WHO: Octavius Pepper & Mira Jasper
WHAT: Some wrangling
WHERE: Mira's
WHEN: Immediately before this thread

( You can’t possibly hear that through the door. )

Who: Miles Lufkin and Mira Jasper!
What: omg bbs
Where: Miles' flat!
When: fluid time! About twoishy weeks ago?

( Thinking that now, of all times, she supposed she could dial down on her demanding tone.  )

She was a champion.

Holly wouldn't (and couldn't, since she was sure it was well-documented) deny that she had cried. Quidditch had been her life for so long, and to have this stretch of a career without a league cup to call her own, it was hard to deal with. Seasons were long and ehxausting, they took away all your time and energy, and to not win the cup meant that you'd just wasted the year. Sure, there were the fans, there was making personal records, and even the international circuit was fun, but Holly had needed this win so badly that she still got shivers when she thought about it. She'd done it, and she'd been the best.

She sighed, taking in the surroundings. Appleby Park had been transformed into a wonderful setting for the event, the spells on the stadium keeping the guests warm and the night sky bright above them. The league cup sat on its platform in the middle of the dance floor, looking like a glorious holy grail that she'd finally wrapped her hands around. Her husband was here somewhere, but she was lost in the sea of people. Teammates, competitors, agents, and the media, it was simply a night for the game she loved, and Holly couldn't remember a moment when she'd been happier with everything in her life.

As she made her way to the bar, she spotted one of her aforementioned teammates standing off and away from the rest of the guests. Holly, not one to ignore a teammate as she'd taken on the role this past season as, well, a mother-hen (but don't tell Theo), she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of her head.

"You're missing all the fun," she said, taking their elbow. When Holly finally got a good look at their face, she frowned, "What's wrong? It looks like you've seen a ghost."

Orion had never been the kind of person who could be labeled as 'traditional'. It wasn't even about going out of his way to be different; he just had his own way of doing things. A lot of men might have planned a nice night out at some fancy restaurant when they got a girl to agree to go on a date with them, but Orion hadn't booked a table. He hadn't even considered having their date be set in some stuffy atmosphere, staring at some menu that had food he had never even heard of at astronomical prices. Instead he had looked into some events that were going on around near Belfast, though he didn't limit his search to what was convenient to him. He knew enough people at the ministry to try and pull some strings for a port key if he really wanted to, but luckily he had heard talk of some sort of music fair that was taking place near the London area. He had messaged Mira, informing her that she should wear something comfortable for their date so that she didn't show up wearing a dress and heels.

Not that he would have minded the visual aspect of seeing her in such a garment, but he didn't want her to be regretting the decision to wear shoes that she would want to take off within the first hour. They would be doing a lot of walking, going from one tent to the next in order to visit the different stands that were set up - there would be things to buy, see, and more importantly talk about.

He really didn't know too much about the beautiful witch that he was going out with that night. Unfortunately he didn't have the resources she did when it came to investigating, though he had found out she was cousins with one of his house mates. Orion had an impressive web of connections, but even if he had access to more information he probably wouldn't have used it. He liked being surprised by people - what was the fun of already knowing everything there was to know about a person?

He had picked her up at her place, and gave her a kiss on the cheek as a way of saying hello - she was wearing the same perfume she had been wearing at that party. Once they were both ready to leave, they made their way to the field where the fair was set up. There was live music playing as they walked around, and every now and then they took a break in order to watch the performance. They had arrived late afternoon, so he had gotten them both something to eat around dinner time. Everything was going well, as far as he was concerned - they had been enjoying each others company for hours without going insane. He continued walking beside her even as it started getting dark, the lights of the tent coming up. He turned to look over at his date, breaking off a piece of a candy bar that he had been munching on.

"You ever been to anything like this before, or am I broadening your horizons?"

He asked with a smirk, popping the candy into his mouth before offering her some.

Who: Orion Sinistra and Mira Jasper
What: frist meetings!
Where: A BEACH HOUSE
When: this weekend!
STATUS: FINISHING IN COMMENTS!

( ... that way when you talk about the wanker who made you give up your seat, you can address me by name. )

Charlie really did love throwing parties, but it seemed like the common theme was that these events were for his really, really good friends. He knew he'd been sort of a prat to Octavius this past year or so, so he really wanted to give his friend a good time. Charlie also wanted to get Octavius' mind off of his recent breakup, which...officially had become> a breakup about a week or so after...they actually broke up. He wasn't exactly sure how everything had gone down, but he knew that this was a Rose-Free-Zone.

"Happy Octaviusfest!" he shouted along with the crowd, taking a swig from his rather large beer glass. The Oktoberfest theme was a hit, there were goats and sheep and geese and horses in pens so that Gebhard could have a blast as well, and there were good people here. No room to make a big mess of things, and it should be a good night.

And he was drinking this time around, so that would make this night even better, he suspected.

Who: Seth Wadcock & Mira Jasper!
What: AWKWARD RUN-INS ARE AWKWARD
When: nowish? today
Where: WWN!

( He didn’t know she had just come from lunch. She could be in the middle of a very important errand! )

Glenda pressed her lips together to produce a small laugh, brushing the old wizard's shoulder in front of her in a warm manner as he laughed at his joke. It was a rather amusing story about a niffler and a mackled malaclaw, but the night was starting to wear her down. Any WWN party, whether it be under the façade of a birthday bash or not, was always apart of the public relations machine. Tonight was certainly no exception, though it did give her an excuse to wander (and drink) as much as she pleased. Under that pretense, she gave a quick pat to her new acquaintance and walked off before he had a chance to contest.

There was also this aging business that she couldn't help avoid either. Turning older when she already felt ancient was a strange feeling; it felt doubly so every time another announced her general youth. Twenty-three and already so popular! Twenty-three with such a name! Twenty-three, what a bright future laid ahead! They all conveniently forgot to realize that she was still twenty-two, and really nothing of their kind words made any sense to her, but what could she do if they wanted to tell her these things? It was good that she had perfect her smiling and nodding years ago.

This party wasn't all that bad, honestly. The WWN had actually invited some of her old friends, in addition to people she was sure she had never met in her life, but that didn't bother her. It was.... nice. And a bit frightening. Well, frightening for the prospect of one person, which Glenda still wasn't sure if she was actively or passively avoiding after all these months without knowledge of whether or not he was even here... it did not matter! She was an adult. They were adults, there was no reason why---

Merlin he was here. There he was! Was she losing feeling in her legs? Feeling very much caught, Glenda stood frozen, even unable to think of going about executing a quick get away. Maybe he wouldn't see her, or felt just as awful as she had been feeling and would continue to prolong their eventual remeeting! That was a pretty awful thing to say about your best friend, wasn't it?

She'd done it. Bianca wasn't even going to apologize for the thought; she'd done it. These past few weeks leading up to the wedding had been so nerve-wracking, worse than any training she'd gone through, more terrifying than any mission she'd been on, worse than...she really thought that she was not going to make it down the aisle. The guilt and the fear had nearly paralyzed her, but putting on her wedding dress, seeing her closest friends dressed up and looking so very happy for her, a last minute owl from Bertram that made things all seem right.

Well, she practically ran down the aisle after that!

The reception had turned out beautifully, and she really, really had to thank her mother for making her have such an event. All the planning leading up to it had been stressful, but it had made her stronger, and Bianca's life depending on being able to push through anything life threw at her. Her hair was down and out of the twist it had been forced into this morning; if she was going to dance and party, she was surely going to have her hair flying about.

A particuarly happy tune came on and she grabbed Amissa's hand, bouncing happily with the little girl who was now officially her step-daughter. The thought thrilled her, and Bianca caught Bertram's eye with a big grin.

WHO: Derek Dobbs and Mirabelle Jasper
WHAT: A Low-Key Valentine's Day!
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHEN: LOL ON THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY I'M SO SORRY
STATUS: UNFINISHED


( But when a lady questioned his daringness… )