#lady georgia coventry

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WWTG22, Sleigh, Skate, Go!! - The Winter Hostess

When Nadia woke up, she found her dear Jesse sleeping cutely on the small armchair, probably provided by Primrose so they wouldn’t sleep in the same bed, thus causing an scandal. She smiled and stroke his blonde hair, a complete mess and not combed. He hummed and murmured her name, and my, what a delicious sound was! 

“Jesse,” she whispered “wake up.” 

Then, she groaned when the wave of pain in her head came again and just then, her Jesse bolted uptight, clearing his throat and looking everywhere, looking for her until his blue eyes met her brown ones. He gasped and quickly wringed out the piece of cloth with mild temperature water and gently pressed it on her forehead. Nadia couldn’t help but giggle at such a cute gesture. He checked the warmth of her cheeks and massaged with the back of his hands her throat and checked her pulse “Your temperature’s quite high. Is your throat sore? I told you to be careful with the champagne...” He made a face and Nadia kissed his hand. 

“You know me well enough. I don’t tend to obey men.” 

Jesse shook his head, a small smile on his face “Those weren’t orders, my dear. They were suggestions. Look at yourself now. It wouldn’t hurt to heed advice every often.”

Nadia chuckled, then pouted “Would you come cuddle me?” 

“Only if you eat all the soup and take your medicine.” He smiled teasingly. 

Nadia chuckled “I don’t have any option, do I?” 

He laughed and so did she, ordering the servant to bring it to her. 

Primrose surveilled the activities with a close eye, hands behind her back and with an impassive expression... even though she couldn’t stop thinking about Lord Stolberg-Burke and his strong, warm hands on her, or his icy blue eyes, or-- she shook her head and respectfully curtsied to her aunt when she came, and everyone who wasn’t ice-skating followed suit. If they had announced her entrance, she did not know. A few grays had taken over her blonde hair, but she was still the beauty she always saw in the portraits. “Auntie, you look beautiful today. I hope the ball was as mother would’ve liked?” 

Alina nodded, pride on her expression “You did well, my dear. Your mother’s looking down on you, proud of your achievements. If you continue like this, you will be the best viscountess Winbourne ever had.” 

She sighed “I hope so. I--I don’t want to overshadow mother, but... I have this need to be great. Remembered. That her death was not in vain.” 

Alina placed a hand on her cheek and smiled “My dear, you are doing more than enough for her death not to be in vain. I can’t remember someone who faced a royal duke so bravely and won before you, and trust me, there have been chances.” 

They both chuckled, and Alina analysed her niece’s expression and smirked. She could fool anybody, but not her “Tell me, my dear, who is that man who has you so silent?” 

“I-- That is to say...” she sighed “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” 

“Experience, my dear. I have been young and in love as well.” 

Primrose bit her lip and discreetly signalled to Lord Stolberg-Burke, who elegantly skated through the lake while chatting with Elian Goldcrest, who longingly looked at Henry talk with Georgia’s cousin, the Lady Hastings. She could see a little hint of jealousy in Elian’s eyes, and Malcolm did his best to interest him in another subject. 

“The Earl of Harrendale, hm? He’s handsome, a gentleman to the bone and from the peerage. Your mother would approve, and it’s certainly an improvement since--” 

“Auntie Alina.” Primrose said firmly without raising her voice “I know that he is not to your liking, but we discussed this before. Mr. Devlin won’t be slandered any further in my household.” 

Alina nodded, for one moment seeing her dear friend Victoria, whom she resembled greatly “Of course, dear. Do forgive me. With the age, your tongue becomes looser.” A minute of silence passed until she smiled “I can command Ms. Barry to sit him next to you tomorrow. That way, he’ll have to talk to you.” 

They both giggled before she directed a charming smile towards Malcolm, who flushed bright pink and nodded at her, and Primrose did her best not to giggle like a schoolgirl. Those days would soon be behind her. It was time to mature... and prove that she was a woman of age by wooing Lord Stolberg-Burke to be her husband. 

She was determined. He was the best candidate of all, and she was ready to face anything for his hand. And deep down, something told her that he felt the same feeling as her. 

“Min, I’m not here to argue.” 

He sighed. He needed to let her know, at least, that on his part, it made no sense to continue this rivarly that started on a mistake “In fact, I daresay that I am done arguing with you. I... need to get it off my chest.” 

Minerva frowned “You have been odd since yesterday.” 

He took a deep breath “Minerva, I...” I can’t stop thinking about you. You fuddle me like no other, yet I cannot have enough. I wish to stop pretending I don’t want you close to me or talking to me. I am done being your rival. I want to be yours, and nothing else than yours. Please let us bury the hatchet before I turn mad “I will not continue with this rivalry any longer. It makes no sense to me, and... it’s been a long time since I’ve been irritated by you. You do what you will, but I am done fighting.” He nodded goodbye and left, leaving a shocked Minerva. 

All she had known of Adonis was the version she antagonized, and she asked herself what it’d be of them now. What was she even thinking? Adonis was an idiot, and she didn’t need him. She had plenty of rivals to replace himm right? 

Right? 

Henry and Malcolm belongs to @gaygryffindorgal​ 

Elian Goldcrest belongs to @potionboy3​ 

Nadia Erbland belongs to @gcldensnitch​ 

Minerva Kennedy belongs to @unfortunate-arrow​ 

Cora Hastings and Georgia Coventry belongs to @camillejeaneshphm​ 

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‼️new hphl ship‼️

𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓼 & 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓖𝓮𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓪 𝓒𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂

the lovely Georgia belongs to @camillejeaneshphm 💛

are they slowly becoming one of my favorite ships?

the short answer is yes🥺

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hphl edit: henry and cora, the future duke and duchess of alderly

featuring;

lady cora hastings and lady georgia coventry by @camillejeaneshphm​

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Final page of news.

Page 4     SOUNDS     April 10, 1976

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TOUR DATES

NILS LOFGREN A further date has been added to the Nils Lofgren tour: Edinburgh Usher Hall May 13.

DARRYL HALL/JOHN OATES Darryl Hall and John Oates, the blue-eyed soulsters who made their British debut at the New Victoria last autumn, will play nine dates next month.

The full list is: OGWT Special May 18, Bristol Colston Hall 19, Manchester Free Trade Hall 21, Oxford Polytechnic 22, Croydon Fairfield Hall 23, Birmingham Town Hall 24, Brighton Dome 25, London New Victoria 26, Leeds Town Hall 28.

MANHATTAN TRANSFER Manhattan Transfer have added a third night to their stay at the London Palladium so the dates are now April 26-28. Their second Atlantic album, produced by Richard Perry, is set for mid-May release.

HEAVY METAL KIDS Heavy Metal Kids have already started on a short series of gigs which they describe as “a tour of our favourite clubs” before picking up work on their first album with Mickie Most.

The upcoming dates are: Birmingham Barbarellas April 13, Cromer Pavilion 15, Maidenhead Skindles 17, Croydon Greyhound 18.

Their first RAK single, produced by Most, titled ‘She’s No Angel’ b/w ‘You Got What It Takes’ will be released on April 21. They are about to finish mixing the album which has been recorded on the RAK mobile in France and at Morgan Studios in London.

JACK THE LAD Jack The Lad are back at work after their bad road accident in Norway and are recording and preparing to go out on tour again. They plan a single and album with producer Tom Allom who has worked with The Strawbs and Hundson-Ford.

Gigs so far confirmed are: Cambridge Lady Mitchell Hall April 26, Southampton University 30, Bristol Polytechnic May 1, St Ives 2, Colchester North-East Essex Tech 5, Liverpool Polytechnic 7, Leicester University 8, Carlisle Market Hall 12, Lincoln Drill Hall 13, Reading Coatham Bowl 15, London Marquee 20, Ilford Town Hall 21, Sheffield University 22, Alsager College 28, Oxford Polytechnic 29, Aberdeen Music Hall June 3, Edinburgh Herriot Watt University 5.

WIDOWMAKER Widowmaker, the new Ariel Bender/Steve Ellis band, are to support Nazareth on their short UK tour of six dates from April 20-25.

AL GREEN Plans for Al Green’s British tour have been deferred and the previously rumoured May gigs are unlikely to take place.

FROGMORTON Frogmorton play Towcester Cornhill Folk Club April 8, Portsmouth Centre Hotel 11, Slough Rotunda Folk Club 20, Ilford Tiffany’s 27, Chichester Bishop Otter College May 1, Norwich Keswick Hall College 7, Cambridge Bassingbourne Folk Club 8, Birmingham Boggery 10, Wellingborough United Reform Church 21, Grantham Kesteven College 22, Ilford Tiffanys 25, Verewood Homelands Farm College 27, Southampton University 30.

CHOSEN FEW The Chosen Few are at Peckham Bouncing Ball Club April 17, Ilford Tiffany’s 18, Manchester Russell Club 19, London Carnaby Street Colombo’s 23, London All Nations Club 24, High Wycombe Newlands Club 25.

BOTHY BAND Bothy Band play Redcar Coatham Bowl April 14, Kilmarnock 15,  Inverness Festival 16, Dingwall’s 21, Cambridge Festival July 30-31.

CARAVAN Caravan go back on the road this month with a tour of major colleges and concert halls. They will be promoting their new album ‘Blind Dog At St Dunstans’ out on April 23 – the title comes from a Noel Coward joke in which he tells a curious young nephew: ‘Well, the dog in front is blind the dog behind is pushing it to St Dunstan’s”.

Support on most dates will be Stars who have their debut singles ‘Crossed Line’ out on RCA this week and an album out later this month.

Full dates are: Maidenhead Skindles April 17, Guildford Civic Hall 18, Dunstable Queensway Hall 22, Lancaster University 23, Nottingham University 24, Canterbury Odeon 25, Brighton Dome 26, Liverpool Polytechnic 28, Lancaster Polytechnic 29, Manchester Free Trade Hall 30, Sheffield University May 1, Croydon Fairfield Hall 2, New Victoria 4, Bristol Colston Hall 7, Birmingham Town Hall 9.

SMOKIE Smokie have been added to the Steve Harley and Cockney Rebel bill at Wembley Empire Pool on April 12. The start will be 10 minutes earlier than advertised, at 7.50, to accomodate Smokie and the full two-hour Rebel set.

This comes in the middle of Smokie’s own nationwide headlining tour the remaining dates of which are: Harrogate Royal Hall April 9, Redcar Coatham Bowl 11, Southport Floral Hall 15, New Brighton Winter Gardens 16, Ashford Stour Centre 17, Southend Cliff Pavilion 19, Scarborough Ocean Ballroom 22, Glasgow Kelvin Hall 23, Carlisle Cosmo 24, Hull New Theatre 25, Bournemouth Winter Gardens 26.

UPP Upp are hitting the road again this month with a new lead guitarist, David Bunce. Their dates are Cheltenham Pavilion April 16, Wigan Casino 17, Norfolk NI Club 22, Scunthorpe Oswald Hotel 23, Dudley JBs Club 24, Chester Quaintways 26, Lancaster University 27, Stafford College Of Art 28, High Wycombe Nags Head 29, Burton-on-Trent 76 Club 30, Birmingham Barbarellas May 1, Twickenham Winning Post 2, Chelmsford Mid Essex Tech 3, East Retford Porter House 5, Torquay 400 Club 6, Portsmouth Poly 7, Nottingham Boat club 8, London Roundhouse 9.

NUTZ Liverpool band Nutz have added keyboards player Kenny Newton to their line-up and a lot of dates to their present tour: Thurrock Technical College 9, Darlington Masonic Hall 10, High Wycombe Town Hall 12, Shrewsbury Music Hall 13, Scunthorpe Priory Hotel 17, London Roundhouse 25, Derby Cleopatras 29, Isleworth Borough Road College May 8, Plymouth Woods 13, Wigan Casino 29.

JALN BAND JALN play Coventry Tiffanys 5, Sheffield Top Rank 6, Brise Norton RAF 7, Hanley The Place 9, Manchester Piccadilly Club 15, Birmingham Barbarellas 16, Margate Dreamland 17, Tottenham Royal 18, Farnborough Burlesque 21, Wolverhampton Lafayette 23, Cheltenham College of Technology 24, Newport The Village 29.

HEDGEHOG PIE Cheadle Threapwood The Highwayman April 11, Ambleside Park Hotel 13, Towcester Cornhill Manor Hotel 29, Lincoln University 30.

HEAD Scottish jazz/rock group Head start an English tour this week. Stockton Dovecote Arts Centre 3, Hull Humberside Theatre 4, London 100 Club 5, London The Phoenix 7, Liverpool Banyan Tree 8, Leicester YMCA Theatre 9, Sheffield Hurlfield Campus 10.

STEVENSON’S ROCKET Dunstable Queensway Hall April 5, Northallerton Sayers 7, Grangetown Rockafellas 8, Cleveland Philmore Disco 9, Cleveland Spa Pavilion 10, Kettering Central Hall 12, Tunbridge Wells Assembly Hall 15, Coventry Tiffanys 16, Goole Viking Hotel 17, Mexborough Jesters 18, Warley Haden Hill Leisure Centre 19, Sheffield Top Rank 20, Barrow-in-Furness Maxims 21, Doncaster Bailey’s 22, Edinburgh Clouds 24.

JOHN GRIMALDI John Grimaldi, former Argent guitarist, has got his new band together and they will be making their debut at the Marquee on April 13. The line-up apart from Grimaldi, is Mick Parke (keyboards), John Giblin (bass) and Preston Ross Heyman (drums).

REAL THING Real Thing’s dates are Birmingham Barbarellas April 23, Stroud Leisure Centre 24, Barrow Maxim’s Club 29, Andover Country Bumpkin May 1, Manchester Piccadilly 6, Leeds International Club 8, Norwich Crocker’s 20, Wolverhampton Civic Centre 21.

TRIBUTE TO DUSTER BENNETT

ANY BENEFIT concert that Alexis and Co. might organise for the family of Tony “Duster” Bennett would make real sense if Peter Green was there to lead the parade.

For at a time some eight years ago when Duster was reluctant to push his one man band routine it was Green who gave him more encouragement than anyone, urging him to make a career of his music and ultimately bringing him to Mike Vernon’s attention by putting him second on the bill to Fleetwood Mac at the now legendary Blue Horizon Club.

Tony Bennett was almost dogmatic in his beliefs and was not easily persuaded to abandon a career in ceramics and pottery. But with a guitar style similar to Jimmy Reed, a brilliant harmonica technique in the tradition of Slim Harpo and a Heath Robinson rig out which evoked comparisons with Jesse Fuller, Duster quickly made the Surrey club scene all his own just as the Stones and Yardbirds had done five years before.

This quiet, diffident bluesman never really received the acclaim he deserved although down in Surrey – particularly at his ‘home’ club, the famous Gin Mill in Godalming, where he always outdrew Fleetwood Mac, Free, Jethro Tull and so on – he was a legend. His second album “Bright Lights . . .” was recorded live at the Gin Mill and featured his wife Stella, Peter Green (credited as Blue), Top Topham (the old Yardbird) and Tony Mills (his bass player-cum-roadie).

Over this period he became a good friend although he never seemed certain which way his career should be guided. He turned down many tempting offers . . . including a management offer from Peter Grant after touring the States. In fact his overall guardedness probably stems from the days shortly after he quit the Georgia Skin Band and wound up across the national newspapers busking to theatre queues with acoustic guitar, bass drum, hi hat and harmonica. It was something that repulses him.

Coming from Richmond, the sixties home of rhythm and blues, his vista was much wider than that, and his first album “Smiling Like I’m Happy” had every texture of fifties blues from city r&b to loose southern combo music. He would state such diverse influences as Tommy McClennan on the one hand and Bobby ‘Blue’ Band on the other.

When it looked as though Duster’s career was heading into a rut John Mayall asked him to join the band for a British and American tour. But on his return Duster’s career once again fluctuated. He’d built up a huge following in British clubs and in the States, but afer an abortive attempt to get his own band going with American RICK WRIGHT he went into a recession and over the past five years had largely fallen into oblivion, changing his base from Hampton to Dorking and finally to the Midlands. His third album “12DBs” had not been wholely successful and once he quit Mike Vernon’s Blue Horizon label his recording career was at an end.

But despite his relative absence from the music scene over recent years he will be greatly missed, not only for his genuinely self-effacing, philanthopic demeanor but also because he went as far as anyone in proving that white men could indeed sing the blues. – JERRY GILBERT

We all need someone to lean on and friends, you can lean on SOUNDS’ 56 page musical extravaganza next week including . . .

HEAVY METAL HOPEFULS All the poop on the latest in dry ice, make-up, and guitar smashing from Aerosmith to Kiss to Z.Z. Top

I WAS A ROADIE FOR A WEEKEND We hump gear for Deep Purple and the Stranglers

J J CALE Gets down after midnight

TUBES Mind blowing LA creation starring Fee Waybill and a glittering cast of thousands

COUNTRY MUSIC How the Fest was won

Plus the baaadest singles reviews in North London. Blow your mind and then your nose with SOUNDS

Next time: page five

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The alternative 2016 sports awards: the years best quotes, gaffes and meltdowns

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The alternative 2016 sports awards: the years best quotes, gaffes and meltdowns

Your investment medal tables: it had been another big year for sporting soap opera. The quotes, the rows and also the capybaras that made yesteryear 12 several weeks special

Star of the season

Cristiano Ronaldo won a 4th Ballon dOr, launched a variety of CR7 blankets, tossed a microphone into a lake, inspired a tantrum meme, and located the eras defining football press conference, using the press banned from asking them questions. He denied it had been his idea to possess the questions resulting from a Uefa media officer rather: I decide nothing. Also, he made an appearance to goes a magic fully-created Euro 2016 TV graphic during Portugals quarter-final. Perfect.

Ian Finch (@FinchIan)

Not only a skilful player, Ronaldo may also gob out a replay wipe #POLPOR pic.twitter.com/UC44YRv5TA

June 30, 2016

Manager of the season

Claudio Ranieri, using the edge off 2016.Hey, man, dilly-ding, dilly-dong. Seriously! Former Ranieri player Gianfranco Zola revealed the saying was attempted and tested. Hes always stated dilly-ding, dilly-dong. Hes a vibrant guy. Initially when i first heard it’ understood what he meant. He explained it a lot of occasions.

Modern footballer of the season

Lots of contenders, but two Rental property men share the title: club captain Gabby Agbonlahor, relegated on the nitrous oxide legal high 2 yrs after extending his Rental property deal because: I get that very same buzz pulling around the Rental property shirt, and team-mate Joleon Lescott, who livened up last seasons harsh run-in by tweeting a photograph of a sports car following a 6- defeat and telling the press how going lower would be a real weight off the shoulders. He left on the free in August.

Also standing his ground: Poultry midfielder Ozan Tufan upset with media critique throughout the Euros after he was caught on camera doing his hair as Croatias Luka Modric formed as much as score before him. I do not get the way a single moment by which I actually do my locks are considered an error. It damages my confidence.

Best Olympic moment

Recording the atmosphere: Nikki Hamblin and Abbey DAgostino helping one another finish Rios 5,000m after colliding mid-race. Hamblin: After I went lower it had been like: Whats happening? Why shall we be held on the floor? And all of a sudden theres this hands on my small shoulder. That girl may be the Olympic spirit, immediately.

Story from the summer time

Syrian teen Yusra Mardini winning her heat within the 100m butterfly for that Refugee Team in Rio, annually after surviving the capsize of the six-man dinghy transporting 20 refugees towards Lesbos. This is actually awesome there are plenty of tales about me now and lots of people who wish to take my picture: its assisting to spread our message. This doesn’t stop here This isn’t the finish.

Most off-message

1) US womens football star Hope Solo, reflecting on their own Rio quarter-final defeat to Norway: We performed a courageous game but we performed a lot of cowards. The very best team didn’t win, I strongly, firmly think that. They wont allow it to be far. They provided the ultimate. And 2) The uniform golfers delivering their pre-Games causes of not likely to Rio. Rory McIlroy: Though the chance of infection in the Zika virus is recognized as low, it’s a risk nevertheless. Dustin Manley: My concerns concerning the Zika virus can’t be overlooked. Jason Day: The only reason behind my decision may be the danger to future people in our family. And Vijay Singh: I must take part in the Olympic games, however the Zika virus, you realize everything crap.

Best change of direction

Originated from Sepp Blatters substitute at Fifa, Gianni Infantino calling his new pay deal evidence of its emerging anti-avarice culture. Infantino stated his modest contract 1.15m fundamental plus bonuses, vehicle, house, 1,542-a-month expenses and funding for just one-off costs for example 1,100 for any tuxedo and 660 on flowers reflects greater than any word can reflect my strong will to finish recent conduct.

Former Fifa man of the season

Most relaxed because the FBI required a grip: former Concacaf mind Jeffrey Webb, who located a Harlem Renaissance-themed blackjack party in Feb while under house arrest in the Georgia mansion he bought with fraud money. Webb, looking for sentencing next May, required the Concacaf presidency this year pledging to attract a line underneath the organisations shameful Jack Warner era: We must move the clouds, and let the sunshine in.

Interview of the season

Gary and Paul ODonovan, live on RT in August after winning Irelands first rowing gold discussing the craic, Nutella, peeing in cups, how you can row (close your vision and pull just like a dog), and just how sad they believed to stay in Rio simply because they were missing the Rio-themed parties in Skibbereen. Recently these were named RT Sport Team of the season, appeared inside a new documentary Pull Just like a Dog, were interviewed for Graham Nortons New Years Eve BBC1 show, and named as Britains most Googled Irish-related search phrase within the entire 2016. Gary: Its funny the way in which its labored out.

Best commentary moments

Icelands Euro 2016 coverage, which from Irelands Cathal Dennehy and Ronan Duggan, live streaming Aprils Irish Universities Athletics Association womens 4 x 400m dramatic relay final being an outsider billed in the depths of hell to victory. Dennehy accepted later hed achieved a pitch approximately your dog whistle along with a squealing pig All of us lost the brain.

Worst commentary moments

1) Canadas Olympic broadcaster CBC apologising in August after their swimming commentator known as the entire mens 200m individual medley mistaking Michael Phelps for Ryan Lochte and 2) John Virgo, confident he was off-air during BBC1s live coverage of Mark Selby and Marco Fus epic contest at snookers World Championship in April: I wanted to watch a bit of racing this afternoon. Ill be lucky to look at some fucking Match during the day. Spokesman: Hes embarrassed and apologetic.

Pundit of the season

The clip that never grows old. Skys Steve McClaren in June, together with his in-play analysis of Englands reaction to Icelands equaliser: It has been the right response from England. You simply think: Not a problem, begin anew, keep dominating, keep getting pressure around the Iceland back four the only real factor they have got may be the big boy in advance Sigurdsson, nobody Sigthorsson Oh, ohhh

Best attitude

Mike Allardyce negotiating the 400,000 top-up that ended his 67-day England reign. He guaranteed undercover reporters hed deliver their pretend clients keynote speaking, thats what Id do, Im a keynote speaker plus good value not only the keynote speech but additionally within the bar after. I do not are available in like many of them, bang, youre off. What happens I am talking about? Im likely to stand in the bar. Possess a couple of social drinks.

Best protest

Charlton and Coventry fans, staging some pot protest in October against both clubs boards by hurling hundreds of plastic pigs in the pitch. @CAFCofficial, 3.02pm: Play is stopped. Pigs on pitch. 3.03pm: (A fantasy ones).

Social networking awards

Best live tweeting: 1) Danny Willetts brother Pete, watching the Masters in April with tweets including: Without words. I once punched that kid in the head for hurting my pet rat. Now look and: Ive shared a shower having a Masters champion. His Ryder Cup online preview in September which branded US fans pudgy, filthy cretins along with a baying mob of imbeciles didnt go down so well. 2) @hastingsufc, remaining professional from the odds in October: Apologies for insufficient updates / Ive been stung with a wasp. Even game, no significant chances. 3) And Icelands @rvkgrapevine, giving one minute-by-minute evaluation of keeper Hannes Halldorssons summer time performance against Portugal. dinns breath propelled our heroic goalkeeper to swat away that weak-ass header and: Goalkeeper Such As The High cliff FACE AT DYRHOLAEY The Only Real Factor Which Will DESTROY HIM IS CENTURIES OF Seaside EROSION.

Most sincere tweet: Sunderlands Victor Anichebe, copying and pasting an excessive amount of what his PR team sent him after Octobers defeat to West Pork @VictorAnichebe: Are you able to tweet something similar to: Unbelievable support yesterday and great effort through the lads! Hard lead to take! But we go again!

Most confused: Californian Facebook user Petra Fyde, asking her buddies and family in June: At the chance of sounding stupid How come a lot of strange men within my facebook inbox saying WILL GRIGGS Burning, YOUR DEFENSE IS PETRA FYDE?????? What the heck is happening?

And also the best-crafted pledge: @Joey7Barton, 24 May: To be a Ranger would be to sense the sacred trust of upholding everything this type of name means within this shrine of football. 15 Sep: I apologise unreservedly.

Frederick Barton (@Joey7Barton)

To become a Ranger would be to sense the sacred trust of upholding everything this type of name means within this shrine of football. pic.twitter.com/nb5yTKq420

May 24, 2016

Best put-lower

Andy Murray in August, requested by John Inverdale: Youre the very first person to ever win two Olympic tennis golds, thats an remarkable task, is it not? Murray: I believe Venus and Serena have won four each. @jk_rowling: Murray just advised John Inverdale that ladies are people too.

Best analysis

One of the footballers reacting to Brexit in June: @PetrCech:It appears as though the greatest decision within the good reputation for the united states is made with different fake campaign and lies. Italys Giorgio Chiellini:The primary problem is an eventual domino effect. I do not think the straightforward United kingdom exit can alter the equilibrium from the whole European economy, besides the acid reflux everyones feeling. I believe the discontent shouldnt result in disintegration. Jermaine Pennant @pennant83: Now we’re not in Europe whats going to take place using the next euros 2018??? And Nolito: What’s Brexit? I believe its dancing. I might be wrong.

Wisest words

25 November:England coach Eddie Johnson, hailing wing Elliot Daly within the buildup for their game against Argentina: He is doing stuff you dont coach. 26 November:Daly sent off after five minutes.

Sharpest PR

Rio 2016 spokesperson Mario Andrada explaining why organisers couldnt be anticipated to simply fix the eco-friendly water within the pool overnight: Chemistry isn’t an exact science.

Best customer support

In August Englands slow over-rate against Pakistan motivated spectator Alexis Larger to tweet: I would like 10% of my money-back. Wouldnt visit football and discover it ended after 80mins. Alex Hales tweeted back: ok DM me your bank details then transferred 4.10.

Miss of the season

Italys Simone Zaza tiptoeing his way to stardom in the place against Germany in the Euros the summers single greatest non-Ronaldo meme. Among the remixes: Zaza like a seagull rubber stamping for worms, Zaza doing Olympic dressage, and Zaza inside a queue for that toilet. Zaza: Regrettably the ball went excessive. It will likely be beside me throughout my existence.

Single worst moment of 2016

Setting a dark tone for Trump, Brexit, Farage and exactly what adopted Germany coach Joachim Lws distressing televised in-trouser scratch and sniff routine in mid-June. Im sorry for this. When you’re filled with adrenaline, unexpected things happen that you simply dont see. I’ll attempt to behave differently later on.

President of the season

Palermos 74-year-old owner Maurizio Zamparini entered 2016 searching to place his coach-eater image to sleep. Heres the way it unfolded:

10 Jan: Zamparini denies hes already feeling twitchy about his new coach Davide Ballardini. I won’t sack him, despite the fact that I possibly could. 11 Jan: Sacks him and hires Guillermo Barros Schelotto. 11 February:Finds out Schelotto hasn’t got his badges and hires Giovanni Bosi rather. 15 February: Sacks Bosi and rehires Giuseppe Iachini, who he sacked in November. 8 Marly:Calls Iachini a fool that has gone mad and replaces him with Walter Novellino. 12 Apr:Sacks Novellino, rehires Ballardini. People say Ive gone mad, but Im the victim here. 6 Sep: Hires Roberto de Zerbi after Ballardini resigns two games in to the season. 28 November:Denies he already has his doubts about De Zerbi. I’ll keep him. That’s my decision. 30 November: Sacks De Zerbi to be pitiful and hires Eugenio Corini to determine out a hard year. Why Corini? There wasnt much on the market.

Most British moment

In April West Indies needed an unlikely 19 in the final to win the planet T20 and Englands Ben Stokes was the person using the ball in the hands to shut the result. Four balls and 4 Carlos Brathwaite sixes later, it had been over. I send Ben commiserations, stated Brathwaite. Hes a complete legend.

Most unpredicted hero

Marcus Willbomb Willis, world No775 as he stunned Wimbledon and, almost, Roger Federer sticking it to trolls who dubbed him Cartman because of his big bones. His Wimbledon run ended having a cheque for 30,000. It is the greatest pay day Ive ever endured. I’m able to repay a few charge cards now.

Chant of the season

Huh! by Iceland. Also worth a mention: tactics-minded Carlisle fans having a Peter Andre-themed message to manager Keith Curle: Woah-oh-oh-oh, Mysterious Curle, I wanna play 3-5-2.

Best falling lower

2016s best football tumbles: Brazilian players Marcelo Cordeiro and Rossi pretending to have been headbutted by each other in October (Cordeiro: Thats just existence. Thats the sport were in) Toulouse coach Pascal Dupraz feeling upset in November by critique of his response to a paper plane brushing his head: Each one of these critics, theyre so brave and Louis van Gaals Miranda Hart pratfall in Feb, because he designed a serious point.

Best Strictly contenders

a) Everton manager Roberto Martnez, filmed dancing at a Jason Derulo concert in Feb b) Mike Allardyce, spotted in Marbella in May spinning on the spot to Rihannas We Found Love and c) Alan Pardew, marking Castles FA Cup final goal by throwing dad shapes on Wembleys touchline. The 3 of these were sacked within several weeks.

Politicians of the season

Were Icelands Ministry for Foreign Matters, @MFAIceland explaining how their 23-man Euro 2016 squad chose itself by whittling lower their people in this country of 332,529.

MFA Iceland (@MFAIceland)

@pin_upicierno pic.twitter.com/ot0Mq2lsjM

June 27, 2016

Best celebration

Michail Antonios horizontal-running grass-dance in Feb after scoring for West Pork. I saw The Simpsons Movie a few days ago. I believe I pulled them back.

Least foreseeable setback

British cyclist Adam Yates, out while watching primary peloton within the Tour de France in This summer, simply to be flattened whenever a fans belt punctured an inflatable Vittel advertising arch. He still continued to win the white-colored jersey, though.

Best clarification

Skiing star Lindsey Vonn, ambassador for Mind skis and bindings, reacted to some ski detaching mid-race in Feb by posting a video of herself destroying her Mind bindings having a hammer. After talks together with her agent she clarified: It was by no means, shape or form an expression around the performance from the Mind skis and bindings. In my opinion in Mind.

Most distracted

French fencer Enzo Lefort entering the Rio Games declaring: Ive given something to arrive here. Its important to not be distracted then being booed through the crowd after his phone fell out of his pocket mid-bout.

Best pose

Roy Hodgson, recognizing themself around the giant screen as England trailed to Iceland.

Danny Bloodstream (@dannyswfc)

Whenever you place your self on the giant screen and wish individuals to think there is a plan… pic.twitter.com/YLX3Mf6kB0

June 27, 2016

Best comeback

Andy Townsend, back on ITV for that summer time: Thats as blatant a problem as youll ever see. Could it have been certainly within the box? I do not know.

Worst luck

Australian rugby league star Jarryd Hayne, cutting short his presentation to 200 school pupils around the risks of the web when his screen began flashing up porn. Organisers stated the pictures didn’t originate from Jarryds device Hayne: It had been awkward. Wow.

Greatest last laugh

Louise Watson obtaining the second biggest fine in Wimbledon history, 9,040, for racket smashing 1,500 greater than Viktor Troickis acceptable for ranting from the worst ever umpire on the planet. She arrived on the scene ahead, though: winning 50,000 on her mixed doubles victory.

Cheapest blow

Spare a concept for Serb rowers Milos Vasic and Nenad Bedik, who showed up in Rio feeling good after 4 years of beginning training and sank after 1,250m.

Greatest attention seekers

Headlining 12 several weeks of viral animal cameos: a) an unflustered cat supporting play at Januarys Everton v Dagenham game, then losing its poise when keeper Joel Robles shooed it b) a squirrel doing the same at Marchs third T20 between Nigeria and Australia (@samuelfez: Watson in to the attack. Zampa at square leg. Maxwell gully. Squirrel deep point #SAvAUS) c) 20 mongooses storming a green during Novembers European Tours Nedbank Golf Challenge in Nigeria

and d) two pitch-invading dogs one sparking an earlier tea in Novembers second India v England Test, another chasing Gois left-back Juninho throughout a Brazilian Serie B game. Juninho stated he ran since you cant tell with dogs locals told RBS TV the stray, Zulu, is simply soppy If he sees a ball, he goes chasing. Not one of them outshone time top sporting animal, though: Brazils hefty and nonplussed golf course capybaras. Australia captain Ian Baker-Finch: That bloody factor is big. Have you ever seen it? Its half wombat, half dog. US player Matt Kuchar: Its just like a moosehead on the gigantic rat. US director Andy Levinson: It appears as though your dog. A just like a dog-pig.

Plus special mention for: Lorenzo the horse, dancing to Smooth by Santana in Rios individual dressage.

Most thorough

These warning notices stuck over the toilets in Rios Olympic Village, banning a variety of unlicensed toilet activities. US basketball star Elena Delle Donne: Guess I will not be toilet fishing today.

Most depressing fact

For fans of the certain age: in May Burys Callum Styles grew to become the very first footballer born in 2000 to look inside a League game in November fellow millennial Moise Kean switched out for Juventus within the Champions League.

Getting people together

Wales midfielder Joe Ledley: dancing for Europe last summer time. One of the headlines: La drole de danse du Gallois and Ledley enflamme le vestiaire.

Best message

Cricketer Liam Thomas wasnt frustrated in October when his prosthetic leg came off as he dived close to the boundary while fielding for that England Physical Disability team. He jumped following the ball rather and delivered a fierce return. Should there be kids available watching who thought they couldnt take part in the game before week, he stated later, I would like these to know they are able to do anything whatsoever installed their mind to.

Most satisfactory reply

Originated from 15-year-old Wimbledon women singles champion Anastasia Potapova answering press questions regarding her existence after winning the ultimate. I do not have siblings or siblings but I’ve got a duck, Vita. Shes small.

Best swagger

Haitian hurdler Jeffrey Julmis the undisputed star from the 110m hurdles in Rio. Within the selection before his race he gave your camera some textbook Usain Bolt-style attitude, then went mind over heels in the first hurdle.

Most uplifting

Showing the planet isnt totally damaged: Barcelonas under-14s side, lightly consoling their tearful Japanese rivals after beating them within the final of Augusts Junior Soccer World Challenge a mixture of hugs and pep talks.

Plus: most offended

Japanese pole vaulter Hiroki Ogita upset by reports in August that hed knocked the bar off with his penis. Irrrve never expected the foreign media to consider me lower such as this. Its false, and i’m devastated they mock and ridicule me a lot. He later tweeted: Watching again, this really is pretty funny, basically let them know myself. LOL.

Find out more: https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2017/jan/01/alternative-2016-sports-awards-quotes-gaffes-meltdowns

[endlessly-cursed]

Primrose Gray's Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Seven: Sacred Purebloods

A/N: Another chapter done! This one wasn't my favourite for obvious reasons, but I enjoyed the ride and writing Prim again after months of block. Please read the TWs before reading. Enjoy!!

Summary: Primrose meets a certain pureblood... and its concept

TW: There is a verbal bullying scene, reader's discretion is advised

OCs featured: Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co ) Roxie Haley ( @mjs-oc-corner ) Georgia Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm ) Henry of Alderly, Malcolm and Estelle Stolberg-Burke

MCs mentioned: Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

Word Count: 1.3k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @magicallymalted

Primrose’s time at Hogwarts had been enlightening and fascinating so far. She had heard tales from her father over the summer, but they did not do justice to what she witnessed so far. She had also had made good friends, and she walked with them as they chatted, save Danny, who was a bit quiet, but again, so was she, too starstruck by such a magnificent architecture, Norman architecture if she wasn’t wrong.

“’Ey, lady, hurry up if you want to catch a good seat in Potions’ class!” Shouted Siobhan Llewellyn, her dormmate.

Dormmate. It was an odd thing, really. Her status had never allowed her to share her bedroom for more than one weekend, which was excitingly new for her. She nevertheless welcomed the adventure and journey of it.

With an encouraging smile from another dormmate, Roxie, she came into the greenhouse, beautifully decorated with all kinds of plants and decoration of the sorts. She closed her eyes, holding onto the feelings. Sitting beside Roxie, she listened intently to the teacher, wanting to impress her.

She heard a giggle behind her, and found the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen so far: with beautiful dark hair, intriguing dark eyes and dressed in green robes, she looked over Primrose’s group and snorted, and Primrose, in her innocence, waved at her, which made her laugh even more. She frowned, not knowing what she did that was so amusing, but didn’t think of it.

After the class, she and Roxie commented the class and its teacher: it was certainly interesting.

As they crossed the doors to the flying class, the group of the girl bumped on them, laughing out loud. Primrose then understood that they were laughing at her. Roxie shook her head “Honestly, such arrogance only for blood.”

“Blood?” Primrose asked “Whatever you mean?”

“Don’t you know? About blood status here?” She frowned further. She had known status as the title and wealth one bragged about, and a bloodline, but blood per se? That was just nonsense! “Most of these Slytherins are purebloods, meaning their lines trace back to purebloods and even powerful wizards. Not one muggle has infected their blood.” She whispered “Some even marry within the family just to keep it pure!”

Primrose cringed, the thought of marrying her own blood making her skin crawl. There had been marriages between second and third cousins, it was not uncommon, but after the fate of the Habsburgs, everyone started marrying outside the ton, thank god. But it seemed like the wizarding society was much different, still deep in such prejudices. Was that girl laughing at her only because of her blood?

“Don’t pay much attention to it, though. It’s just nonsense!”

Siobhan pitched in “They’re all crass and arrogant. Dinna listen to what they say. ‘Tis all just bullcrap!” Primrose raised her eyebrows at such language “Pardon me. Force of habit.”

“It’s alright, Shiv. I was just caught off-guard.”

“Alright, everyone, gather ‘round!” The teacher called. Everyone but what she knew as the sultana gathered around the brooms. Primrose observed it, finding it curious and intriguing. “Excuse me, miss—,”

“Sultana,” she corrected, and Primrose swore she heard a snort “to you.”

“Right. Sultana, you ought to partake in the class like the rest.”

The girl scoffed, holding her head high “I will not partake in heresy. Do with that information what you want.”

“Sultana, if you do not engage in the class, I will have to send you to detention.”

The young sultana didn’t budge, facing off against the old teacher. Finally, they sighed, sending her away, though Primrose doubted that she would go to the dungeons.

“Right, everyone, I want you to hold out your hand and say ‘up!’.”

Some got it right, the girl among them, and after seven tries, Primrose got the hang of it “Up!” She commanded, and it came to her hand. She laughed, feeling victorious.

“Please, I got it in the first try.”

Primrose turned around and finally faced her “What is your problem with me, exactly?”

The girl sneered “Your blood is stained with Muggle blood. Poor of your father, going as low as a mud-blood.”

“Call me what you want, I do not care, but watch your tone when you speak of my mother.” Primrose’s blue eyes were celestial fire.

“Or what?”

She grabbed her tunic and looked at her into the eye “I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the beasts in the lake.” Her tone was threatening and as cold as ice.

“Y-You’re bluffing.”

She got closer, nose-to-nose, and chuckled bitterly “Do I look like I am bluffing to you?”

Mandy was about to do something when a familiar blonde head grabbed her hand and pushed her down “Why don’t you mess with someone your own size, Parkinson?”

“Georgia?”

“Y-Your Grace…” Mandy breathed.

“Leave before I grab you by the hair.”

Mandy left towards her friends, tail between her legs, and Primrose embraced her friend “I did not see you at the welcoming feast!”

“We were both busy bees. Now, let’s get back to class before we get into trouble.”

“So, your family is all pureblood?” Primrose asked as they ate their lunch in the gardens.

“Yes, though unlike Mandy, we don’t usually brag about it. We are proud, but not at such level.”

“That is her name?”

“Mandy Parkinson? Yes.”

Henry soon found them and joined them, looking overwhelmed. Georgia looked at him curiously, but Primrose dismissed it “Harry! How was your day?”

“Well, it wasn’t so bad,” he nibbled on his lunch “though this is all… overwhelming. It’s good that I have you girls. And Lord Stolberg-Burke.”

They all agreed, and just then, the Stolberg-Burkes appeared into scene. Greeting everyone, Malcolm joked “I heard my name and thought, ‘good heavens, what have I done now?’”

Everyone chortled or laughed, and Primrose admitted “We were just commenting on how thankful we are that you are not a pureblood like Mandy.”

Malcolm’s mouth twisted “I feared you’d learn about it the wrong way. It is true that the ideal of the pureblood supremacy is common, but many other purebloods don’t think it that way. They even scorn it, like the Gaunts.”

Primrose looked at him curiously “Do tell me more.”

“Well, do you know Ominis Gaunt?” He asked.

“Yes. He’s got quite the set of eyes.”

“Primrose… he’s blind.”

Her cheeks turned crimson “Oh… that does make sense.”

“And the Sallows, they are proud as well, but the eldest, Sebastian, scorns it as well. You see, simply because one or a few fit into the mould, it does not mean that it applies to everybody. We do have our pride, just like you do. The British nobility is infamous, but you do not fit into said mould, do you?”

“Of course not!” She was honestly offended that he’d even doubt it.

“There you have it. There is always more than meets the eye, we just have to be willing to see it.”

“Couldn’t have described it better.” Estelle smiled.

“Not to mention that Henry is the great example that royalty is not all proud and stuck-up people who marry each other.”

“Georgia, no here!” He mumbled, looking around, seeing if anyone overheard.

As the conversation moved elsewhere, Primrose realised that, purebloods, like nobles, had ranks within them. Some families’ ‘purity’ was mire sacred than the ones who weren’t free of Muggleborn blood, just like nobles who hadn’t been ‘soiled’ with lower classes blood or a rank below a viscount, or the ones who had married for love rather than status. One could choose whether to try fit the mould… or choose your happiness and what brings you joy.

And she wouldn’t let an entitled brat take away her experience here.

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A Living Dynasty, Prologue: Who Is She?

A/N: The prologue is here!! I know it’s short, but as the story goes and progressess, there will be more. I’m excited to write the era of the founders. Let me know if you want to be tagged or removed from the list!! 

Summary: Many legends plagues Henriette’s memories. After many centuries, she finally speaks up 

OCs featured: Reuben Willows ( @that-scouse-wizard​ ) Professor Capell ( @camillejeaneshphm​ ) 

OCs mentioned: Elian Goldcrest ( @potionboy3​ ) Atticus Doherty ( @hphmmatthewluther​ ) 

Word Count: 794 words 

Taglist: @hphmmatthewluther​ @camillejeaneshphm​ @gaygryffindorgal​ @that-scouse-wizard​ let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list!!! 

3rd of May, 1897

Everyone had huddled up in History of Magic’s class, curious of the ‘pleasant surprise’ Professor Capel had for them. Primrose looked around and saw the only free seat was next to Reuben Willows. She smiled “May I?”

Reuben nodded “Of course! Do sit down. You’re Lady Gray, right?”

“I am. And you are Reuben Willows.”

She extended her hand and he shook it “It’s nice to meet you personally. I’ve heard much of you.”

“And I, of you as well. Especially of your gifted girlfriend.”

Reuben chuckled “Gifted is one word for it, yes. But I wouldn’t have her any other way.”

Primrose was to say something when Professor Capel cleared his throat and smiled. Many of the ladies, many of her friends, stared at him “Be welcome, class, today is a special day, for we will be personally studying the time of the founders. As I promised, there is a surprise: many of your ancestors lived there and were allies of each founder. Notorious members such as the Doherty family, apprentice of Rowena Ravenclaw,” Primrose tried not to blush, remembering the other night’s escapade with Mr. Doherty “your ancestor had a splendid power that banished the changelings into the class. Lady Coventry, your ancestor Mathilde was notorious as well for… well, poison and conceit.” She could almost hear Georgia chuckle “Miss Dubois, your ancestor, Brunhilda, was infamous for being a tad too close to Mathilde and committing several war crimes during the wars. And lastly, Lady Gray, your ancestor Henriette was a loyal companion of Helga and her story is a most certainly intriguing one.”

Primrose frowned “Oh? I don’t follow…”

“There are legends about her. Especially of her love life. Many said that she had an affair with the Sovereign of the Changelings and could’ve had a child with them, and that she married someone else to correct that mistake. His name was Frederick of Kent.”

She could see Reuben stiffen “That is my ancestor!” He looked at Primrose and she blushed, feeling awkward of all sudden.

“And, of course,” Professor Capel carried on “there was the Goldcrest rebellion, but now we will focus on…” Primrose looked for Elian and found him there. Their eyes connected and he shrugged. She almost forgot that his birth had been closer to her ancestors. He didn’t look or behave like he was almost six hundred years old.

As she started to take notes on what she was reading of Henriette, she wondered if she have had indeed an affair and married Frederick out of duty. She now had a purpose: uncover her true story.

Three hours later

Primrose knew that, if Henriette had been that crucial to the founders, she’d be in the castle somewhere. Suddenly, a striking young woman with clothes of the century stared at her. She had a beautiful blonde hair, though most of it was covered by the headwear of the time and tightly brushed into a complex hairdo. She wore a yellow dress, richly decorated and had her blue eyes she often saw in the mirror.

“Henriette?” She whispered “Henriette of Wessex?”

The portrait smiled “Ah, you must be another of my descendants! Come along, sweet girl. What is your name?”

“Lady Primrose Gray of House Somerset.”

Henriette smiled sweetly “I’ve heard that you will run Winbourne on your own. Well done, my child. But you’re not here to discuss that, are you?”

“You are correct. I want to hear your story. All of it.”

Henriette sighed, still smiling “It’s been nearly a thousand years, many Somersets have come to see if the rumours about me are true. But you, my dear, want to hear all of it instead of jumping into conclusions. Very well. Take a seat, dearest, this is a long story. You will want to hear if it was true that I had an affair and a possible child and married out of duty and obligation. I never did such a thing. Never.”

“You’re saying that you loved your husband?”

“I did, by God, I did. Not at first. I do not know when it began. Before our lips touched for the first time, I knew I was his and his alone. But the way I loved Betwixt was different, and not many would understand it. But you are different. There’s something about you that I like, that will make of my legacy something worth keeping. I shall begin where it all started: when I left the first groom chosen for me when I was but fifteen by my over-ambitious father, Marcus the Spineless, and indeed, he had no spine in battle or when it came to hand over his only child to the highest bidder.”

[endlessly-cursed]

❥𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 3/3

Genevieve Davenport belongs to @gaygryffindorgal

Selina Fawley belongs to @gcldensnitch

Zelda Cairncross belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier

Georgia Coventry belongs to @camillejeaneshphm

Marigold Sterling belongs to @that-scouse-wizard

part one / part two / part three

[camillejeaneshphm]

i finished something!

ocs mentioned belong to @hphmmatthewluther, @beloved-bucky @endlessly-cursed, @unfortunate-arrow, @slytherindisaster, and @nightmaresart

actual fic is under the cut, but please reblog and comment if you liked this :)

since when did hogwarts have a ballroom?

the swell of violins from inside the perplexing chamber was most certainly real, though, and lillian brushed out a wrinkle in her skirt before making her way into the crush of people. 

immediately overwhelmed, she pushed her way to the side of the ballroom, where she took a seat and waited to be asked to dance. just like she had been trained. the pinch of her corset made it hard to breathe, though it wasn’t even particularly tight. everything was loud and bright. 

to steady herself, lillian decided to pick a dancing couple to watch while she calmed down. her eyes fell on her cousin noah, dancing with a girl lillian remembered as skadi otteson. though she couldn’t see noah’s face, the way he stood and the gentle way his hand rested on miss ottesen’s waist spoke of sheer adoration. lillian was happy for her dear cousin, of course, but an ache formed in her heart of hearts as she fretted about never being loved like that. 

as she scanned the ballroom, eyes settling on other dancers, a soft tap to her shoulder made her jump. 

a familiar pair of forest-green eyes and an expression she hadn’t seen on this boy’s face before…

atticus doherty cleared his throat and extended a hand, a dusting of pink across his pale cheeks. she hadn’t seen him speak to anyone except frederick graham so far, and yet there he stood. 

“care to dance?”

————-

if damian maccarrick was going to be honest (which he always tried to be), he hated balls. he hated all the pretentious people who had never spent a day stealing to feed their siblings. he hated looking at his own shabby, frayed robes that aoife had patched a hundred times and knowing that he would never fit in. 

he did like the free food, though. 

he stood against the wall. he knew it was bad form, not dancing with any of the young ladies without partners, but. he couldn’t bring himself to dance with a woman. 

his gaze was, instead, drawn to a classmate. one he had loved from afar for so many years. 

lewis gallach. 

lewis was also standing against the wall, arms crossed. damian itched to talk to him, to take him in his arms and kiss him until neither of them could breathe and say everything bubbling under the surface for so so long. 

but he didn’t. 

instead damian leaned against the wall with a glass of punch in his scarred hands and his shabby robes still too small and hoped, dreamed, prayed for a world where he could love lewis openly. 

a world where he could tell him. 

but not today. 

so he stopped and hoped and dreamed and didn’t notice the rustle of robes as lewis moved closer and didn’t even notice until the smaller man’s shoulder was against his. 

a hand slipped into his…

————

helen walsh had always known, distantly, that she didn’t fit into this high english society. 

never was it more evident, though, than here. 

her american-styled cotton dress looked plain with all the glitz and gold of the others in the room. 

she pretended she didn’t mind, of course, being aloof would be her salvation. 

but her difference was eating her alive. 

she brushed a loose scarlet curl back and closed her eyes as she sat, desperate to get the night over with as fast as she could. 

the ballroom - where had that come from, anyway? - was filled with people laughing and talking and dancing and usually helen would be desperate to be in the center of the excitement but now, now she just hid in the corner and begged that no one would notice her fraying hem or her shoes that didn’t fit right. 

whispers of silk and hints of chiffon whisked by her and she smoothed a hand over her rough cotton gown, hoping they didn’t notice the way it stuck out. 

a weight settled on the sofa next to her but she didn’t look up, only trying to hide the runs in her stockings. 

a familiar voice spoke, then, and she jumped. 

“hey, what’s wrong?” asked fred graham. 

————

lady georgia coventry was fully in her element. 

switching from dance partner to dance partner as she laughed and twirled and let her gold skirts float around her, this was the place she belonged. 

as the song ended, she made her way off the floor to find her next partner, but was waylaid by primrose gray. 

“georgia, have you seen-“ prim stopped for a moment to breathe. she seemed exhausted, for some reason. 

“have i see what, exactly?” georgia asked, scanning the room eagerly. there went the kennedys…

primrose took another breath. “have you seen….have you seen laurent?”

georgia rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “i saw him by the punch not long ago, you might want to try there.”

a hint of a blush dusted itself across her friend’s cheeks as she excused herself, leaving georgia alone again and without a partner for the dance. just her luck. 

as she turned to go sit down - her feet could use a break anyway - she ran into something. 

rather, someone. 

adam ellis’s familiar voice ran through georgia’s very core as he murmured “hello, lady.”

curse her petite frame! she separated herself from him and scowled fiercely, biting out an apology. she was the future duchess of coventry, for merlin’s sake, and she could not be caught-

oh. he was warm. 

he offered her a smile, extended his hand, and whispered “might i have this dance?” 

“that’s not the phrase, idiot.” georgia shot back, but nonetheless she took his offer. 

————

lillian sat, frozen, for a moment. atticus seemed to take this as a rejection and made to leave, shoulders beginning to slump, but lillian caught his hand in her own. 

“wait- i didn’t mean-“

he turned back, then, and lillian was rendered breathless. 

“i…yeah. i want to dance with you.”

a hint of a smile made its way over his face as she took his hand and they made their way to the floor. 

as they began the dance, lillian realized that she was home. 

————

damian’s hands fisted in lewis’s shirt as he pulled him closer for what was not the first time. maybe he had too much champagne, but lewis wasn’t complaining either. 

the other boy’s lips were soft and plump and everything damian wanted as one hand dropped to lewis’s waist and pulled him even closer. 

damian knew he couldn’t have this forever. he knew that, in all likeliness, he could only have lewis for their school days before he lost him again. 

but he has him now, their lips moving together and lewis’s hands on his shoulders and damian’s hands on lewis’s waist. 

the chatter of the ballroom seemed to quiet as damian broke the kiss so both of them could catch their breath, damian still holding lewis close to him. both of them were rumpled and rosy, and lewis’s lips were as swollen as damian’s own felt. 

damian felt a reflexive laugh slip from his lips as he ran a hand through his dark curls and pressed a soft kiss against lewis’s cheekbone. 

the smaller man just let out a sigh and laid his head on damian’s shoulder, where he stayed. 

maybe they would be all right. 

————-

helen jumped as fred spoke and he raised his hands in surrender. 

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you, but you seemed upset…”

helen sighed. “i dunno…i don’t fit in with any of these people, yknow? i ain’t ever fit in, and i doubt i ever will.”

fred smiled, though something lurked just behind his eyes. “yeah, me too, i guess. all these people come from everything, but i’ve got nothing, yeah?”

helen nudged him with her shoulder. “you’ve got me, though, hm?” 

fred grinned, genuine this time. “yeah, i sure do.” 

————

adam’s hand on georgia’s waist felt better than she had anticipated, in all honesty. 

despite the fact they’d spent the previous few school years bickering, he was steady and gentle as they danced. she looked up at him, getting lost in his chocolate eyes as the steps to the dance ran through her mind. 

a crescendo, then, and he twirled her and caught her close to his broad chest. she couldn’t help the way her breath caught at their closeness. 

but no. she couldn’t feel this way for adam ellis. that would be preposterous. absurd. 

and yet…

butterflies fluttered in her stomach in time with the music and, though it may have been her imagination, she could’ve sworn he pulled her closer. 

the song came to an end and they bowed before georgia made her way to get punch and sit down. as she made her way towards the couch, a now-familiar hand caught her wrist. 

“miss coventry….” he began. “would you…like to do that again?” 

despite herself, a hint of a smile crossed georgia’s face. 

“i would love to.”

[endlessly-cursed]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝟏𝟗𝟎𝟏

Friends from birth, they had applied to be introduced the same day –even bribes were made– and they prepared to be introduced to the newly crowned Queen Alexandra.

Primrose wore a beautiful tulle off-shoulders dress, decorated with a red flower on her hair and an orange one on her dress. She did wear the feathers, but took them off in the moment of the photo, for they made her sneeze! She impressed the Queen well enough.

Georgia went all out: expensive jewellery, a tiara, a dress from Paris and two imposing feathers that she took off, saying she looked like 'those nasty flying rats' and had the photo made in the same studio as her friend. Her jewels were made of emerald and sapphire.

The third photo of sepia is both of them together with dresses that later that night would wear as a celebration for their successful introduction. Their dresses matched, a sign of unification of both houses.

Tagging @camillejeaneshphm who own Georgia!!

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A Lass That Is Gone, Chapter I: Wedding Gone Wrong

Author’s Notes: 

This is a mini series of the Pirate AU which was started by @camillejeaneshphm and that has been on my mind lately. 

English is not my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes 

Georgia Coventry belongs to @camillejeaneshphm . OCs mentioned and that will appear soon: William Devlin @unfortunate-arrow Nadia Erbland @gcldensnitch and Laurent Yaxley @slytherindisaster 

Summary: On her wedding day, Lady Primrose is abducted by a band of pirates, and a series of events changes her life forevermore 

Word Count: 2.2k 

TW: Violence, language, violence and misogyny of the era. 

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal​ @camillejeaneshphm​ 

June, 1703

Lady Primrose Gray had her entire life planned out from the moment her birth revealed her sex: she’d be bred to be a submissive, pleasing, demure and quiet wife to her future husband. She’d learn to be a lady who’d do good for her family and do right by him by giving him as many sons as God blessed her with.

On her fifteenth birthday, she was betrothed to Mr. William Devlin, the ward of Lord Carlisle. Not the auspicious match the Viscountess hoped to make with the younger brother of the Lady Coventry, but it’d have to do.

Soon, a year later, Primrose was preparing for her wedding day. She had been dressed and was putting on some makeup and preparing her jewels with her Maids of Honour and ladies in waiting when the door knocked.

“Come in!” She beckoned, thinking it’d her mother. How she’d wish later she did not utter a word again.

“A present from your groom, madam.”

She picked the wooden box and opened to find… nothing. She was about to ask when Georgia’s voice woke her.

“Let go of me!” She cried.

She then noticed the gun on his hip and realised it too late. She picked a jar and tried to knock the man, but he was quicker and grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her and entrapping her. She screamed and kicked, trying to bite the man, but she was incredibly tight.

“Help me! Guards! Father! Hel—,”

Before she could finish the sentence, she was knocked out with a whack of the back of the pistol on her head.

Lord Vincent Gray paced around as he listened to the messenger “Abducted? How? By whom?”

“Pirates, sire. They took her alongside Lady Coventry, Miss Erbland, Miss Rosier, and many others.”

He sighed as his wife wept “My only child! Whoever will take care of the estate after we pass away?!”

“Not to mention Lord Carlisle still waits for an answer.” The Dowager Viscountess pointed out.

“I am very well aware, Alina. I have no option but tell the truth. It is best if I tell him on my own, man to man.”

They all nodded as they cried for the girl’s loss. Lord Carlisle was of course distraught and rather disappointed by the situation. The nuptials would’ve given him many allies in Parliament, not to mention that with the Gray fortune, his ward would be taken care of.

He wished him luck on finding his daughter and offered help, which he thanked.

As he exited the manor, he prayed that the king would be fond of his family well enough to find his little girl soon, for if he didn’t, this would result in the disappearance of Winbourne.

Primrose did not know how much time had passed: if hours, days, or months. She only relived remnants of her life that was slowly leaving behind. The engagement ball, the awkward talk of producing an heir with her mother, the night fallen and her scandalous rendezvous with Mr. Yaxley, the warm hug they had, the abduction… So much in a matter of months had passed, and she prayed that this was all a nightmare and she was on the ottoman of the church, all this nightmare as a result of a vanishment of her pre-wedding nerves.

“You there, the black-haired lass, wake up!”

She slowly started to open her eyes when a rotten stench invaded her nostrils and quickly recoiled. When her eyes opened, she found rotten, yellow teeth and a smirk on them “Will you look at that, Kendrick! That Devlin boy must be sorry for have missed such an opportunity to go down with this beauty!”

“Well,” one pirate remarked “her legs aren’t tied!”

They all cackled and Primrose realised, to her own horror, that indeed, her legs weren’t tied and tried to gather them as close as she could. They were toying with their belts when a grave voice spoke “There won’t be any of that here. The Lady Gray and Lady Coventry are to dine with me… and now belong to me, and myself alone.”

“I am the future Duchess of Coventry,” Georgia spitted “and I will bow myself to no man, less alone a criminal!”

He knelt down to look at Georgia and chuckled “Feisty. Just as I like them.” He then took a look at Primrose “This one though, this one is strikingly beautiful, and quiet enough—,” He was interrupted then by her spitting at his eye and kneeing him to the groin, which earned him a moan of pain.

“I would rather drown and be eaten by a shark than being your whore.” She spitted defiantly.

The man backed up, not expecting that move and grunted “You mangy little bitch!” He cried.

She smirked “I am. And that should scare you. I am not to be trifled with… Captain.” She spitted that last word.

“Kendrick! Take them down before I slit their throats meself.”

They were both taken down by a young boy, no more than 14, and he quickly closed the cells. Primrose didn’t miss a beat and grabbed gently his hand “Wait! What is your name, sailor?”

“Uh, name’s Kendrick, madam. My lady?”

“It is nice to meet you, Kendrick. I have a proposition for you.”

“I shouldn’t—,”

“Hear me out, Kendrick. I am the Lady of Winbourne, and my friend here is the next Duchess of Coventry. Do you know how handsomely our fathers would pay you if you gave us to the British authorities?”

Georgia quickly picked up the situation “Beyond your wildest imaginings. All you have to do is to hand us over to the navy and we’ll do the rest.”

“You could see your mother, marry well, live comfortably for the rest of your life.”

“Think about it, Kendrick. We are women of our word.” Georgia assured.

He seemed to be at loss of words, and bowed to them before running up, back to the crew. Georgia sighed.

“Do not despair, my friend. He’ll see reason.”

She sighed, leaning against the cold, dirty wall “I hope so. This place smells like death and piss.”

 Some hours later

Primrose was to fall asleep when she heard some footsteps and rose up in hopes to see Kendrick, but instead saw the tool of the captain. He smirked ruefully “Hoped to see your potential rescuer, Lady Gray?” She opened her mouth, ready to retaliate, but he hushed “Hush. He told me from the moment he left these cells. You see, he is loyal to me. Everyone here is. It was a nice try, though. Very clever, trying to trick a small, clueless boy into giving you to the very authorities who raped and killed his mother and sister.” Primrose knew it was helpless, and simply stared at him, an icy glare that could kill him if she wanted “Have you gone mute, girl? Very well then. I request your presence for dinner tonight. I’ll have Keaton give you something nice his wife used to own… before she was killed by the navy as well.”

He bowed mockingly and left the cells, and Georgia whined “That’s it,” she said “I am going to die an old maid in a dirty pirate ship with the ugliest and rudest idiots ever.”

“Not if I have a saying about it.”

She looked at her friend “What are you plotting this time, Prim?”

“Just lower your voice, follow my lead and bide your time,” she looked at her “no matter what, do what you must to survive. Even if it means leaving me behind.”

“I—,”

“Give me your word, Georgia.”

She nodded “You have it.”

Minutes later, they heard footsteps and Prim began her scheme “I have something to confess.” She said to Georgia. She looked at her and observed her every move intently “I am no longer a maid,” she noticed how the sailor stopped on his tracks rather sloppily to eavesdrop, just like she had planned “before the wedding, I was with someone.”

Georgia gasped “Who? Do I know him?”

“You do. He was the Master of Horse of my estate. I did not wish to have my first time with my betrothed, so I paid him handsomely to lay with me.”

Before Georgia could utter a word, the sailor came in, chaining Primrose and beckoned Georgia to say goodbye to her friend, for there was a ‘change of plans’ with her. The two hugged and Primrose whispered “I wasn’t with the Master of Horse. It was Laurie.” Then, the man took Primrose upstairs.

Georgia was at first confused, and mulled over who ‘Laurie’ was until she realised, she meant Laurent Yaxley.

“Oh… my god.” She chuckled before laughing, slowly clapping her friend’s intelligence and cunning. If they ever found each other, she’d definitely ask for details.

Primrose was dressed with a blue brocade dress and given gloves, fully knowing her captors were watching and leering over her. What she was doing was against what she was taught, but the girl she was before being abducted in that chapel was gone. She was now a woman with no fiancé to protect her, her father far away from her and no clear future. If she had to use her feminine wiles and womanhood to survive, she would. She entered with poise the room where the captain dressed in his best clothes and beckoned her to sit.

“Ah, Lady Primrose. You humble me by dressing up for the event and accepting my invitation.”

“How could I not, Captain, with so little saying in the matter?”

He guffawed “Ah, ye’re a witty one. And feisty. Just how I like my women.”

She bit her tongue, flashing a fake smile “You… humble me, Captain.”

He signalled the chicken and wine in the table “Please. I put out my best stock just for you.”

She kept that smile “I thank you, my Captain.”

They ate for some minutes in uncomfortable silence until the captain looked at her “You know, there is talk about you, madam.”

She sipped her wine as she looked at him and batted her eyelashes innocently “I do not know what they could possibly gossip about, Captain.”

He leaned closer and Prim’s free hand discreetly grabbed her weapon “That despite your high birth, you are no longer a maid.”

“And do you believe such foul rumours?”

He crossed the distance and stroked her cheek “Should I, my lady?” He smirked.

She maintained her composure “Do you wish to believe it, my captain?”

Instead of responding, he grabbed her and placed her on the desk and was leaning towards her when she grabbed his neck and switched positions “I knew that you were a whore.” He smirked.

She grabbed his hand, pinned it down and stabbed it with a hairpin, making him scream in pain “I am. And this whore is commanding you to take us to the nearest shore and leave us be.”

He scoffed “Or what?”

She grabbed a knife and placed it on his neck menacingly “I will kill you and your entire crew and burn your ship to the ground after reaching land.”

He suddenly paled “Y-You’re bluffing.”

She smirked “Am I, though?” She sliced his eye, making scream further.

The sailors came into the room after hearing his captain’s screams and she placed the knife on his neck “One more step and I will kill him!” They stopped short, looking at each other, waiting for captain’s orders “What will it be, captain?”

He seethed “Take the hostages ashore. After that, they won’t be our problem and we won’t be theirs.”

They nodded and were about to leave before Prim added “If you wish your captain to marry and reproduce himself, you will also surrender your weapons.”

“But—,” One complained.

“Just do what she says, for fuck’s sake!”

They nodded before leaving. Primrose took the opportunity and grabbed his pistol and sword “I’m keeping these and your cabin, and if you try anything, I will cut your balls and hands.”

Before he could say anything, she left, leaving the man alone. She then saw the view of Georgia and her ladies being released and the men surrendering their weapons. Nadia threatened whomever could be hiding a weapon and Georgia got her knife back.

By nightfall, they had reached land, and the ladies got out of the ship with a bag full of their jewellery and other valuable things they owned and had gotten back from their captors. After selling their dresses and switch it for other more comfortable clothes and earning money for their trinkets and court secrets, they all reunited at the beach. Many professed their desire to discover who they were on their own, and Primrose bid goodbye to her friends, one of them being Georgia. Nadia and Prim were one of the few left and sighed as they looked at the sea “Whatever will we do now?” She asked.

“Honestly… I don’t really wish to go home yet. I want to see the world and what’s out there. I am not ready for polite society just yet.”

Nadia smiled and kissed her cheek “To be honest, neither do I. I want to see the world, and what’s more: I want to see it with you.”

Both women smiled at each other before getting up and going to the tavern, where upstairs there were some rooms they had rented. Tomorrow, they’d decide what to do on breakfast.

[camillejeaneshphm]

Lady Georgia Marianne Coventry

The Young Duchess

[camillejeaneshphm]

for day two of @kc-and-co’s spring break challenge, the noble siblings!

as lord oliver and lady georgia coventry arrive at the seaside, the siblings are excited to loosen up and have a fun week at the beach.

[camillejeaneshphm]

for day one of prim’s birthday bash, i can offer headcanons (sorry i can’t offer more)

georgia definitely attended the ball, prim’s been her best friend for ages

she probably brings lady hastings (her cousin) with her!

she has fun i think, happy to catch up with prim

however, she’s a bit stressed the whole time because her father is refusing to allow her engagement with adam.

either way, she pushes off her worries to give prim a wonderful ball!

this event belongs to @endlessly-cursed <3

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𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒂 𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 💋💞

My half of the aesthetic trade with @camillejeaneshphm