WHO: Ethan Jordan and Samantha Cadwallader
WHAT: They're going troll treasure hunting
WHERE: Troll Mountains of Norway
STATUS: Finishing the adventure in comments!

( Of course, nothing ever went according to plan )

Thomas smiled for the camera the Scottish fan was holding in front of them at arm's length, bending a bit to make sure he was in the frame. The flash nearly blinded him and the girl's shriek deafened him. He earned another hug and she bounced away, allowing him to finally make his way out of the stadium. Scotland had performed well, but had fallen short. He was glad to have nearly a week to recuperate, thinking that the New Year's Eve party had been a bad idea in more than one way. Thomas let out a cloud of cold air, trudging through the light snow that had fallen earlier in the day.

The whirlwind of the past few days had not allowed his mind to settle and he was looking forward to the walk back to the hotel to at least begin something of a cleanse. The party, the confrontation with Regina, the random girl he'd seemingly taken his frustrations out on, it was all one big mess that Thomas was not looking forward to cleaning up. Or dealing with.

A voice called out his name from behind and Thomas turned, thinking the fan was back. His eyes widened as he realized who it was and he jammed his hands further into his pockets. "Samantha? What are you doing here?"

WHO: Thomas McCormack, Samantha Cadwallader, and Andrea Johnson
WHAT: Rough nights and early morning visits
WHERE: Thomas' flat
WHEN: This morning!

( I had to pick up one of my girls. )

He blinked wearily, waking up from a rather deep sleep. Ethan let out a long breath from his nose as his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit wands that were gathered in the center of the room---oh, oh no, excuse him, tomb. The wands were in the middle of the dimly lit tomb that he and the rest of the curse-breaker team were trapped in.

If he was going to narrate this disaster, he had to get the wording right.

It had all happened very quickly. One of the final hurrahs of the expedition was to get to the center of a recently unburied pyramid that had a lot of magic reverberating from it. Muggles couldn't get past the first set of rooms (which they had announced already, to the world, was the furthest the tomb would go), but within a few days the wizard team had managed to find ten more locations with various dedications to different deities, sarcophagi that's paint was still as bright as the day it was lathered onto the casket, and precious jewels that had literally knocked them off their feet with the amount of magic they each contained. It was a beautiful way to end the rather successful trip, and Ethan was more than proud of the work they'd accomplished.

At least, it had been a beautiful way. Upon entering this resting spot of theirs, the excitement of the find had left one minor detail overlooked; no one had been assigned to watch the entrance. The door had slid shut behind them and no matter the volley of spells that they hit it with, it would not budge. That had been yesterday, and after agreeing that a good night's sleep might help them think of a solution, the team camped out. Ethan had hoped an idea would have come to him in a dream, but all he could focus on was the heavy weight leaning on his bad arm.

"Penrose! I told you not to touch me!" Ethan let out, shaking his upper torso wildly to knock the sleeping curse-breaker off of him. He looked across the cramped room, his frustrated attitude not alleviating, "Larkin, he's touching me again!"

In all honesty, he would rather be on his broomstick, making up practice and his regiments than dressed up at a party. Thomas knew that the All Star match didn't really count, but when you were flying among the best of the best, a player wanted to be the best of the best. He wasn't as rusty as he thought he'd be, but just the lack of flying made his muscles more sore after practice than he was used to. He was barely holding himself up, and if it weren't for the beautiful woman on his arm he'd probably be slumped in a chair, ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Samantha was back and he could fly. Both of his best friends had made the all-star team, and they were going to be playing together for the first time in their careers. Thomas really couldn't think of anything that could make him happier, though showing up Brookstanton on the pitch might be the cherry on top. They were teammates, and however much Thomas found the other beater loathsome, he would work with him for the win. It would at least be an interesting match, if anything.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked Samantha, smiling. He'd missed her terribly and was glad that her stint out of the country was over. Just in time.

WHO: Samantha Cadwallader and Thomas McCormack
WHAT: Trips to Thailand!
WHERE: ...THAILAND
WHEN: This past weekend??
STATUS: Finishing in comments like Cristina does best

( Take the bed, I’ll be sleeping on the beach while you work, so )

Who: Samantha Cadwallader and Thomas McCormack
What: Cupcake Date
When: Before the raffle!
Where: A delicious cupcake store in an undetermined location

( It wasn’t every day there was a girl that was interested in him that didn’t have him hyperventilating because they were overwhelming or they had issues that dominated any sort of sexual desire he had toward them and---yes )

Who: Samantha Cadwallader & Thomas McCormack
What: Showing her around!
When: Uh...Wednesday evening (or something :D)
Where: Diagon Alley

( How on Earth did the Brits feel that this was the most convenient form of transportation?! )