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monday meadow weekly
ILVERMORNY ALUM WITCH TV PRODUCTION CREW PART GOBLIN
134 posts
played by Audrey
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Apr 6, 2020 19:40:37 GMT -7
Post by monday meadow weekly on Apr 6, 2020 19:40:37 GMT -7
June 27, 2025 Monday didn't feel the inevitable, sickening crack! of her fist against… anything. Her fist didn't make contact with Jimmie Blishwick's face—or with anything else—before it was stopped mid-swing, left hovering in the air for a moment before being brought down.
She could feel that she was being grabbed, physically pulled away from the stupid decision that she had made. It wasn't forceful, but she fought against it, on instinct. Her fist wound up making contact with something that felt an awful lot like a face, and she flailed her feet a little as she was lifted up off of the floor and brought back to where she had been standing.
Monday took another moment to realize that her being grabbed from behind had been Tuesday's doing, though she wasn't surprised; he was the tallest and strongest of them, and it wasn't unlike him to guide and redirect her from the confrontation.
Her hand smarted, though she didn't immediately realize that she had managed to hit Jimmie in spite of Tuesday's efforts. Breaking her hand would have been worth it, she thought bitterly.
"Let's go get a drink, MnM," Tuesday suggested, at which Monday nodded her head. She probably did need to take some time to cool off—not to mention to keep her distance from Jimmie for the rest of the night.
"Y-Yeah, sure, um…" Monday agreed with him, trying to get herself to relax again in spite of the blood on Jimmie's face. She could feel her heart still beating furiously in her chest.
@friday @tuesday @thursday Jameson Hera Blishwick @saturday
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Apr 8, 2020 10:47:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2020 10:47:07 GMT -7
if there was a kind of food that sunday didn't really like, it was vegan food. he tolerated it to a point, for his mother's sake because when she stared at him with that hopeful look on her face that she'd found the next amazing tasting thing he couldn't disappoint her. so when the idea of going out for pizza had been brought up, he hadn't been thrilled but he'd gone along so he could hang out with his family. he'd been stuck in the penthouse for what felt like too long and he'd wanted to see walls that didn't belong to them. when they got back the music has been loud enough to feel the vibrations through the elevator and he'd guesses what they would be walking into.
he wasn't normally a bit party fan but he didn't hate them either. so long as no one asked him to pin a tail on a donkey and there was decent food he was happy. he ducked into his room to change his shirt, he'd been in it a little longer than most people considered hygienic so he figured it was time. he walked back into the party as stuff was about to go down it seemed like. monday looked ropable and tuesday, as usual, was by her side and trying to pull her away from it. sunday winced a little as monday's fist connected with the other girls and he couldn't help but feeling a little proud of his older sister. "that looked like a great hit mon. stunning right hook." he said as he came to join their little group. he was the youngest by far but that didn't mean he couldn't hang around and bug them for a few minutes before seeing if friday had invited anyone from his year to the party. he looked to the girl that had almost been the object of monday's annoyance. "did you ask to see her party trick? or just piss her off."
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online May 2, 2024 7:51:33 GMT -7
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Apr 8, 2020 14:31:24 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Apr 8, 2020 14:31:24 GMT -7
JIMMIE HAD NEVER BEEN IN A FIGHT BEFORE, Blishwick's dealt with their issues in other, less physical ways. Like, being passive aggressive, or writing a very strongly worded letter. Sometimes, a therapist was enlisted at a last resort. So, when she confronted the Weekly girl, never in her wildest dreams did she expect for her to lunge at her. When the fist came flying at her nose, Jimmie didn't duck, she was standing her ground after all.
The first punch didn't land, Jimmie's eyes scrunching to brace for impact, opening just in time to see a beefy hand stop it mid-fly. Jimmie's heart thudded with relief, a sweat breaking out at the back of her neck. He loomed behind Monday like a great shadow, and Jimmie had to believe he had some kind of giant in him, but what mattered most was that he'd saved her face, carefully guiding her away with an impeccable composure. Jimmie couldn't believe they were related. B
However, as Monday's sneering face was pulled away and Jimmie started to feel a frizzle of comfort, a blurring arm snapped out at the last second and a punch finally connected with her cheek and nose, pressing the flesh there so hard that her lip split and her nose burst. For a short Monday, she sure had a helluva right hook. Jimmie's head snapped back, silvery blonde hair flying as she stumbled backwards in to a buffet table of sweets and a punch bowl. "F*ck!" She exclaimed, her hand coming up to cradle her face as her mouth filled with blood and dribbled down her very cute pinstriped shirt.
"What is wrong with you?!" Jimmie asked as her eyes watered, pressing a hand against her face so that the words were muffled. How on earth was she going to explain this to her father? "Nobody teach you to yours your words, bloody hell." Jimmie was embarrassed, and the blood wasn't stopping, but she made no move to fight back. That was a fight she knew she would lose, even when she wasn't caught off guard. Her face ached, but she didn't leave, couldn't without getting a look at her face.
Stumbling in the opposite direction to her aggressor, Jimmie was vaguely aware of the odd flying comment of another boy, but she only deigned to answer with her most withering look - which wasn't very impression given her current state. And found a hallway to haunt, where she promptly began trying doors. A closet, a bedroom or two. She was looking for a bathroom, anything that had a mirror and a tap. And then she would leave. She was obviously unwanted. Plus, Jimmie had had just about enough of the Weekly's, she thought. That didn't mean that there wasn't a story brewing in her, the spiteful kind.
monday meadow weekly , @tuesday , @thursday , @friday somebody help this girl find a bathroom, goddamn.
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Apr 8, 2020 15:26:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2020 15:26:32 GMT -7
where's the fun in doing what you're told? SINCE LAUREL’S DEATH, PARTIES HAD easily gone from Sari’s favourite thing in the world to nothing but a curse. Everything that the extrovert loved and craved for had been twisted, becoming her worst nightmare. Even a conversation with her family was another thing she hated, considering everyone just spoke about Laurel. Despite how big the Fawley family is, Laurel is—well was— Sari’s and always will be her favourite. Laurel understood most things that Sari couldn’t even put into words.
And here the Fawley was, standing in a middle of a party, watching her friend Jimmie — who she had kissed many times simply for fun, and was kind of bribed into going to the party with — getting punched by someone she didn’t know very well. Eyes wide as the brunette watched the girl’s fist connect with her friends cheek and the grimace the Fawley pulled after was just as nasty. Blood came then, and as the slight crowd amongst the two girls started separating and Jimmie was pushing through.
”Jimmie—“ Sari began, hoping her friend could hear her, but eventually Sari ran off after her. She hadn’t been in the place for more than ten minutes and already she was playing first aider. Following after her friend, she found Jimmie trying at the handles of different doors, seeking a bathroom from assumption anyway. ”Jimmie?…”
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Apr 10, 2020 15:47:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2020 15:47:43 GMT -7
Quiet Matt The Partygoers words: #### | Matt rarely went to parties, but at the same time he knew he couldn't exactly stay anti-social. Besides, he'd been to a party or two his seventh year, and he was glad to have a chance to celebrate having graduated from Hogwarts. There was a lot to consider with everything ahead of him in terms of his internship and from there his career, but he wanted to take time to relax and unwind. Of course he didn't quite remember meeting the person he'd gotten the invite from, but they were a Gryffindor. That much he had been able to remember. Shaking his head, he looked around the party, dressed in a grey t-shirt, blue jeans, black and gray sneakers, and a red zip up hoodie worn open and with the sleeves rolled up, surveying the crowd. It was relatively small thus far, but parties usually started small and went big.
Matt stuck near the outskirts of the party at first, looking around to really get an idea of who was there and what everyone was doing. They all mostly seemed to be interacting with each other, but for the most part he had never really talked much with most of them. As such he opted to stay back until someone he'd talked to more arrived or until someone approached him. It was a boring way to start a party for him, but he preferred that to something that could be embarrassing.
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online May 2, 2024 7:51:33 GMT -7
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Apr 13, 2020 6:44:06 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Apr 13, 2020 6:44:06 GMT -7
WITH HER SOLE FOCUS ON FINDING A SINK before the blood ruined her good shirt, Jimmie didn't hear her name being called. Too much blood rushing and adrenaline spiking. She tangled with more than a few locked handles before she finally managed to find one that was unlocked. Pulling it down blindly, her hip pushing it open when she peered out of one blurred eye and saw a familiar head wading through the crowd towards her.
"S-" She said with a stuffy nose, choking slightly as blood had dribbled down the back of her throat. She sniffed and flinched. "H- you came." She said in a slurry, the light in the bathroom coming on automatically as Jimmie stumbled inside. The momentum from her hip teetering her forward. She grabbed the frame with one hand, other still cupped around her face, where it was dripping over the side. She grinned with bloody teeth, backing up until her legs hit the toilet and she fell on to the open seat, falling in so that she was hunched awkwardly. "Can... you... believe this?" She gasped, jerking forward to sit on the edge of the pan. She blinked bloodshot eyes at her old friend.
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kaylee māhealani mahi'ai
ILVERMORNY ALUM MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
235 posts
played by Audrey
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last online Apr 25, 2024 6:50:18 GMT -7
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Apr 13, 2020 17:08:45 GMT -7
Post by kaylee māhealani mahi'ai on Apr 13, 2020 17:08:45 GMT -7
Kaylee felt very glad that Honeydukes wasn't open extraordinarily late, because she really, really needed the break that the Weeklys' house party would provide her. She had come straight from her shift at work and changed into jeans and a T-shirt in the bathroom before leaving Hogsmeade for London, and she was surprised to find that she was actually one of the first people to show up. It was a lot easier to show up to a party when it was already underway, she thought, but she didn't really have much of a choice.
Having narrowly missed being witness to Monday's punching Jimmie, she entered the penthouse and was reminded of just how filthy rich the Weekly family was compared to her own. If the British kids thought that the rest of the American transfer students lived like that, Kaylee thought as she took in the place, it was no wonder that they didn't always see eye to eye.
Quickly, however, she noticed that there was someone besides the Weeklys around whom she was comfortable: Matt Johanson. They weren't officially anything, but they had, well, sort of had a bet about going on a date after the Flower Festival.
"Hey," Kaylee smiled, realizing that she hadn't seen Matt since at least the former seventh-years' graduation from Hogwarts. "How are you?" she checked, trying to stay as upbeat in her manner as she could. Since the time in between when they had seen one another last had been occupied by the deadly fireworks explosion at the Quidditch match, though, she did want to make sure that he was okay.
@johanson
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Apr 13, 2020 17:48:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2020 17:48:50 GMT -7
notes here. words: #### | "Kaylee, hey," Matt said in response upon hearing her speak. He was glad to see her as one it was someone he knew and liked being around, and two they did still have a date to set up since their bet at the Flower Festival. He was a bit surprised he hadn't quite seen her since graduation, but that said it was better than watching fights go down, especially the one that sent one girl headed off to the bathrooms to clean up, followed not far by Sari Fawley. It was something his recent training had said was something he should step in between, but he couldn't really bring himself to do so when he had so little training thus far. As such he had played it safe and was now talking to Kaylee, so that helped.
"I'm alright. My dad's in St. Mungoes and likely to retire after he recovers, but it could be a lot worse," he said with a smile before asking "what about you?" He was glad to see she hadn't been in the midst of the incident, but he also knew he couldn't really tell her the truth about what happened. It was too scary to consider, in the first place, and a new minister was going to be needed before too long. That said, there was a collective outrage that such an incident had happened under the noses of the Aurors and Hit Wizards. Coupled with the injuries sustained and deaths that occurred, it was an incident that drew more attention and anger than any group since the Death Eaters had gained. multiply life by the power of two |
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samira ali warsame
HOGWARTS ALUM THE LEAKY CAULDRON FRONT DESK
132 posts
played by Audrey
So tell me why my gods look like you.
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Apr 15, 2020 21:55:02 GMT -7
Post by samira ali warsame on Apr 15, 2020 21:55:02 GMT -7
June 27, 2025 Even though she might have been graduated from Hogwarts for a few weeks, that wasn't going to stop Samira from acting upon an invitation to a party. If she had been invited, she doubted that she was the only one from her year who had, and the fact that Shreya Macmillan had also received an invitation confirmed it. As with nearly every other party she had attended, it was bound to be interesting; even more so when Sami realized that it was the Weekly family that was hosting it and that the address of the party's venue was a penthouse. That was a step up from the Room of Requirement.
Dressed casually in a mini dress, Samira took Muggle transportation from her home in Tower Hamlets to nearer to the penthouse, at which point she walked the rest of the way there. She arrived to find that she was among the first people there—and that it seemed that she was one of the only people from her year there at that point. Hopefully, she thought, Shreya was still planning on coming and hadn't been called into work at St. Mungo's again or something; she had to see the penthouse.
@shreya And whoever else!
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Apr 25, 2020 2:54:53 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2020 2:54:53 GMT -7
Sami had invited Shreya to a wild party at the Weekly estate. Shreya was half intrigued to see what was happening but the other half found that it was mostly probably just going to be entertainment. If anythign really bad happened she could put her healing skills to the test and she had a habit of doing back in her school days. Not to mention it'd be good to see Sami again. It had been too long since the two girls had time for mischief. So Shreya had dressed drop dead gorgeous in a close fitted short little red dress that showed her body off perfectly and a deep red lipstick that made her look every bit as deadly attractive that she wanted to be. It was definitively a good look on her, more so when she had no intention of picking anybody up. This party wasn't going to have anybody of interest to her, that much was certain. From what she heard it was mostly recent graduates and school kids. She wanted something a bit more mature. So when she arrived she stared impressed at the building before locating Sami. she walked up to her friend, instantly wrapping an arm around her. "Sami!" She said, her high heels clicking on the pavement. "It's been like forever!" She said enthusiastically as she grabbed the others girls hand and started dragging her towards the building. "Come one, we have got to see more of this party. Maybe pick you up a nice person." She said, waggling her eyebrows at her friend suggestively. samira ali warsame
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samira ali warsame
HOGWARTS ALUM THE LEAKY CAULDRON FRONT DESK
132 posts
played by Audrey
So tell me why my gods look like you.
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last online Apr 25, 2024 6:50:22 GMT -7
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May 15, 2020 0:48:42 GMT -7
Post by samira ali warsame on May 15, 2020 0:48:42 GMT -7
June 27, 2025 If not for the sound of Shreya's high-heeled shoes against the pavement outside of the building in which the Weeklys had what was apparently the penthouse, Sami would have been more shocked to feel her friend's arm wrap around her. It felt like it had been ages since she had seen Shreya, and Shreya similarly described it as having been "forever". In reality, it had been only a few weeks, but it might as well have been an eternity when she was so used to seeing Shreya daily at Hogwarts. "I knooooooow!"
Sami squealed a little as Shreya pulled her towards the building itself, but off she went without a complaint. "Come on," Shreya urged her, "we have got to see more of this party. Maybe pick you up a nice person."
"Maybe," Sami giggled—not that she would have minded if she ended up getting with someone before the night was over. That was what parties were for, at least partially. "You look dressed to kill," she observed. Even if guys their own age weren't typically Shreya's type, she definitely had put the effort in.
@shreya And whoever else!
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kaylee māhealani mahi'ai
ILVERMORNY ALUM MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
235 posts
played by Audrey
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last online Apr 25, 2024 6:50:18 GMT -7
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May 15, 2020 0:51:57 GMT -7
Post by kaylee māhealani mahi'ai on May 15, 2020 0:51:57 GMT -7
June 27, 2025 "Kaylee, hey," Matt said in greeting. He told her that he was alright, though his being alright seemed to extend only so far as Matt himself. His father was in St. Mungo's, he added; though Matt didn't elaborate upon what had happened to him, Kaylee guessed that it very well could have had something to do with what had happened at the Quidditch match—especially after Matt's comment about how it was likely that his father would have to retire once he recovered.
"What about you?"
"I'm okay. I'm really sorry about your dad, though, Matt," Kaylee frowned, though she knew that words of apology really weren't going to do much. Her father had been forced into retirement by an explosion, too, though he had since learned to adapt to prosthetic legs and had been hired on again as one of the MACUSA investigators into the Azkaban situation. She didn't want to focus on it too much, lest she upset Matt or drag the mood of the party down when it had barely gotten started, but she did want to let him know that she was there for him if he needed someone who at least sort of understood what he was going through. "I wasn't even born yet when my dad lost his legs," she added, "but if you wanna talk about it… or, like, forget about it for the night…"
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May 17, 2020 0:42:53 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 17, 2020 0:42:53 GMT -7
June 27, 2025 Everything had been a mess since what had happened at the Quidditch finals, and being a Magical Interpol trainee meant that life for Zeke was pretty hectic already. As much as he wanted to take the opportunity to go back to Atlanta to visit his family while he could, he had no shortage of work to do. Even if just for a night, the thought of going to a party was a welcome break from the stress. He might not have been as affected by what had happened as some people he knew, but it was a sobering reminder that he needed to spend time with people while he could.
Trying to shake off some of the discomfort that he felt, Zeke arrived to the Weekly kids' penthouse. He knew that they were mega-famous in the magical world, having attended Ilvermorny with them prior to the Hogwarts transfer, but it was still a little weird for him to see how wealthy wizards spent their money. They were the sort of people who probably would have been driving Bentleys or something in the No-Maj world, he considered, looking around to see who he knew there.
OOC: Whoever!
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May 20, 2020 22:07:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 20, 2020 22:07:29 GMT -7
Tuesday had gently pulled Monday away when he heard Jimmies words. He hoped someone else would help the girl, preferably one of his siblings since they were the hosts... but he didn't see that happening. Once Monday had calmed enough for him to loosen his grip on her, he moved to hold onto her hand instead. He didn't really care if people saw. She was his 'sister' and she was clearly upset anyway. He led her toward the drinks, "hey, what do you want? Let's grab something quick and go get some fresh air," he suggested, tugging her hand to pull her closer to him if she would allow it. monday meadow weekly (i'm so bad at group threads sorry boo!! Here I am!!)
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monday meadow weekly
ILVERMORNY ALUM WITCH TV PRODUCTION CREW PART GOBLIN
134 posts
played by Audrey
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May 20, 2020 22:34:27 GMT -7
Post by monday meadow weekly on May 20, 2020 22:34:27 GMT -7
June 27, 2025 Tuesday gradually let go of his hold on her, moving so that they were only casually holding hands instead. It was probably a good thing, too, considering that more people were beginning to show up to the party. Monday didn't want to leave a bad taste in their mouths—had her punch hit a bit lower, she would have left blood in Jimmie's.
He led her over towards the drinks and asked her what she wanted. "Let's grab something quick and go get some fresh air," he said… also probably not the worst idea. Tuesday pulled her in closer to him, which Monday welcomed. She squeezed his hand gently, grateful for the distraction.
"Do you think pumpkin juice would work as a mixer?" she asked, trying to figure out what she wanted. Honestly, she wouldn't have minded drinking some sort of alcohol straight. "I mean, we have rum…" she pointed out, giving a little shrug. It wouldn't matter much what it was that she was drinking once she was a few drinks in. "Why don't you play bartender?"
@tuesday And whoever else!
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