WHO: Bess Fawcett and Chester Scabior
WHAT: Bess and Chester's final confrontation.
WHERE: Puddlemere Stadium and beyond
WHEN: During the Puddlemere vs. Pride match!

( You bring this on yourself. On your family. )

WHO: Chester Scabior and Bess Fawcett
WHAT: He's got a proposition for her. Or, more like a demand.
WHERE: A cafe!
WHEN: Today!

( Are you going to demand to see my hand first? )

Who: Chester and Violet
What: House call ;]
Where: Chester's Abode
When: Todayyy?


( ...well, she hadn’t been expecting someone handsome based on the files that they had on him. )

Who: Your Favorite BFFs
Where: Kestrel Stadium
What: General Cuteness and Hanging out.
When: Backdated to the Tornados/Kestrels game.
Status: idk finished? Finishing in comments?

( I find the Tornadoes’ hair to be quite obnoxious, so I think I’m going to have to say the Kestrels. )

WHO: Chester and his new BFF
WHERE: Diagon Ally
WHEN: Yesterday?


( Chester couldn’t imagine how people functioned on a daily basis with real emotions such as these. )

At first Chester was pissed. Nearly killed the girl on the spot when he realised it wasn't Bess. How could he bugger up something so simple. But then as the girl sobbed when he had his wand pressed against her throat, he figured out just who he had. He smirked, this would work out just as well.

~~~~~~~~~

"So tragic. All these kidnappings." Chester commented from behind his paper when Drystan walked by his table. He let the paper fall at its fold revealing his face. "I'm sorry to see your sister is among the unfortunate ones who were taken. Such a shame." He said filling his voice with false sympathy.

"Although," Chester mused putting the prophet down on the table, pictures of the missing looking up at them. "Most of these people were taken for political reasons, it doesn't make any since that your sister was taken. I hope she wasn't hanging around the wrong crowd." He took a sip of his coffee glancing up at Drystan as if he were talking casually to a friend. "or maybe she just decided to take the opportunity to run off."


[ooc: this is from my phone cause Chester is LOUD and impatient...I'll fix errors tonight when I get home]

"Ex--cuse, me---move, move, move!"

Didn't people know how to act in a time of crisis? You didn't stand around screaming bloody murder, staring at the rays of hexes and jinxes while you waited to get hit by one of them. You moved, you hid, you did whatever you could to stop the bloody death eaters that were interrupting the peace. You didn't become a distraction or something that could cause even more harm. Emmeline jumped and twisted and forced herself through the crowd of people surging in every which direction. This was going to be such a disaster.

Emmeline wished she hadn't offered to take the package to Flourish and Blotts. The package was too delicate to let an owl deliver it, Patrick had to head home early because of his daughter, and seeing as it was only a five minute walk, hey! Get some sun, earn some brownie points from the cousin who was constantly harassing her to do stuff other than ogle at her nerdy boyfriend! Haa. She wished she'd just refused and taken on the extra paperwork, but that meant that Edward would have probably taken the walk to Flourish and Blotts and Emmeline knew for a fact that he would have either frozen in terror or with his bad luck been shot in the head once the first death eaters showed up.

Okay, stop the morbid thoughts.

The door of Calliope's jingled pleasantly, completely ignorant of the chaos that was going on just down the block. Emmeline knew it wouldn't be long before they reached the publisher. "Edward! We've got to go!" she shouted, trying to keep her voice from sounding too stressed. "Come on!"

[WHO?] JEN GIBBON AND CHESTER SCABIOR
[WHERE?] JEN'S HAIR PARLOUR.
[WHY?] TO DISCUSS FUTURE PLANS ABOUT THE BEBE.
[WHEN?] AFTER ESTELLA AND TOBIAS LEAVE JEN'S APARTMENT
[RATING?] PG-13 

( Ooh darling 'cause you'll always be my baby. )

Getting married was absolutely terrifying. No matter how smoothly Gabriel proceeded through the planning, the discussions, and the actual event, he was holding back getting sick the second he could catch a moment to himself. He knew he didn't love Rachel yet, which might be the reason why he was finding himself so nervous as they sat at the head table of their reception, but he did honestly---he did honestly believe that he could fall in love with this woman. She was fiery with a mind of her own, and though some people might be irritated by it, Gabriel actually appreciated the way she took control of things. He had always been a bit of a follower, and it was easy to agree with Rachel because her reasoning simply made sense.

The reception did look fantastic. Gabriel couldn't believe it was all put together within two short months, but then again he was learning that Rachel was a woman who set her goals and refused to leave them unfinished. Maybe he should look at that as a good thing; surely someone who did not want to get married would not have put so much effort into the ceremony? Or she simply wanted to throw the most beautiful wedding of them all, simply because she could. He didn't know, and didn't mind not finding out as long as they remained content with each other.

He did find her very interesting, however, and that was the first thing a Ravenclaw looked for in a spouse. Maybe all of his concerns were for naught, and it was simply wedding day jitters. His parents had been arranged in a similar manner, and they were still quite happily married (and sometimes nauseatingly sweet about it, too). Gabriel turned and smiled at Rachel, pushing his chair out and offering his hand, "Would you like to dance?"

A chorus of glasses clinging supported Gabriel, and he flushed slightly at all the attention that was on them, once again.


ooc: guest list! We did our best, but if we missed someone let us know!

Who: Chester Scabior and Bess Zeller
What: He tries to convince her to let him see Sadie D:
Where: Cafe Someplace

( I'd much prefer to do this the easy way, rather than the hard way. )

Halloween was her favorite day of the year, outside of her birthday. And Christmas. And Valentine's Day! It was still pretty up there, considering that there were 365 days in the bloody year! Liz couldn't handle the excitement, whether it be from dressing Katie up in adorable little outfits (plural, because she simply could not pick one obnoxiously cute costume for her daughter) or doing her hair or making Ian dress up and the candy!

Ohhhh, the candy.

It was probably not a good idea to be on a full blown sugar rush when you left for a big party like this, but her fans (she had FANS!) were used to her rapid paced talk! So this should be the norm for everyone, because Liz Bell was a show stopper! The red carpet was sooo much fun, and the Bells were just sofreakinggoodlooking so why would the cameras not flash at them and sigh.

Halloween was the best ever.

"How are my buns?" she asked without looking up, unsure if she had wandered away from her husband or not. There were so many pretty costumes and lights and shiny things...it really wasn't her fault if she'd gotten lost in the crowd.

WHO: Gideon and Fabian Prewett
WHAT: think of the CHILDREN
WHERE: Kings Cross, Tuesday September 1.
STATUS: Uninished Log (fabian part added in comments.
NOTES: This (and their life sorta) to the tune of: Warboys;

( If the sky that we look upon / Should tumble and fall / And the mountain should crumble to the sea / I won't cry, I won't cry / No I won't shed a tear / Just as long as you stand, stand by me )