Who: Archie & Isobel MacMillan
What: Due dates and complications
Where: The manor
When: Yesterday

( What would I do without you and your convincing words? )

WHO: Archie + Isobel + Baby bump MacMillan
WHAT: Nope, doing this once already does not a pro make.
WHERE: Scotland manor!
WHEN: NOW!

( Because I HATE shoes! )

Her husband was doing a very, very good job at the Ministry. Such a good job, in fact, that he'd taken to sometimes going in the office on Sundays to get a jump start on the week. Which was good, he was a good worker, a hard worker (Izzie often forgot that he was not a Hufflepuff), and he impressed his superiors (which there were fewer of, as her husband gained more and more success!). So fine, sure, that was all swell and good, but on a beautiful Sunday with Ernie at his grandparents and all the acres upon acres of the MacMillan Manor empty save for Izzie and the mouse she could not catch, she really wanted her husband to be a slacker. To lie in bed all day with her without a care in the world and simply relax and be peaceful.

Being alone in the manor only managed to remind Izzie that she was still not pregnant even after months of trying and jumping Archie at every possible second. She knew there was a timing issue, of course, but she couldn't seem to figure it out. How had they made Ernie without a second thought (or any thought, really--) and now that a sibling was desired, it seemed like a hopeless case? Izzie reminded herself, as she stood on a chair in the kitchen to shriek at the mouse that had darted under the fridge, that she actually was a hard-working Hufflepuff and should take matters into her own hands.

It didn't take her long to get to the Ministry, and she was surprised to see that it actually wasn't a desolate work place on Sunday morning. There were people moving about, definitely not as busy as it would be tomorrow, but there were some other workaholics that had come in today. Izzie waved her visitor's pass at the security guard and made her way up to where Archie's office was, and when she reached his door took a moment to smile and observe her husband in his element. She tightened the yellow spring coat around her smiled, "You've got a guest, Mr. MacMillan."

Katerina let out a long, bored breath. It seemed like the Ministry had been holding an extravagant event every other weekend, as if they had nothing better to do. Of course there was so much to be done every day of every week, but with You-Know-Who gone and most of the death eaters either dead or behind bars, it seemed like the events committee had way too much time on their hands.

At least she got to go dress shopping. As Katerina declined a dance from a fellow in her department, she wondered if she actually had to wait for the Minister to blow out the candles of her cake before she could leave. It was supposed to be such an honor to be invited to these events, but when everyone was invited it took away the glamor, and then you were expected to sit around for a good two hours so that your department head could make sure you were making him look good.

She really needed a drink, or a hot bloke to start talking to her. On days like this Katerina envied her older sister, whose sole purpose in life was to marry rich, pureblooded men. It only took her a few moments to recall that her sister had seven dead husbands to deal with, and now a son for the rest of her life. Yes---Katerina would much rather be forced to mingle at these events than carry those sort of stories on her shoulders.

But, at the moment, she was bored, and let out a sigh in hopes that some handsome bloke would become concerned.

WHO: The MacMillans!
WHAT: They're attending the engagement party of their siblings (fml they say)
WHEN: Tonight!
WHERE: A fancy dinner hall!
WHY: Because they are the black sheeps of their family!

( Not as if she was crashing the wedding or something )

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: Izzie, Archie, and ERNIE MacMillan!
What: Archie wakes up! AND THERE IS ANGST
Where: St. Mungo's!
When: Today!

( Shhhhh, Ernie, Ernie, you've got to be quiet, Papa's sleeping )

Who: Izzie and Archie MacMillan! And Baby Bump MacMillan too!
What: Just idle cuteness chatter!
When: Tooooday?

( If it's a boy, we can name him Archie, Jr. And if it's a girl... we can name her Izzie, Jr.! )

Who: Archie and ISOBEL MACMILLAN (Nope, still not tired of that) and a brief appearance by Timothy Greengrass
What: A welcome home! Of sorts.
Where: The Scotland Manor (OMFG CRISTINA WE NEED TO NAME THAT)
When: This afternoon!

( There was no way that Izzie would continue to make her husband live like a wild man, absolutely not! )

Who: Arcturus MacMillan and ISOBEL MACMILLAN OMFG!!!!!!!!!
What: Trauma of the worst possible kind
Where: Scotland
When: Two weeks after the wedding!

( Arcturus MacMillan was looking at something that may as well have belonged to the anicent Roman ruins, for all the bloody good it was doing him right now! )

There were probably a million and one more things she should worry about other than getting fat during her pregnancy. That was like--one of the things she knew she should be doing, but Izzie could not stop herself from completely fretting about a pooch.

Yes, she'd found the word for it. Or, was told the word, by one of her students. What did that old lady know, anyway, hm? Telling her she looked pregnant and was positively glowing.

...okay, so maybe the 'glowing' part wasn't so bad, but still. You shouldn't congratulate someone on being pregnant until you knew for sure. Even if they actually were pregnant. It was just rude and uncalled for, and Izzie would make sure that for the rest of her life she would make sure to never congratulate a pregnant-looking woman before said pregnancy could be confirmed. It would save the world from a lot of crazy people.

Isobel ran her hand down her front, Archie's shirt scrunched up under her arms as her fingers traced over the spandex of her yoga pants. She'd come over to his flat immediately after work, a regular routine she'd started up, and was waiting for dinner to be ready. That was something she should be worrying about, learning how to prepare food for her future husband, but Archie seemed to like cooking, so--why should she worry about that?

The sound of plates clanging against the table made her ears perk, and Izzie dropped her shirt back down before hurrying out to the kitchen.

Who: Archie and Izzie!
What: SKHDKGSHG YOU HAVE TO READ TO FIND OUT
Where: Izzie's flat
When: DECEMBER 26TH, 1979; 8 AM

( This was very good news; he'd not suffered even one injury yet, and he had been anticipating at least one or two punches or a slap to the face. )

She should become a bloody auror or something, the way she'd been able to avoid her boyfriend. If she could even consider the man she'd barely seen for more than ten minutes at a time within the past few weeks. Well, if she remembered the date, she could give you an exact timing, because the avoiding had begun at the same time she found out that she was pregnant with his child.

Izzie knew, she knew deep down that it was a horrible, terrible thing to do. Absolutely terrible, and it had made work, life, and her relationship with--everyone miserable. She was glad that Ulrich was home because he was the sole sibling she could actually talk to and deal with. And--she hadn't even told him. As much as she did love her brother, it just wasn't something she herself was ready to admit, and maybe a part of her would feel tremendously guilty if Archie wasn't the first to know.

Though, she'd be perfectly find with him finding out after the child was born. Because then she wouldn't have to deal with any of the madness she was sure was going to occur when he did. If he did---no, when.

Isobel had even taken her avoiding as far as spending Christmas with her family. All of them. She had never seen so many Eggs in one room, and she'd made up some lie about how no significant others were allowed because of family tradtion, even though Eloise had brought along her latest catch--some brilliant healer on the verge of curing dragon pox. In any case, it had been a miserable day and Izzie had only been home a mere ten minutes when there was quick rapping on her door, and she froze. No, nooo, no, no---

She flinched when the knocking began again, and Isobel kicked off her heels and hurried over, trying to come up with a lie to send Archie home. Looking through the peep hole, and she sighed before pulling the door open, "I'm exhausted." That technically wasn't a lie, she hadn't been able to do anything these past few weeks.

Who: ARCHIE AND IZZIE
What: CUTE. Okay, and he meets her evil parents.
Where: The Egg residence
When: Today!

( And didn't proper boyfriends grit their teeth and do proper things, even when it had the potential to end in bodily harm? They DID, dammit! )