#dowevent1

[rexisms]

Regulus stood in the corner of the room, watching his parents talking with Crabbe and Goyle Sr., doubtlessly negotiating Rex’s entry into the Death Eaters. Circe’s sake, he thought, they didn’t have to do that. It was a sign of their lack of faith in Rex’s ability to get in on his own. 

Instead of annoying himself further, he turned to the person next to him and said, “In the mood for some shots?” 

[strelawncy-blog]

Sybill found a seat in the outskirts of the chaos. A nice, hidden place for her to people watch. If she was being more honest with herself, she had been asked to sit out for predicting something terrible to happen at this event. Apparently such predictions were frowned upon. She was used to people responding this way, but she still felt it her duty to warn them. 

However, now, she sat, swirling her glass and taking turns look at the swishing champagne and the people when — she locked eyes with someone. 

“Is your grandmother quite well? I wouldn’t be too sure of that.”

[fortescullian]

Alice was told to show up at the party undercover, but she was having a hard time not fidgeting. She could barely hold a decent conversation with the person talking to her. “Ah, yeah? I thought the Goblin Rebellions could have been resolved in another way. There’s unnecessary animosity now because of what wixen have done in the past.” She looked at them. “Wait, was that what we were talking about? I’m terribly distracted today; sorry.” 

[cburbage-blog1]

Charity was pleasantly tipsy. She could make small talk without questioning herself, and awkward conversations no longer felt so uncomfortable. Logically she knew that she didn’t need another drink, but the plate of cocktails next to her looked so tempting and the alcohol had dulled her fear of embarrassing herself.  “One more drink couldn’t hurt,” she assured herself before lifting a sparkling pink beverage to her lips. The pleasant tingling sensation lingered, and compelled her to call out a slightly too loud “Thank you!” in the direction of the house elf who had provided her the drink.

She let out a delighted giggle, ignoring her social faux-paus and turned to the person next to her with a grin. “Have you tried these. They are ahh-mazing!”

[frnklcngbottm-blog]

frank had been wishing it would be a firm NO he would return to the shafiq’s invitation to join their party. he’d attended his fair share of pureblood parties in his youth and he had no great wish to return. the longbottom family had been disowned from the sacred twenty-eight for exactly ten years now, and quite frankly, frank was happy to be rid of them -- that just wasn’t where he belonged. however, when he got the message from his supervisor that he would be required to attend the party as a safety presence, his no was begrudgingly changed to a yes.

on the day of the party, he found himself wandering in hours late, hoping silently that he wouldn’t be required to stay for too long. remembering the manor from his days as a kid, he navigated his way to the living room where he found a glass of champagne to snag off a waiter. as he stood in the middle of the room, he looked around at the people surrounding him. “quite the mix,” he mused to no one in particular, taking a small sip from his drink. “not your regular pureblood party, then.”

[dawnofwarhq-blog]

Another year has come to an end at Hogwarts, which means a new graduating class is ready to enter the wizarding world. To celebrate this, the House of Shafiq will be hosting a graduation party for their eldest son. Everyone who is anyone will be there and, it will obviously be the talk of the summer. Rumor has it this would be a perfect opportunity for the adults to scout some new...talent. Don’t miss it.

[ooc info under the cut!]

Hello, everyone!! We hope you like our first event. We’ll be opening on JULY 13, THURSDAY, AT 12 NOON, GMT+8. We’re so excited to have all of you, and we can’t wait to get the ball rolling!

Some more details about the party:

The party is being held at the Shafiq Manor and is open to everyone. Order members will be encouraged to go to keep an eye on the Death Eaters, and vice versa for the Death Eaters. This would be a great time to do some spying, eavesdropping, plotting. There’s only so much tension one party can hold.

The Manor itself is located at a secret location in London. Everyone who RSVPd to any of the invitations—whether the one on the radio or the ones in the papers—was given the location of the party, as well as instructions on how to Apparate there. There are also constantly-replicating Portkeys from five locations around Britain. All these lead one to the entrance, a large, open-air hallway with bright Baroque decor.

After choosing your drink from the dozens of enchanted trays near the large entrance, you enter the huge ballroom, an ice centerpiece in the middle depicting a leopard, the animal on the Shafiq coat of arms. There are various small patios leading to the open air outside, also enchanted to be cleaner than typical London smog. Regular visitors to the manor—meaning purebloods—know which house elves to talk to for access to smaller, inside rooms for more, ehem, private dealings.

For this event, we would like to see everyone either post a starter and reply to at least three starters. If you have multiples, you only have to reply to a minimum of three total. If you post a starter, be sure to reply to someone else’s first. Make sure to use the tag dowstart when posting your starter! Please tag all your posts with dowevent1 to keep our main event tag clean! Again, this event will begin on JULY 13, THURSDAY, AT 12 NOON, GMT+8. It will end on JULY 16, SUNDAY, JULY 18, TUESDAY, AT 12 MIDNIGHT, GMT+8. Happy roleplaying!

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[lzabini-blog]

random pairing prompt - heaven

“If you want it, come get it.” Her message had been a little cheeky, but she’d felt the other woman appreciated a little sass. Luc knew that she could have been risking losing another client, but she highly doubted it. Through their letter correspondence, it seemed she’d really wanted the seeds she’d ordered—a little piece of heaven, they were. In any case, Lucrezia’s plans stopped for no one, and she’d been set on attending tonight’s gathering, which would be a good avenue to find new clients.

She was speaking to yet another pureblood wife looking for some landscaping for their gardens, waiting for Madame Molly Weasley to show up. 

@mollswobbles

[dowmuse-blog]

starters not seen in the tags:

frank

lucius

glenda