WHO: Louis Bonaccord and Kalista Borgin
WHAT: A chance encounter
WHEN: Some time this week?
WHERE: Exotic location!
STATUS: Finishing in comments!

( I've just had bad experiences with people suddenly showing up when I least expect them to )

While she wasn't particularly keen on parties, she was set on saving wildlife. Everyone else seemed to rake in the galleons by throwing large events, no matter the scandals that erupted from them, so why couldn't they? Nora had conservatory's committee for quite some time now, and being the youngest by a good forty years, had devised this plan as a new and fresh way of funding. It helped greatly that she had friends that had access to some of the best party planners (or that she could twist Charlie Spinnet's ear until he helped her out), and things seemed to have turned out well. So far.

For the brave at heart, there was a grand maze that made its way throughout the haunted castle. Guests would be offered clues to get themselves to the ballroom, and if they were truly lost (as Nora was sure was to occur), for just a small donation (it's for charity), any money dropped into a clue box would light up a blue path down the correct route to lead the way out. With all the Gryffindors that Nora had put on the guest list, she was sure they were going to triple their goal.

There was a simpler route than the maze, which was simply to walk through the double doors to the dance floor. Nora was currently wavering between the two, having run out of pamphlets to give out at the front entrance therefore giving her no excuse to join the festivities. She felt rather exposed, as Delilah had stolen her cloak, and when someone tapped her shoulder she jumped nearly a foot in the air.

"Bloody hell!" she let out, spinning around. "You scared the life out of me!"

Looking back over the last couple of years of her life, Kalista Borgin still could not piece together all the events that had lead her from point a to point b – point b being married to a man she was engaged to before she even had the chance to know him, and bearing a child that didn’t satisfy him. It was incredibly frustrating, knowing that the only thing her husband wanted from her for Christmas was for her to become pregnant with a son, who would take on the role of male heir. She was more stressed than she had ever been in her entire life, but a lot of that had to do with the way her social life had spiraled so quickly down the drain after she had gotten married, and how she and her best friend were no longer talking.

She always felt like all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry, but she had Astrid to think about. She loved that little girl more than she ever thought possible, and sometimes she worried that Augustus just went through the motions with their daughter – it was a horrible thought, but it terrified her to think that she had disappointed him with a girl.

She was certain that she was going to start balding by New Years – it was either that, or she was going to go gray, and either way, it was going to be completely unattractive. That thought also stressed her out.

Sitting in front of the mirror in the bedroom she shared with her husband, Kalista ran a brush through her hair, making sure it was perfectly in place. She wanted to look her best for when he came home, as she did every night, seeing how the only purpose she really had was to bare his children, and satisfy his needs…like a good wife.

Dropping the brush down, she let out a sigh as she stared at her reflection. Her lips pursed together a little as she thought about everything that was going on in her life. It didn’t help that she always missed her brother so much during the holidays, and going home just reminded her so much of the fact that he was gone. Placing the brush down on the counter, she reached for her lipstick, painting her lips a ruby red before blotting them together, hearing the front door as she was finishing. Rising to her feet, Kalista made her way into the foyer, greeting him with a small smile, her hands folded neatly behind her back.

“They haven't been working you too hard, have they?”

Who: Ludo and Kalista
When: Thursday evening
Where: Kal's place, then Solo Mio

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He was quite sure he was going to kill himself.

Antonin squeezed himself into the windowsill that looked out into the courtyard, shoes pressed against the stone of the opposite side, and back curled up uncomfortably. He had been on his way to the library, because whether or not anyone believed it, he actually did care about his grades and the upcoming N.E.W.T.s he didn't have the money to live frivolously off, and no matter what...acquaintances he managed to have after he left Hogwarts, it still wouldn't be satisfactory enough to support himself. His sister seemed to be doing fine, but Antonin wanted nothing to do with her type of business--maybe he did want to succeed on his own, but he was content with people thinking he didn't give a shit.

But, he was definitely going to end up killing himself if June didn't come faster. This Saturday was the final quidditch match, and while he'd been less than lackluster as a captain, something had shaken him up enough to drive his team into the ground. But now with Sloper's dad and the lack of a starting chaser (no, he was not allowing himself to think about Regulus, he couldn't let his mind wander in that direction, so Zach's dad was the biggest thing right now), Antonin was beginning to dread the upcoming match.

Right, morbid thoughts were quite counterproductive for a nap. His body had literally decided it could not make the trek down to the dungeons, and if anyone so much as brushed his shoulder as they passed, Antonin was going to end up---well. It wouldn't end well.

Who: Ludo Bagman and Kalista Rosier
What: Birthday celebrationnnn...and Ludo being a girl and despite the icon, nothing has happened...yet. (Ludo's allowed to dream, right?)
Where: the Quidditch Pitch
When: March 30th
*Finishing it up in comments

( Well one of us has to act like a girl... )

Who: Kalista Rosier and Ludo Bagman
What: She's unsure of her feelings about the Hufflepuff
Where: Near the lake
When: Today, late afternoon
Rating: R, due to language

( The more you stereotype me, the more I want to prove you wrong. )

Who: Ludo Bagman and Kalista Rosier
Where: Slytherin bleachers out on the pitch
What: Snarkfest '79...or was it Snogfest '79?
When: Monday evening, late

( If you ever tell anyone about this...I will fucking kill you )