Who: Archie and ISOBEL MACMILLAN (Nope, still not tired of that) and a brief appearance by Timothy Greengrass
What: A welcome home! Of sorts.
Where: The Scotland Manor (OMFG CRISTINA WE NEED TO NAME THAT)
When: This afternoon!

( There was no way that Izzie would continue to make her husband live like a wild man, absolutely not! )

Who: Arcturus MacMillan and ISOBEL MACMILLAN OMFG!!!!!!!!!
What: Trauma of the worst possible kind
Where: Scotland
When: Two weeks after the wedding!

( Arcturus MacMillan was looking at something that may as well have belonged to the anicent Roman ruins, for all the bloody good it was doing him right now! )

There were probably a million and one more things she should worry about other than getting fat during her pregnancy. That was like--one of the things she knew she should be doing, but Izzie could not stop herself from completely fretting about a pooch.

Yes, she'd found the word for it. Or, was told the word, by one of her students. What did that old lady know, anyway, hm? Telling her she looked pregnant and was positively glowing.

...okay, so maybe the 'glowing' part wasn't so bad, but still. You shouldn't congratulate someone on being pregnant until you knew for sure. Even if they actually were pregnant. It was just rude and uncalled for, and Izzie would make sure that for the rest of her life she would make sure to never congratulate a pregnant-looking woman before said pregnancy could be confirmed. It would save the world from a lot of crazy people.

Isobel ran her hand down her front, Archie's shirt scrunched up under her arms as her fingers traced over the spandex of her yoga pants. She'd come over to his flat immediately after work, a regular routine she'd started up, and was waiting for dinner to be ready. That was something she should be worrying about, learning how to prepare food for her future husband, but Archie seemed to like cooking, so--why should she worry about that?

The sound of plates clanging against the table made her ears perk, and Izzie dropped her shirt back down before hurrying out to the kitchen.

Who: Archie and Izzie!
What: SKHDKGSHG YOU HAVE TO READ TO FIND OUT
Where: Izzie's flat
When: DECEMBER 26TH, 1979; 8 AM

( This was very good news; he'd not suffered even one injury yet, and he had been anticipating at least one or two punches or a slap to the face. )

She should become a bloody auror or something, the way she'd been able to avoid her boyfriend. If she could even consider the man she'd barely seen for more than ten minutes at a time within the past few weeks. Well, if she remembered the date, she could give you an exact timing, because the avoiding had begun at the same time she found out that she was pregnant with his child.

Izzie knew, she knew deep down that it was a horrible, terrible thing to do. Absolutely terrible, and it had made work, life, and her relationship with--everyone miserable. She was glad that Ulrich was home because he was the sole sibling she could actually talk to and deal with. And--she hadn't even told him. As much as she did love her brother, it just wasn't something she herself was ready to admit, and maybe a part of her would feel tremendously guilty if Archie wasn't the first to know.

Though, she'd be perfectly find with him finding out after the child was born. Because then she wouldn't have to deal with any of the madness she was sure was going to occur when he did. If he did---no, when.

Isobel had even taken her avoiding as far as spending Christmas with her family. All of them. She had never seen so many Eggs in one room, and she'd made up some lie about how no significant others were allowed because of family tradtion, even though Eloise had brought along her latest catch--some brilliant healer on the verge of curing dragon pox. In any case, it had been a miserable day and Izzie had only been home a mere ten minutes when there was quick rapping on her door, and she froze. No, nooo, no, no---

She flinched when the knocking began again, and Isobel kicked off her heels and hurried over, trying to come up with a lie to send Archie home. Looking through the peep hole, and she sighed before pulling the door open, "I'm exhausted." That technically wasn't a lie, she hadn't been able to do anything these past few weeks.

Who: ARCHIE AND IZZIE
What: CUTE. Okay, and he meets her evil parents.
Where: The Egg residence
When: Today!

( And didn't proper boyfriends grit their teeth and do proper things, even when it had the potential to end in bodily harm? They DID, dammit! )

Who: Archie MacMillan and Izzie Egg
What: Archie is a very old-fashioned kind of man and Izzie is torn between being annoyed and super-annoyed.
Where: Archie's place!
When: Last night

( We've been sexually active since the end of July, if that's what you mean... )

Who: Archie MacMillan and Isobel Egg
What: Laying down some ground rules, yo!
Where: Isobel's studio
When: Err, today!


( He had to be a love potions master.  )

Who: Isobel Egg and Archie MacMillan
What: Birthday blues and stalkers
Where: Magical Menagerie
When: Like right now!

( We're in a public area, she *can't* curse me )

There was nothing like going shopping, especially with someone who was reluctant to. Malcolm loved clothing and dressing people up, it was a wonder he kept his job as a wardsmith and didn't go into fashion full time. He figured that one fashionista in the family (soon to be!) was enough and he could live vicariously through Psyke and taking his friends out like this. So far he'd been good, just sticking with things that he knew Archie would like, but this he could not resist.

Malcolm reached over the cubicle door and flailed the shirt he had on a hanger, sure to get his friend's attention. "Archie. Take. The. Shirt. And you have to show me you tried it on this time. None of this banging the hanger around and pretending you did and that it didn't fit. I know your size, don't try and pull this on me," he said through the crack in the door, waiting for the shirt to be taken from his hand. He was pretty sure that Archie would find some kind of fault with the not-quite-purple-but-really-blue shirt and give up a protest about it. But that was half the fun, seeing how far he could push Archie into different clothing styles and colors. And the look on Archie's face was definitely funny.

Who: Isobel Egg and Archie MacMillan
What: The Morning-After Sex. No, literally, The Morning After-Sex.
Where: His flat
When: Morning...time >___>; aka Cristina and Ron got anxious
WARNING: This thread was done in two hours and is full of lulz. Beverages and food are discouraged while viewing this thread. If read while listening to ABBA's "Honey Honey" hilariousity will intensify.

( This was proving highly counterproductive. )

Who: Isobel Egg and Archie MacMillan
What: Last minute business and awkwardness
Where: His office

( This was the most awkward situation she'd ever been in during the course of her entire life. )

Archie pressed his fingers to his temple. This was ridiculous.

No, this really was ridiculous. This was a yoga studio, for heaven's sake. Magic not only didn't need to be applied here, but the fact that this infernal woman actually contested her Official warning and resumed the delinquent behavior was simply unbelievable! He'd arrested very few people during the years he'd worked in the Improper Use of Magic department and this was a first. If she had just agreed to cease any and all magical work within the studio, she would have gotten off with a warning and a notification on her permanent record. All in all, not that bad of a deal, especially when magic shouldn't have been employed there in the first place!

He took a deep breath. This was really just nonsense. But, he had to do what he had to do, whether or not it was ridiculous nonsense.

"Isobel Egg," Archie called, knocking his fist against the door, "this is Arcturus MacMillan from earlier. I need to speak with you, please."

Who: Isobel Egg and Arcturus MacMillan
What: He needs to speak to her and she will have none of that
Where: Isobel's Yoga Studio

( Miscreant behavior or not, this woman was deadly with her ability to fold herself into smaller shapes. )