.
Or in the case of the most recent entry, front page gossip news. "Chris Davies what a shocker. Did you manage to pry yourself from the women pawing at you or did they finally wise up and decide to seek me out instead?" Oh, frisky tonight indeed. It was sure to be quite an eventful night with the hostess being more spunky than per usual. Rolling her eyes at her friend as well as competition within the Quidditch world. Of course he would go straight for the booze and women. Oh wait, that's normally what she did as well. Grinning in acceptance as she poked at the man's chest. "You know better than to make such atrocious accusations! You know very well this is a party just with this-" dragging her hands from her neck down to her thighs in a rather suggestive maneuver, "being in the vicinity. Isn't that right dolls?" Glancing off to the side where her other two guests stood.
Chuckling softly as a voice fluttered in mocking Chris in such a way that only someone that knew him well could do. "Dawn! Thank Merlin. And here I thought I'd have to owl someone in the morning to come pick up his pieces. But if you're already here. Saves me a great deal of trouble, hm?" Waving her hand toward the beverage counter to summon a random assortment of the drinks gathered there and holding them out to the others present. "Well then, as has been stated... Welcome. Drink up and lets get this going!" Twirling about once as she tipped her head back to knock down her first drink of the night, no telling what it might have been, and grinning to her friends.
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