Oops.

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS GIRL! SHE'S A BLOODY RIOT!!!

( Spell-o Taped in )

Obviously I need to spend more time with her. I don't know why the hell I had my glasses on, but it certainly can't be a BAD thing. Getting ready to head out, SOMEONE needs to join me. Holly? Saoirse? Billie? You knoooooow you wanna! We've got eight days before shit gets real, we should probably work on getting this out of my system before then, am I right?

( ODETTE )

Eight days!

Hello everyone, it's Laura! After lots of discussion with Cristina and Ron, I realized that I'm missing out on having a fun loving, crazy female in my arsenal. Meet Drea Johnson, aunt to Angelina Johnson (and her brothers), and basically the coolest person you will ever meet. She's a 75 Hufflepuff and was on the quidditch team from 71 to 75 as a chaser.

Drea can best be described as a party animal. Henry Wadcock currently manages/does her PR (am I getting that right?) so when Seth isn't keeping him busy Drea is likely making him run around. She's the seeker for the Arrows. She's fantastic at what she does...when she's not hungover or drunk or strung out when she comes to practice. She almost always pulls it through for games, but there's always that worry that she won't. But when she's on her A game she's bloody fantastic.

So, who wants to plot with this bad-assery? You know you want to do it.

Nora straightened her shoulders, her hands softly tugging on the bow on her back. It wasn't too much, was it? It was just a spring dress! Nothing fancy, nothing overboard, it was simply--a dress. She couldn't exactly meet a random bloke and wear her dragon wrangling clothes, right? The shoes were simple flats, but they still hurt her feet and---why wasn't she feeling as confident as she had been while flirting through the journals with said stranger? She should really have talked to someone about this. Delilah would've turned into a hurricane of makeup and excitement and Nora couldn't handle that. What had she been thinking? Prompting a lunch date out of a stranger, ugh!

She should leave. She could leave, he'd never find out who she really was, and that would be that. Right. That would save her a lot of stress, that would make her life a whole lot easier and----backwards Wasps hat! Nora stared, gaped as she watched her blind date look through the front window. He was young, he was---cute. She flushed immediately and turned around, feigning great interest in the dessert display. It also gave her bow full visibility, and now she could at least relax enough at the fact that she'd been flirting with someone funny and handsome.

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?

Greta.

WHO: Nora Peakes & Octavius Pepper!
WHAT: Mischief, etc.
WHERE: It starts in a pub...
WHEN: Technically before Charlie got dragon pox LOL but it doesn't really matter

( He’d end up biting off their thumbs or something of the like )

Someone thought it would be amusing to take up all the space on the Animagus registration form by claiming to take on the form of the most ridiculous animals they could think of with false names. For example, 'Betty Bangzer' turns herself into a sloth and 'Chris P. Bacon' turns into a dodo bird.

I found it hilarious, but my boss wasn't amused.

I wonder if that says anything about my maturity level...

It's down to the wire! We need opinions on names, but no suggestions, THESE are our-- if you could be so kind.

Robb Joffrey Jaime Brandon Jon Samuel

Lysa Catelyn Arya Brienne Jane

Either way, it'll be perfect. I just need to make lists

( GRAEME )

SPRING PHOTOSHOOTS! Katie is the perfect model, but she is willing to share her spotlight. Anyone want some awesome super amazing pictures of their kids? For free! For free?! That was dumb I can't afford-

Is one month old too little to take for a broom ride? I'm new at this.

Anya had spent most of her afternoon unpacking all of her things into the new flat she had purchased in Falmouth, thanks to the new trade that had her playing for the Falcons this upcoming season. The place was much nicer than her last had been, though it was a little smaller, which meant that she had to figure out where everything was going to go. The task was more frustrating than she would have thought, so when the last of the boxes was finally emptied, she heaved a heavy sigh before showering and changing into something suitable for going out in public – a simple black dress that came down to the middle of her thighs; something comfortable with potential to catch someone’s attention, seeing how it showed off all of her best assets.

Not looking for an exciting night out, the tall Russian strutted her way down the sidewalk, her heels adding additional 3 inches to her height, making it so that she towered over some of the men and women she passed as she walked, some of them having to turn and do a double take since they were sure they recognized her from somewhere…

She finally made her way into a local bar – the man who had sold her the flat she had just moved into told her all about how it was pretty low-key, which meant that she could have a couple of drinks without being bombarded by the press. She loved the attention, she did, but sometimes she just needed to have a couple of drinks and unwind – tonight was one of those nights.

Taking a seat at the bar, she crossed her legs, flattening down her dress before turning to the bartender as he spoke to her. A charming smile was flashed in his direction before requesting a glass of their finest vodka. She was fully aware that her drink of choice made her a complete stereotype, but it just went down so smoothly. Her foot bobbed as she waited for him to bring her drink, one of her hands lifting up in order to comb her hair away from her face, taking a moment to glance around the bar, taking in her surroundings.

Well, it was definitely low key…she’d have to make a true decision on whether she liked the place or not based on how much she enjoyed the company of the other patrons.

Berkeley knocked furiously on Sarah’s door. He hated that she was right, going home had been a terrible idea. Especially since he left on terrible terms with his mother. And unlike Sarah, she knew where he lived and could follow him. Which she did! He came home to find her standing there chatting up his super. All smiles and pleasantries like nothing had happened. Claimed that she just had to come over and check up on him. In other words she wanted to make sure that he had made the 'right' decision. Which as far as Berkeley was concerned was no longer any of her business.

She was currently in his apartement probably cleaning because ‘it was atrocious’ and how did. Berk had begged off claiming that he needed to go get groceries if she was going to be staying. He headed for Sarah’s the moment he was out of the house. “Sarah! Let me in. This is urgent! Super urgent!” he called through door. What was she doing? What on earth could be more important at this moment? Granted he had never got around to telling exactly what happened when he went home to visit. Of course she knew something was up, but he hoped that it would just turn in one of those things they didn't speak about. “Saraaah!”

A few fun facts:

• A male falcon is approximately one third smaller than the female.

• Kestrels are actually small, stocky falcons. They are also sometimes sexually dimorphic.

I do believe it is going to be an interesting season, gentlemen. The question is...are you ready for me?

YES. WELL. NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION. ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE THE MOST IMPORTANT AUSTRALIAN, NAY EARTHLING, NAY MILKY WAY-IAN THAT YOUR CHARACTER COULD EVER POSSIBLY COME INTO CONTACT WITH: BAZ COURTNEY. YOU SEE, HE'S KIND OF A BIG FREAKING DEAL IN AUSTRALIA. SUCH A BIG DEAL THAT HE DOES MAGIC CARPET ADVERTISEMENTS. IN THAILAND. HE BOGEY HEXED YOUR BROTHER ONCE AND IT WAS AWESOME. NOW, NOW YOU MIGHT GET HASTY AND THINK THAT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ON THE PLANET TO BAZ COURTNEY IS BAZ COURTNEY, BUT YOU WOULD BE MISTAKEN. WINNING IS BAZ COURTNEY'S MOST PRIZED GOAL. HE HAS AN ASTOUNDING CAREER RECORD IN THE AUSTRALIAN LEAGUE AND HE HAS NEVER FAILED TO CATCH A SNITCH IN A WORLD CUP MATCH. THE CATAPULTS ARE NOT DISCLOSING HOW MUCH THEY'RE FORKING OVER TO IMPORT HIS GOLDEN ASS TO CAERPHILLY TO BE THEIR SEEKER BUT IT'S SAFE TO SAY THAT IT WAS WORTH EVERY GALLEON. I MEAN, JUST LOOK AT THIS BASTARD IN ALL HIS MAJESTY. AUSSIE KIDS IDOLIZE HIM MORE THAN HARRY FREAKING POTTER. WIZARDS AND WITCHES OF ALL AGES JUST WANT TO TOUCH HIM. HIS FREAKING WAND IS MADE OF PETRIFIED CORAL AND THE HAIR OF A BUNYIP. NEEDLESS TO SAY, DIS BITCH GOT SWAG.

YOU MAY SIGN-UP HERE TO BE A WORSHIPER. PLZKTHX.

Bess scrambled into the house and shut the door as fast and as quietly as she could. Brian stared up at her from his tight grip of her blouse with wide, confused eyes, and Bess hushed him before he could start whining.

"Mummy, what--" Sadie began, but Bess pulled her away from the door as she hurried into the flat. Sadie's other hand was latched onto Stephen's, and the two hurried behind their mother as quick as their little feet could follow. She needed her children silent, and she needed them to be completely unaware of her current state or what she was attempting to do. Why on earth had she bothered to look through those sleazy magazines? Why, why had she seen that little blip of an article? If she hadn't been bored while waiting at the healer's office, she would never have noticed the proclamation a certain Kestrel made about her sister-in-law, or whatever it was and----

Focus! All Bess could and should be focusing on was not dropping her children, and finding her husband's journal. Who had told the Tattler that it would be a good idea to post their stories into one of those magical things where anyone with access could read it and then be scandalized by what the articles entailed?! Bess knew that Drystan rarely used his journal, but sometimes he did paruse the entries, to tease her, or Odette, or----

Brian was dropped (put!) into his playpen, Stephen crawled into his bed for a nap, and Sadie was shooed to her room, even though Bess knew she would be out in a second to investigate why her mother was behaving so strangely. Bess tore into the master bedroom, heading straight for the desk and its drawers.

"Where---are----you?" Bess let out in frustration. It didn't even matter, he could spot it in a rag just like she did, but at least she could try.

Now that quidditch is getting started again, of course the news will be brewing and bubbling and we're right there to make sure you get the scoop first!

( Now, who's doing who and doing what?! )

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.

What is the point of having a cure for Dragon Pox if you continue to be green afterwards? Obviously you failed at being able to completely cure the disease.

So, I'm out of the hospital!

Again.

Let's hope this time I stay out. Ugh.

So, with that being said, I should be around again, but again bare with me since my back is killing me and I'm still feeling a little bleh. I'm at like...89%, so it's gonna take a little while longer for me to be back at 100%, but I'm gonna try to distract myself with writing and such.

I HAVE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!

What an exciting week! Can't wait until the weekend!

So guess who's back at the hospital again... Fml. I don't know how long I'll be here, but that's why you won't see me online for a while.i have pancreatitis again, but they don't know why, so I'm here until they can figure it out, which will likely take a few days.

I wish I could just be at home writing with all of you, :((

-Kristin

I have my phone on me and should be mobile on aim, so pleeeeeeasetalk to me!

THIS this is Matthew Summerby, he is a complete doll, he is a Hufflepuff 1974 (SUP) with a dark past (orphaned at a young age, very few know that he grew up through whatever wizarding foster care was), loves quidditch more than life itself, super ridiculous loyal Wigtown Wanderer which was why he stayed on their bench for so long, but then they screwed him over and with the season coming up all he could manage was starting seeker of

THE CANNONS :X

Matt's not dumb, he knows the Cannons are the worst in the league and that it'll be beyond a million miracles for them to win the cup, but he's got some tricks up his sleeves that he's sure will really, really annoy the rest of the teams in the league :) Playing spoiler, anyone?



OKIESSSS Friends/enemies/exes/you know the drill!

( JOY )

It looks like you lot are stuck with me for one more season. Suckers.

( OCTAVIUS )

Look, I have pictures! Of a rather pouty BIRTHDAY BOY.

( From a foreign place that we are currently in! )

This here is Jeremiah Whitehorn, owner of the very first ever Nimbus racing broom. (Aka, his dad invented/founded the company when he was ten)

Important info!

- Hufflepuff 1975
- Keeper for the Wasps, been playing for them since he graduated.
- Pretty smart, he was going to be an Auror if he didn't make it as a Pro Quidditch Player
- To people he doesn't know, he's a pretty quiet guy. Very much believes actions speak louder than words.
- Around his friends he's pretty goofy.
- Face is the Famous Jett Jackson ever handsome Lee Thompson Young
- Er... that's it for now?

Friend/Enemies/Exes/Potential hook-ups girlfriends, talk to me people

Oh Ron~ Icon keywords just for you bb :*

Who: Kendall Broadmoor, Rose Knightley & Thomas McCormack
What: BIRTHDAY RELATED THINGS!
Where: Cafe! Flat! Field! SO MANY PLACES SO LITTLE TIME!
When: Now!
Status: Finishing in Comments!

( It better be good, and she better have something for him, too. )

( DEDALUS )

Spring is in full swing! I do love rhymes! How is everyone enjoying the lovely weather?

Merlin, and here I thought I was going to have two more months of quiet work days Gobstones season does not count I suppose I better take advantage of it while I can Gobstones does not count
And it would give me more time to avoid R---

My little angel turns one in less than a week. Where has time gone? One day she was too small to even crawl, and then the next she's running around, making me chase her from one room to the next. She gets more beautiful as each day passes.

Maybe soon she'll have a little brother or sister to play with. I think she'd like that. She doesn't get to see other children very often - at least not ones that are the same age.

I have a feeling she would love being the only girl - be showered in diamonds and pearls and everything else a little girl could ever want. She's like a little doll I get to dress up and show off. My most valuable treasure.

( Private )
( Augustus )

He had not had the desire to hold a baby in years. His nephew and niece, they got stared at by Elliot from a distance, a smile and a wave. His sister was always trying to push them into his arms, in her subtle but ineffective ways. Elliot had even found himself becoming distant with his own son, even though he and Liam had never been a hands-on pair. Liam was much more confident than Elliot had ever been, and often found pleasure in just sitting in the same room, on the same couch, at the same table as his dad.

But it was this strange pull towards the nursery, as if he had some sort of invisible rope wrapped around his waist that would only stretch to their front door before snapping him back. Elliot had spent the last nine months racked with guilt, sick with worry, and to have the relief of this wonderful, lovely, beautiful baby girl! He just never wanted to leave her side.

"Is that right?" he said softly as Elysia let out some sounds. Elliot still was keeping his distance, if sitting at the end of her crib and peering over showed. While he knew that his daughter was healthy and not a monster like he was, Elliot was still cautious---he still didn't trust the healers and who knew what infants could be infected with. He pushed himself a little closer, chin resting on the bars of the crib, "I believe you're correct, Miss."

Billie twisted her fingers anxiously as she paced back and forth across the width of the stadium where she had shed both sweat and blood over the last year. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, taking it in like she had the first time she had stepped foot on the pitch, decked out in black and white. She hadn’t known a single person when she had first joined the league – she felt like something of an outcast, a feeling she had hoped would subside over time, but never did. She wasn’t necessarily an assertive person – she wasn’t the type to try and make a lot of friends, because she was just so awkward about just about everything. It was like she didn’t know how to just be normal around people. Every now and then she managed to fool people into believing she wasn’t as messed up as she actually was, and Thomas McCormack was one of the people she had managed to befriend.

True, their friendship had been based on a mutual physical need, but he was her teammate, and probably the only Magpie who she had made a true connection with. She had tried to talk to the others, but she just…she never knew what to say to them, or how to act.

She started gnawing on the corner of her thumbnail, now walking with one foot in front of the other as she balanced on the thin white line that surrounded the pitch, marking its parameters. She had arrived about 5 minutes after she had written to Thomas, knowing she would have to wait for him to arrive. She needed some time to clear her head. She wondered if he would even care, when she told him, but tried to push her pessimism to the side, and closed her eyes as she let the cool spring breeze brush across her face.

She breathed in, and then out, wondering if maybe she should have just let him find out when everyone else did instead of wasting his time….