Who: Ohh just two people
What: having a nice day on the beach
When: about a week or so ago
Where: in California
Status: finishing in comments?

( So we are going from American Outlaws to pirates? )

Now, Holly was definitely not someone who enjoyed the frills and lace of Valentine's Day. Usually, she hated it, it was in the top five list of things she hated, but this year? She felt like celebrating. It had been a damn good year, and Holly was taking every opportunity to showcase the good bloody mood she'd been in. Sure, there had been its blips (McCormack owed her quite some bit), and each moment made her appreciate each and every day.

But that was the sort of sappy stuff she and her husband didn't say, so that was why she had insisted that their visit to Hogsmeade tonight was to crack jokes and judge the couples that took this holiday way too seriously.

It was turning out to not be as horrendous as one may have thought. Hogsmeade was a village on display, each store front lit up with lights, the street lamps giving off sprays of glitter and confetti as couples walked past. The different food places had set up heating spells around outside tables and counters, the aroma completely filling her every sense. The lake had turned into a beautiful ice rink, while a magical ferris wheel lit up the sky. The village had always amazed her, knowing that it was the only place in the country wizards and witches could be completely at ease with their magic outside of Hogwarts.

"Good thing they didn't let the kiddies out," Holly said, eyes catching sight of the castle in the distance. "They'd ruin the romance."

- Hogsmeade is open to all! The village streets are sort of like a Valentine's fair, hosted by Madam Puddifoot's (so you know there's some cheesy stuff).
- For some ADDED FUN, a little trickster has laced the chocolate supply with a truth serum. The amount of chocolate your character ingests, the more truthful/the longer they are under its spell. Soo...that could lead to some fun, y/y? >:D
- ALSO, for players on non British Isles teams, this is the last weekend to be home because practice for the WC starts after Valentine's Day! So get those feels out because you're shipping out!

"They'll be here."

The words were spat at the persistent waitress who kept asking her if she was sure her guests were going to arrive. It seemed that her accent became more pronounced when she was agitated, but she had good reason to be annoyed. Anya Kalinnikov was not the kind of woman who tolerated being forgotten about, and it seemed as though not one but two men had decided their lunch meeting was not important enough to remember. Kevin Broadmoor had arranged this meeting, wanting to discuss 'her career and where she saw herself with the Falcons this upcoming year'; his words exactly. He told her his brother would also be joining them, so she had anticipated something big. For two members of management to want to meet with her, it had to be something good, right? They would be fools to decide she was no longer a fit for the team, especially since she had earned herself the spot of captain for the Russians in the World Cup. That was nothing to sneeze at, and she had actually gotten a little excited to sit down and share her thoughts.

As far as she was concerned, she would have made an amazing captain for the Falcons. She had the experience, and had the determination needed to produce results. She thought maybe this meeting would end with them toasting in celebration of some good news - hell, even a raise would have been nice - but instead, she was left sitting alone at a table in the middle of the fancy Italian restaurant. She had arrived early, and they just...they didn't even send an owl to let her know they would be late.

She had been sitting there for over an hour, and she was certain she looked quite pathetic sitting there, fiddling with the napkin in her lap. She frowned, though she eventually let out a sigh before leaning forward to rest her head in her hands.

This was so embarrassing...

Who: Haterade and Honeybadger
What: Words.
When: Monday Night (its totes monday here)
Where: Thomas' House

( Kendall didn't love Rose, he couldn't. )

Who: KENDALL BROADMOOR AND ROSE KNIGHTLEY
What: !!!!
Where: MUNGO'S
When: FLUID TIME

( Why is that so hard to believe? If you had been around at all the last six months, you would know that I don’t just sit around doing nothing all the time. )

She had to sit down upon Holly Troy's unveiling of Thomas' last twelve hours, and Rose found that she was too far stunned to do much else than continue to sit after the story was over.

Thomas had been...

But then last night when...

And now he was...

Rose looked up at Holly with desperate eyes, wishing very much that there was more for her to tell, a better ending to leave off at for this almost unbelievable tale. It felt like fiction in her ears, the entire thing, and if this morning hadn't turned so strangely so fast, Rose wouldn't have believed it. All of it, from the idea of Thomas having a secret pregnant girlfriend to being frozen in Nott Manor as an almost stranger informed her and Kendall that their best friend was now a single father to a premature child felt... it felt...

It felt like she and Kendall were on the outside looking in to this whole other world Thomas had created for himself, and it was only through a tragic string of events that they were included now.

And then, immediately, Rose felt guilty for her thoughts, for now, out of all times, was not about that. It was about helping navigate her friend, her very best friend, through something that she could quite certainly say the three of them never thought they would have to face in their lifetimes. It was about ensuring Thomas would come back from this, helping him return to as much as his former self as possible. Was that possible? She didn't... she wasn't sure about much of anything at the moment.

Holly had escorted them to Thomas' room, and it was with a wary glance at Kendall that Rose raised her hand to knock on the door.

"Thomas?"

She spoke softly, pressing closer to the door only when there was no response. Her free arm clutched her opposite elbow, her back curled in a wounded manner. "It's us," Rose continued, her brow permanently furrowed. "May we come in?" It was entirely formal, of course, because all three of them knew she and Kendall were going to barge on in regardless of Thomas' wishes, but they always played this game.

Who: Kendall Broadmoor & Rose Knightley
What: they place nice
Where: Kendall's!
When: Sunday!
Status: FINISHING IN COMMENTS!!

( Fork already in hand, Kendall stared at the door, wondering if it was really worth answering. )

Who: Kendall and Victoria
What: Quidditch talks
Where: A restaurant somewhere?
When: lmfao end of march I'm pretty sure... whoops
Status: Posting it now before it becomes foever old/forgotten... Finishing in comments? Omg Lettie I am so sorry I dropped the ball on this one <3<3<3

( I think it’d actually be in your best interests to learn how to dodge bludgers, actually. )

He blinked up at the ceiling of the hospital room, arms lifted over his head as the nurse examined his slowly healing wound. She was making some idle chatter about how good it was looking, and how he'd regained so much color back in his cheeks, and just how strong he was! Thomas rolled his eyes in plain sight of the woman, and he was glad that she'd taken slight offense to it and opted to finish tidying up his bandages and pulling his shirt back down. Thomas' crossed his arms over his chest as soon as the examination was done and rolled to his side, away from the open doorway.

As much as he was physically feeling better, he was still mentally exhausted. His parents had been hovering nonstop, his sister had managed to release a statement about how she was doing, and the long nights alone had let his thoughts wander, and wander, and wander.

A knock on the door startled him before his thoughts could trail off like they had been, and he peered over his shoulder to tell the nurse to leave him be, but was surprised to see that it wasn't the handsy nurse, or his parents. He turned over completely and gingerly pushed himself up on his elbows.

"Hey," he said, surprised.


( ...but she felt... fine. )



ooc: so apparently Thomas and Saoirse are popular people and instead of flooding the comm with a million threads, Emma came up with the idea of a 'group' post of sorts where the two can have various threads with whoever wants to visit.

Honestly Kendall should have just gone back to his place, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He’d practically had been living with Thomas since he moved in his new place. He couldn’t leave with the possibility that Thomas would come back to a empty house, that wasn’t that way when he left. If he abandoned the house, if felt like he would be abandoning his friend.

Except now Rose somehow managed to get back into the country, which he was grateful for, he really was, but it was strange letting her into Thomas’ home without him there to show it off himself. He was so proud of his new house. Would have been happy to have Rose over had she been in the country.

She had been back barely a day before Kendall had snuck out back to go sit on the dock by the lake. He should be helping Thomas build a practice pitch right now, not fighting the urge to snap at Rose for things that weren’t entirely her fault. It was great that she was back, he would be going crazy sitting here alone, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he would be going a little less crazy with her constant questions. Of course she cared now, where was she when Thomas moved, or when Kendall was traded, which he still hadn’t told her about. Clean disappeared for months and now suddenly back, he wasn’t use to her being constantly around anymore.

He looked up hearing footsteps behind him. It didn’t take her very long to track him down. “Hey,” he said quietly turning his gaze back to the water, “Just needed some fresh air.”