This week, it was her husband's turn to visit her offices for lunch. They liked to go back and forth, to get some time together before picking up the kids at day care after work. Elena loved her children very, very much, but they were very loud children. She blamed that part of their personalities on the McLaggen side (Jia Li was a McLaggen, now, she definitely could inherit their traits). Lunch was the only hour that they were sure to get some adult time talking done, which was very necessary when you had two children under the age of three.

Elena didn't really want to talk about 'adult stuff' today, though. She'd been listening to Tiberius' plans to cleaning up the streets of the wizarding world for months now, and she had fully supported him, but now that they were enforced and people had to abide by these new rules...she could only wonder how long the bad guys would deal with being restricted. They definitely wouldn't take too kindly to security checks, and vigilantes? Were people really that mad?

She sat in the waiting room of the animal hospital with her face in her hand, silently musing about the trouble all of this could bring. Hopefully the world was changing for the better, but her ever optimistic heart couldn't believe that.

UPDATE! - An hour and a half after the initial report

"Diagon Alley is in a state of emergency, an earthquake has hit and shaken everyone and thing to its core. The Ministry of Magic has shut its doors---only aurors, hitwizards, and other authorized personnel may enter. Victims rescued from the Ministry will be sent directly to Hogwarts.

St. Mungo's is in a similar state; they are taking injuries off the street, but are overflowing and understaffed. Please, any retired healers, nurses, or medi wizards, your expertise is needed. Some overflow of St. Mungo's patients are being relocated to various wizarding locations outside of London, stay tuned for more information on that.

This day just keeps getting weirder-----tornadoes have struck various locations across the United Kingdom. Lanchashire, Bristol, Dublin, Hogsmeade, and Essex are currently reporting tornado strikes.

No---no casualties have been announced, as of yet. Hopefully it stays that way.



Sid--I'm just going to keep talking until you respond.



CHARACTERS INJURED 1-4 CAN RESPOND IMMEDIATELY! This will be updated as time goes by/we stop feeling evil

Finn had really underestimated the hyper activeness of a room full of toddlers.

As Joy let out last of the party stragglers, Finn leaned against the back counter of the kitchen, yawning greatly. Cormac could barely walk, how he and his little friends had managed to run into every room of the house was completely beyond him. There were streamers thrown about every piece of furniture, his cushions were stained with cake and candy-coated handprints, and Finn really didn't want to know about the dirty diaper bin they'd set up in the bathroom.

His nose scrunched as Joy returned, and he lifted his chin to point at their son, who was passed out like a log in a nearly upside down position on the couch. Thankfully everything had been charmed for an extra bounce because of all the little ones running into things, but they should probably move him before he twitched and fell to the ground.

Eh, in a minute.

"That was the wildest party I've ever been to in my life."