Regina Parker

October 07, 2012 10:20 PM
Reggie had decided about a month ago to have a party. It was too close to Halloween to actually have it on Halloween, so it ended up being much closer to Thanksgiving. She felt this would give people enough time to procure costumes from back home or allow them to send out requests to shops and buy them from catalogues. She felt that was the nice thing for her to do. Besides, she wanted an awesome costume and needed the time to actually get it. Her father wasn’t much help, but her Grandmother knew exactly what she wanted and had gotten it in the right size. Thank Merlin for awesome Grandmothers.

Her costume was that of a Woodland Fairy. Reggie loved fairies. Not the actual magical fairies because some of them were rather creepy to look at; but rather, the Muggle version of fairies. They were always so beautiful and everyone wanted to have them. Reggie wasn’t really sure where her love of fairies came from, but it was one of those girly-girl things that she sometimes would fall for. Like the skirts and dresses that she had been sporting for the last couple of terms as well as the makeup. Her outfit was a satin green with a tutu purple skirt beneath it. Across the waist was a purple flower for the woodland look and small wings were attached in the back. The dress was extremely short and, although it did not normally come with leggings, her grandmother included black legging shorts that came to her calves. She put her hair in soft waves and had a matching flower wreath around her head to finish off the woodland fairy look. She tried to make her makeup fun by using glitter and fun purple, but who knew how others would see it. Oh well, it was a night of pure fun and she didn’t care if they didn’t agree with her costume choice.

Meeting with her friends, she had set up the gardens with the help of the Prairie Elves (they were so accommodating!) with fresh snacks and drinks all over the area. Seating had also been provided. The party was at the center the gardens where the fountain was and Reggie had charmed it to look like blood was flowing from it. The gardens were decorated in various holidays. Some were creepy and scary covered in webs or with skeletons/ghouls/ghosts popping out to startle you for Halloween, some were fall colors and pilgrim style, while others were red and green with fake snow, empty presents, and, of course, Mistletoe. Reggie had spent all morning setting it up with the Elves. They were so good at this sort of thing! And the kitchen Elves were awesome about the food. As much work as it had been to get everything set up and ready, Reggie was proud of how it all came together.

The time had arrived for the party to start. Reggie turned on the music which was charmed to flip through each holiday. “Okay, let’s get this party started!” Reggie declared, happy that people were interested but even more happy that the Fifth year Teppenpaws weren’t horrifically angry with her for throwing them into this with her.

OOC: Reggie will be taking lots of pictures throughout the evening, so feel free to say in that you posed or were suddenly bombarded by flashes!
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Cepheus Princeton

October 13, 2012 10:45 PM
Being a Princeton, it was only reasonable that he go to one of the two parties that were being advertised. The first had been advertised by a flyer tacked onto the Crotalus bulletin board. The second had been passed through word-of-mouth for purebloods only. Cepheus could only imagine what sort of party that would be. Stifling. Cepheus didn’t agree with his younger brother much on anything anymore, but he and Rupert did share a dislike for those pureblood gatherings. Those were the sorts of parties the adults had while the children went upstairs and played. Cepheus was too old to go upstairs and play now, and he knew he would need to integrate himself into that culture once he was older, but for now he was going to enjoy the party Reggie was throwing.

Cepheus’s birthday had been in October, just a few days before Halloween. He had been too busy to throw a respectable party for himself, but now, though a month had passed, he could celebrate it properly. It was never too late to celebrate a party.

His parents had sent both his costume and Rupert’s. Cepheus had asked them specifically for something that would make him look like a Greek god. Though his name came from a constellation, he had done some research and found that the constellation was named after a king. It would only be fitting to be one step above that. Cepheus very well looked like one with his white robe and a purple sash over one shoulder going across his chest. He had an olive wreath on his head to finish the look and gold sandals on his feet. He pulled the part off well with his pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. Quite Aryan, if he said so himself.

When he arrived at the party, he immediately looked for Theresa, wishing that he had asked her to go with him. He saw so many pairs around. Even McLachlan had a date! That was a sight to see. But Cepheus had bigger things on his mind. He wandered through, looking at the ridiculous costumes of some other people. There was another girl dressed as something similar to him, which he appreciated. She was conversing with McLachlan, another thing he found odd, but he let it slip his mind as he went to the seemingly bloody fountain.

Cepheus then looked around for Megan, wondering if she would show her face to something like this. He picked up a cookie and a cup of juice, glad that he wasn’t sipping tea and having stilted conversations in Cascade Hall. This party was much livelier with much more to look at, and Ceph appreciated that. He spotted one of his friends and waved at them with a smile, sure that he looked regal both in his costume and in his demeanor. He had recently turned fourteen; only three more years and he would be legal, at least in the United Kingdom.

As he bit into his cookie, he thought again of what his father would say if he had asked Theresa to be his Cassiopeia instead of Megan. That train of thought was loaded, and he blushed at the implications it brought with it. As if to stopper his thoughts, he stuffed the rest of his cookie in his mouth, so was unable to immediately give a proper greeting when someone approached him.
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Valentina Bentancourt

October 14, 2012 9:30 PM
Valentina had been focused on dancing and studies since she had gotten back from the summer holidays. Her CATS results had been abysmal, only scraping the necessary grade to continue on some classes. Her mother hadn’t been very impressed about her academic history and had instructed her to study. The Spaniard had to ace her RATS otherwise she was sure something awful was going to happen to her. On top of that her dance teacher had been particularly hard on her when she returned for the summer lessons. The Teppenpaw understood the point of it, but it hadn’t been too fun listening to Madame Trudeau berating her in front of the other girls. After that she had spent hours practicing at home. She didn’t want to be humiliated again.

On another weird note, her mother had a boyfriend, and she didn’t know how to react to that. As far as she remembered she had never dated anyone and it was weird seeing it. Her brother was happy for their mother, but a part of Valentina had always thought that her mother would always be faithful to her father. The sixth-year knew it was a ridiculous notion since her father wasn’t around.

The last couple of months had passed as a blur for her. She had just delved into school work and dancing. If she was honest with herself she missed Marcus, but he had become the center of her world disregarding her responsibilities in order to be with him. Valentina now realized it hadn’t been very healthy for her.

Since she had spent so much time doing Responsible Things, Valentina had decided to attend the party that his fellow Teppenpaws were organizing. It sounded like a pretty good time and some time off would benefit her lingering attention. She couldn’t really become a Teppenpaw Hermit. Fun was also part of life!

With that in mind she owled her mother for an appropriate Halloween costume. Halloween had always been one of her favorite holidays when she was younger, and she had to admit she actually missed it.

Two days before the party the long awaited package arrived bearing the awesome pirate costume her mother had picked out for her. The Spaniard was happy with it, since it was pretty, but not slutty or showed too much. A girl always had to keep her secrets. Valentina happily put the box under bed to wait for the day it would be needed.

Finally the day of the party came and the Teppenpaw excitedly started getting ready for it. Her hair was left lose in waves around her shoulders and back, her make-up was dramatic, and the costume fit her perfectly. Valentina donned her hat and almost skipped to the gardens in search of a good time.

The younger Teppenpaws had done a great job. The garden looked amazing, the blood fountain was creepy and it seemed everyone was having a rather good time. Reggie was taking pictures all around her, but the Pureblood continued her walk towards the refreshment table. She saw a boy, younger than her, eating a cookie

“Hello,” she greeted him in her heavily accented English. She loved how her accent made her sound so exotic. “Are the cookies any good?” she asked eyeing them greedily. The Teppenpaw rarely ate anything so indulging, but today was an exception.
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Cepheus

October 19, 2012 10:58 AM
Cepheus was glad he didn't choke on his biscuit when an older girl approached. She was gorgeous and most definitely Spanish. She looked and sounded like one. He nodded as he swallowed the bits of biscuit down. "They're quite good," he said, although he hadn't really tasted it as it had gone down. He picked up a glass of butterbeer, pale face unusually flushed after shoving that biscuit into his mouth. He washed down the rest of the bits that might've been stuck in his throat before attempting to make any conversation.

Once his throat was cleared, he smiled apologetically. "I'm Cepheus Princeton, of the Surrey Princetons," he said, giving a little bow with his head. "You have a brilliant costume. I could never really imagine a female pirate wearing a white dress at sea, though. Might get stained too quickly." He smiled, hoping his conversation wasn't too boring. Cepheus had never been nervous to talk to anyone before, but he was finding himself slightly tongue-tied in front of this girl.

He cleared his throat again. "Did you come with anyone to the party?" he asked, wanting very badly to fall into his nervous hand-fiddling. Cepheus did not like this feeling of uncertainty. He had certainly not noticed her before, and he wondered how he could have missed this Spanish beauty. Cepheus's eyes briefly scoured for Theresa over her shoulder, wishing that she would save him from making a complete fool of himself. He felt insignificant and terribly young in comparison to this older girl. He hoped he didn't look like a fool.

After searching very briefly for Theresa, his eyes were drawn back to the older girl's eyes. Her make-up was done very well and he couldn't tear his eyes away from hers. He liked the natural look on girls, but for some reason make-up on this girl seemed almost, well, not natural, but it enhanced her beauty. Cepheus tried to gather his thoughts, but was failing a little. He cleared his throat again with a lack of things to say and drank from his bottle of butterbeer, hoping that some liquid would clear his throat and, hopefully, his mind. Why was he feeling so bloody silly, anyway?
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Valentina Bentancourt

October 23, 2012 4:31 AM
Valentina heartly laughed at the attention she was getting from the younger boy. The Teppenpaw was used to being a shadow to everyone in her life. The Spaniard was used to some invisibility that came from her father not really caring about her or her life. Valentina was the illegitimate daughter of a powerful British Pureblood man and from a woman that belonged to a shamed Spanish Pureblood family. It was a lot of baggage for a lowly Sonora sixth-year. She knew she had to work for what she wanted because her father wouldn’t help her out anymore and her mother couldn’t really do anything for her, which was why Valentina worked hard on her ballet. It was the only thing she was good at. Academics weren’t her thing.

Following his example, Valentina curtsied like she was supposed to. Personally she didn’t see the need to follow formalities when she was not an important person in the Pureblood world. “Pleasure, Mr. Princeton. I am Valentina Bentancourt,” she responded with a warm smile dancing on her lips. Her introduction wasn’t up to par, but she really didn’t see the need add a branch since her family wasn’t really important. Besides, he might recognize the name thanks to the old financial scandal of her grandfather. She hoped he didn’t.

The cookies were doing a seduction dance that was impossible to ignore. The chocolate chip cookie was whispering her name, and Valetina couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed the nearest one and took a bite. It tasted like heaven mixed with unicorn tears. Merlin, how she missed junk food.

After she swallowed the greatness that had been in her mouth a few seconds ago, she let out a satisfaction sigh and smiled at Cepheus, “Thank you! My mother sent it. I am happy with it, but I have to agree with you, white is very difficult to keep clean.” Her blue-eyes followed his.

Cepheus was looking for someone, probably waiting for that person, and she was interrupting. “I came here alone, just wanting to have a nice time,” she answered. She briefly glimpsed around the party and saw Marcus with Jordan Adair. The Green Monster began clawing her entrails, but she decided to ignore it. She had broken up with him in the first place.

“How about you? You seem to be looking for someone,” she said teasingly. Valentina was worried she was interrupting a date or something. Cepheus looked like a nice young man and he was proving to be entertaining. He was adorable.
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Cepheus Princeton

October 24, 2012 1:35 PM
Merely watching her eat entranced Cepheus, though perhaps not quite as dramatically. He almost felt like he was intruding, she seemed to be enjoying that biscuit. He almost swelled with pride to think that his opinion of the snack had influenced her to take one. He could have some influence even if she was older than he. He was rather surprised that she was a Bentancourt. He knew of her, or at least of her paternal family, and he soured a little knowing that she did not have a very respectable background. Still, that didn't deter him much in conversing with her. It didn't exactly take away from her beauty, either.

It was difficult for the young lad to believe that Miss Bentancourt had come alone. How could anyone have passed this lady on by? Why wouldn't anyone want to ask her to the party? Cepheus tried to stand a little taller, look a little less enthusiastic about being in her company. He couldn't possibly understand how she could expect a nice time coming here alone. She was a witch; witches always stuck together when it came to parties. But perhaps that was something older secondary school adolescents did.

Cepheus shook his head quickly. "I'm not with anyone, no." He was betrothed, but he didn't consider himself attached in any way. Tied down, perhaps, but not attached. Besides, he wouldn't be legally tied down until he was married. At least, from what he understood. "I came here alone as well." Did he seem mature enough yet? That had to sound mature at least a little. "I can't imagine you not coming here with someone." Was that insulting? Oh Merlin, he meant that it was hard to imagine her not coming here with a date. Was she offended? He hoped she wasn't a feminist. He hoped she didn't think that he thought she wasn't able to take care of herself. Cepheus wished he could take back those words, but it was too late.

Words usually came easily to the poor lad, but that didn't seem to be the case here. Cepheus felt even stupider and more self-conscious than usual. What would his father say? He didn't even want to think what his mum would say. She would just laugh at him. Oh, Merlin. Cepheus tried not to panic as he lost a sense of his footing, hoping that Miss Bentancourt would stable him again with a kind comment that told him she hadn't misinterpreted his stupid remark.
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Theresa Carey

October 24, 2012 10:23 PM
In the end, Theresa had lost the family argument about what theme they should adopt for the costume party in the Gardens, and had considered not coming at all until she realized that her dear, loving relatives would tease her about her sulk all winter if she sat it out. She restrained herself, then, to just giving Arthur a dirty look as, resplendent in her flowing blue robes and admittedly convincing fake gold and sapphire and diamond crown as Morgana, the Careys made their entrance as the court of King Arnold-Arthur and promptly all went their separate ways.

They wouldn’t, after all, want anyone to think they were unapproachable and eccentric and altogether too close. That would never do for the Carey family at all.

Unsure of what to do with herself now that she was here, at a party for so many different kinds of people, some of whom weren’t immediately easy to recognize because of the costumes, she played with the end of one black curl and privately admitted (as she really didn’t look for one specific person at all) that it was most likely for the best that she hadn’t gotten her way. Dressing up as Cassiopeia had seemed terribly clever when she thought of it, but now, surrounded by what looked like half the school, she couldn’t help but think that people would have known immediately what the point was and thought she was silly, and worse – completely desperate. That was the absolute last thing she wanted to contemplate being seen as.

Besides, she thought when she did spot the one person she really hadn’t been specifically looking for, Cassiopeia hadn’t ended too well, all things considered, at least in some versions. She had been set in the stars, sure, so she was nearly immortal, but she was also chained to her chair, so she spent half the time upside-down and wasn’t really able to do anything about it when Cepheus started talking to….

She pulled on her hair hard, then wondered briefly if they’d had pretty Spanish girls in ancient Greece or wherever that had been. And if Morgana had ever practiced the Dark Arts on one.

It was one thing, after all, for a husband to have or pay attention to another woman. That was to be expected, and anyway, it kept the husband from being around so much that he got annoying. If she were to marry Cepheus, he could flirt with all the pretty Spanish girls he wanted. When he was just the boy she liked, though, that was when it became a problem. She headed for the food table they were chatting by, determined to see what was going on, even though a tiny voice in the back of her mind was assuring her that it was a horrible idea.

“Cepheus,” she said brightly, as though surprised and delighted to find him there when she arrived. As though she hadn’t known he was there at all when she headed in this direction. She didn’t acknowledge his companion, as though she hadn’t seen them talking and just thought they happened to be at the same cookie stand. “What a wonderful surprise. How are you this evening?”

She hoped that she was convincing, anyway, as she reached for a cookie and tried for her best, most demure ladylike smile. Why did boys who weren’t family have to be such a more complicated problem to deal with than the ones who were? She had always thought that having so many brothers and cousins was going to turn out to be good for something someday.
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