Gala Raffle

[kiska166]

After considerable amount of planning and effort, the charity event for St. Mungo’s has begun. It was nice to see all of the department’s hard work go up, and so far, there hadn’t been any sign of trouble. The night, however, was still young. In fact, the majority of their guests hadn’t arrived yet. Amanda greeted those who have already shown with a simple “Good evening,” or a “How do you do?” – after all, this was her department’s event – as she walked past them before arriving at the Gala Raffle. Any of the three prizes would be fantastic to win, so the blonde pulled out two galleons and bought herself a ticket. Just imagining winning those four tickets to the World Cup games, how ace would that be?!

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[murruelecreuset]

Johnathan Clarisse
Goblin Liaison Office Employee
Former Ravenclaw

Mary Jane Clarisse
Healer for Potions and Plant Poisoning
Former Ravenclaw

Location: St. Mungo's Charity Gala

Mary Jane had told John about the charity gala. He didn't even have to think about going. Walking in with his wife John was glad to be there helping out though needed it. Knowing there was a raffle that involved Quidditch the two couldn't think of a better thing to win for the family. Their son David would be overly happy as would John.

"Two tickets please." John said looking to Mary Jane. She gave a light nod as he gave them the money for it. This would make a great surprise for their son and if they didn't win he wouldn't know. A win win in both their minds. Either way they were here to give to the charity and to enjoy themselves.

Stats'

Johnathan: Happy
Mary Jane: Happy

Who we're with: Each other
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[murruelecreuset]

George Edwyn Mitchell
Muggle Liaison Office Employee
Former Gryffindor

Location: St. Mungo's Charity Gala

George had been told about the charity for St. Mungo's by his sister in-law Mary Jane. After giving it some thought he being a pushed by Grace to go he did. He wasn't going to as any type of outing seemed to be a thing he didn't normally do. However it was a charity so why not do the right thing. Granted George didn't like leaving his girls despite doing it more often then not.

Hearing about the raffle George decided why not try. Sure he didn't have a whole lot but it went to a good cause. Besides why wouldn't he want tickets to a game, or any of the prizes to be honest. Leonette would be happy and he was sure even Mira would be too despite never showing it. George constantly reminded himself he needed to help her with that before she went to Hogwarts.

Walking up to the table George smiled when he saw his brother and sister in-law. "Fancy seeing you too here." he said before turning to the person handing out the ticket. "I'll take a ticket please." he said giving the money in exchange for the ticket. Hopefully he'd have a bit of luck in this. "You came." Mary Jane said. "Yeah I did, Grace talked me into it." he told her as she gave him a hug. "Great to see you George." Johnathan replied. "Same to you." It wasn't everyday they got to see each other especially without the kids being involved.

Status: Interested
With: My brother and sister in-law

Wearing: Formal Wear

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[MJ Spooks]

𝕎𝔼𝕊𝕃𝔼𝕐 𝔼𝔻𝔾𝔼𝕎𝕆ℝ𝕋ℍ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕀𝕆𝔹ℍ𝔸ℕ 𝕃𝕆𝕎𝔼ℝ𝕐xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
CURRENTLY // seeing Siobhan Loweryspace
CURRENTLY // Looking Debonair at the Charity Ballspace
CURRENTLY WITH // Siobhanspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Happyspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Might as well take care of this first...' spacespac
CURRENTLY // seeing Wesley Edgeworthspace
CURRENTLY // Looking Alluring at the Charity Ballspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Wesleyspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Happyspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, he looks so handsome tonight...' spacespac
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spaceAs soon as Wesley arrived at the ball, Siobhan on his arm, he headed straight for the table selling the raffle tickets. He didn't particularly care to win any of the prizes, really, but the proceeds were going to the hospital, which he was more than happy to donate to. Besides, one of Siobhan's children would probably be rather excited to receive any of them as a gift. He knew her eldest was on his house team, after all, and given what Aedan did for a living, it was likely that the family was fond of the sport. He didn't care for it much, but he supposed he could see the appeal... if he really tried. The only problem he could see was if he somehow managed to win the first prize and there were only four tickets... the Lowery family was a fair bit larger than that, after all. But, he could always buy more. Whether or not Siobhan would let him, though, was an entirely different story. She wasn't always inclined to accept gifts... although she was never as difficult as Marina could be with Damien, he thought with a wry grin.

spaceSiobhan smiled lightly as Wesley led the way, unsurprised that he'd elected to start the evening here. He would want to get the business of the evening out of the way first, after all. She reached into her small clutch, a Christmas gift from him that went beautifully with her gown, and removed four galleons, placing them on the table. "Two tickets, please," she said with a smile. She would rather like to win one of the prizes. Jarlath would be beside himself... the Firebolt was the least appealing of the options, given that Aedan made his own brooms, but still, it would be a nice gift, even if the child never used it. She saw Wesley's grin from the corner of her eye, and he removed a small pouch from his pocket, expression thoughtful. After a pause, he placed ten galleons on the table. "Five, please," he murmured, and she rolled her eyes. He'd likely intended to purchase more and was refraining to avoid looking like he was showing off... which was oddly amusing, given that men generally seemed ever inclined to do just that, particularly in front of women. But, then, given Wesley's past, she supposed she could see where looking modest and unassuming would appeal to him. It would hardly attract the attention of a harpy like his dead wife. Not that he needed to attract any attention at all... he already had her on his arm, after all.


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[MJ Spooks]

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕋𝕋𝔼 𝔽𝔸𝕄𝕀𝕃𝕐xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕪 // ℙ𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕣
CURRENTLY // Looking Handsome in Locationspace
CURRENTLY // loving my wife, Piper.spaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Piperspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Calmspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Let's hope this event brings in a good bit of money...' spacespac
CURRENTLY // Looking Dazzling at the Charity Ballspace
CURRENTLY // loving my husband, Thackery.spaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Thackeryspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Amusedspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'It's always so fun to see him get all serious like this...' spacespac
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spacePiper Lovette tried to keep her amusement from showing as Thackery led her into the building and straight to the table selling tickets for the raffle. He had his serious face on... she didn't get to see it very often. He mostly reserved that expression for work, after all. No need to be serious at home. There, he could relax, be silly and funny and casual. She didn't know how to tell him that she thought his serious face was absolutely adorable. It'd probably annoy him somehow. Still, she let him lead her to the table, where he produce eight golden galleons. "Four tickets, please," he said, and Piper had to bump her hip against his. "Thackery, love, lighten up, you're going to intimidate the poor man," she said, winking lightly at the man running the table. Thackery scowled lightly, and she rolled her eyes. "Darling, come on, I think you need to eat a bit. You're being grumpy," she teased, and after they'd received their tickets, she led him to the Dining Area, playfully bickering back and forth about his mood.


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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRobert Carlson Avery I
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxPureblood Former Slytherin
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHead of the Avery Clan

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJane Cathaline Avery
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxPureblood Former Slytherin
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSocialite
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDressed in Royal Blue

Cara Jane League
Head of the Obliviator Office
Pureblood Former Slytherin
Wife of Dr. Sinclair League and mother of two
Dressed in Green

THE HEAD OF THE AVERY CLAN
Cara had to admit she was slightly jealous her husband had managed to escape her parents, who she had been left with her parents, though she mostly tuned them out, especially her mother as she apparently hadn't gotten over the previous Christmas where her family hadn't returned to the main home, and of course there was the issue of where her husband and her had neglected to mention the existence of their second child and perpetuated the lie for eleven years. Of course was it really a lie if they never said anything in the first place? Besides if Cathy had been a squib like they had thought, wouldn't it be less shameful for the family if she wasn't mentioned? She barely noticed that they had arrived at the raffle table where her father was buying tickets.

"I'd like to purchase ten tickets for the raffle," Robert Avery the First was saying.

Cara raised a brow, not particularly phased by the 20 Gallons her father casually paid. She was half surprised he hadn't purchased more, then again, it wasn't like he couldn't purchase any of the prizes if the fancy hit him. He probably would just donate to the cause sometime later for showing good effort. She half wondered if it dawned on him that Acacia's husband was now working at St. Mungo's.

"What is he going to do with any of that if he actually wins, anyways?" Cara muttered to her mother. "And where is Robert? He's at the main manor now..."

"Previously preoccupied," Jane answered her youngest daughter, "Speaking of preoccupied where did that no-good husband of yours disappear to you."

"Haven't the foggiest," She answered with a practiced smile. "He won't be far."

"Of course," Jane sneered before she took the arm of her husband and said, "Are you done, darling?"

"Yes," Robert Avery the first said taking his ten tickets with a grim smile. "We can go to the dining area. I'm sure my favorite son in law will show back up soon enough."  

[Essy ze Ninja]

𝕸ιкнαιℓ 𝕶αмєиєv
я никому не уступлю

”Two tickets,” his voice held the distinct hint of an accent, though it was so bare and fleeting, it was hardly noticed in his English anymore. He quickly gestured a toss of four golden galleons, they callously rolled along the table and one nearly fell. Mikhail, however, either hadn't noticed or hadn't cared. Imperiously, he awaited those twin tickets. Even a small chance to win seats to the quidditch cup was too much for him to pass up, it was the only reason he decided to attend, after all. (Well, maybe not entirely.) His cousin, Nadya, was a healer for St. Mungos, and of course, had spurned him to make an appearance. Of course she isn't here yet, he sighed and milled around aimlessly.

Nadya should have been here, not him. Or Alek, or anyone but him. He stifled another long and irritable sigh as he meandered along and out of the way of those in pursuit of acclaiming their own tickets. Still, he couldn't deny the opportunity to further prove himself to his family and their ambitions. If he had a chance to take tonight, he'd do so gladly... But until then, he needed to make the most out of this. ”Hoping for a chance at the world cup?” He smiled handsomely. Her hair was neat, blonde and long; he couldn't help but notice this 'don't ******** with me attitude,' and it only intrigued him more. He noticed her as one of the first to purchase a ticket, and the excitement that came soon there after. ”Me too.” He flashed his own tickets that were scrunched up in his hand and then gave another small smile. "Which team do you root for?"

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[Maiya Kajuji]

Song | Outfit

Jane walked up toward the raffle with a smile gently on her face. She had left Darcy in the Ballroom for a moment to come over. So far the night was more enjoyable and she was about to make it better for herself. She didn't pay much attention to the people around her but simply walked up and said, "I'll take twenty-five please." Being rich really did have it's benefits. She honestly didn't care too much about the prizes she might win but more about helping...well maybe she cared a bit about the prizes anyway.

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[mc2]

Professor Christina Anna Dechering "Chrissy"
24, American, Healing Professor at Hogwarts
Metamorphagus
Salem Graduate: Former Chameleon Dorm Member
Wearing: Yellow with Brunette Hair

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Christina Dechering joined the group around the table for purchasing tickets to the raffle. She held a content smile and wondered as she spotted some of the older couples or individuals if any of them had children in any of her classes. She tried to catch any of the names she heard but didn't, and couldn't note any obvious family resemblances. Chrissy half wished she had forced her sister to come with her to the table. Her sister had way better hearing than her-well most individuals to tell the truth-one of those perks of being a werewolf, Chrissy supposed. Of course sharper night vision and better hearing hardly seemed like a good trade off for the headaches of actually being a werewolf, not that Sophie actually chose the path for herself, much as their father hadn't.

Holding her smile she thought of the chance to win the grand prize whistfully and when she reached the table and was asked how many tickets she said her American accent and slight southern drawl contrasting against the British accents around her, now glad she had left her sister in the dining area, "I'll take three tickets, please." Chrissy was confident that her sister would start some ridiculous lecture about wasting money and that she was essentially gambling and was more than likely going to lose. She flashed a smile as she took the tickets, crossing her fingers behind her back for luck.