Who: Therese Bonaccord & Michal Conway Lynch
What: UGH
Where: her flat!
When: now

( Michal suddenly felt very, very overwhelmed, and very unable to continue doing what he was doing.  )

WHO: Therese Bonaccord and Michal Conway Lynch~
WHAT: MRMM surprisingly precious thread
WHERE: Bar/lounge/thing
WHEN: Last weekend!

( And how have you been keeping your admirers at bay? )

WHO: Therese Bonaccord and Mackenzie Goldstein
WHAT: :(
WHERE: St. Mungo's
WHEN: Late Friday/Early Saturday

( An hour and a half of Mackenzie sending her the saddest, most sympathetic stare imaginable. )

WHO: Therese Bonaccord & Axe Brookstanton
WHAT: Something that escalates very quickly
WHERE: Kestrel locker room
WHEN: Today

( Why did his words hurt so much, then? )

Who: Therese Bonaccord, Michal Conway Lynch & guest!
What: UNWANTED SURPRISES
When: Today!

( In case you’ve forgotten in these longest two bloody minutes of my life I am completely starkers under this cloak, for you! )

WHO: Therese Bonaccord, Ralph Frobisher, and an unexpected guest
WHAT: Working overtime does not pay off
WHEN: Today after work!
WHERE: Her office!

( She shut her eyes tightly and let out an involuntary shout of fear as Remy Valois kicked over a chair, cursing and swearing in French as he stormily paced the length of her office )

Charlie was pretty sure he'd missed out on a wonderful career as a party planner. As he stared out at the dance floor, which he stood over on a platform where the DJ was spinning a mix of wizard and muggle music (even with some popular French songs that were actually pretty catchy if Charlie said so himself). He wasn't surprised at how many people showed up, but it still nearly startling to see how bloody happy everyone was to be there! Sure, some looked ridiculous with the fake mustaches that were passed out (not required, obviously), but a lot had actually grown out their beards and it was----cool, they tried, they wanted to be there and they wanted to have a good time. Charlie wanted to have a good time.

The Kestrels were not top of the pack, and while he believed in his team completely, the stress of the numbers had been getting to them. A night like this was necessary, and maybe it could rejuvenate the team that had lost some valuable members this season and had done a bit of shifting around. They were still trying to get themselves into place, and it needed to happen faster than it was.

Plus, Axe had been pissy all week that no one had acknowledged the anniversary of his birth.

Charlie grabbed the mic from the DJ and grinned, enjoying colorful scene laid out in front of him. funkybuddha club had been a perfect choice for the night, "Don't everyone tire themselves out! There's still a lot more festivites to look forward to!"

( enter funkybuddha club )

WHO: Therese Bonaccord and a surprise guest in the lift
WHERE: St. Mungo's lift
WHEN: This morning before work!
WHY: Gives the start of an explanation as to why her ex has been harassing her

( Why didn't she take the stairs, it was healthier! )

Therese shut her eyes, taking in a deep breath as she tried to maintain her composure. She could smell his cologne; it made her mind rush back to their summer days in Paris. Her back pressed against the wall and she grimaced.

She had been on her way to the powder room while their dessert made its way to their table, hers and Michal’s. Dessert didn’t feel like the right word, however, because they had not ordered an appetizer or drinks or a main course---it was simply the dessert cart that was being filled with treats and pushed over to their corner table to pick and choose as they wish. It was most certainly a date that they would not call a date, and Therese had been excited before she was cornered in the narrow hallway that led to the loo.

“I don’t understand why you keep doing this,” she said, finally opening her eyes. Remy stood inches away, close enough so that if she tried to get by she would be forced to brush up against him and she knew that was the point. He always did this to her; it used to be thrilling when they were dating, standing just enough away to still feel the other’s body heat. The memories made her uneasy and she turned her head away.

“I am looking out for you, Therese,” he said. “You keep finding yourself dealing with the wrong type of man, I do not believe it is healthy.”

Her eyes shot back to him, “You lied to me for years, used me as a pawn in your auror-games, how could you compare yourself to anything?” In her anger she put her hands up and thrust them at his chest to push him away. He ruined her life, he was not allowed to pass such judgements! Remy let out a laugh and quickly grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands down between them.

“Stop being foolish,” he snarled with a grin.

Who: Therese Bonaccord & Michal Conway Lynch
What: ADORABLE THINGS? OH MON DIEU!
Where: Falmouth shoreline!
When: Today!

( Feeling the burn of abrupt, albeit slight, passivity was not something he had experienced in a while )

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.

Well, it had definitely been a good one.

Finn pushed through the crowd, exhausted, drenched with sweat and rain. The weather had been brutal, making it absolutely impossible to see the snitch, let alone any other ball being thrown around on the pitch; even the players had been hard to make out, and he had cursed the rain and the lightening and thunder. Those zooming on the broomsticks had collided more than once, and he was sure that some of his players and the Kestrels were flying with broken bones. But, no one on either team was willing to sit out the match.

It was the biggest game of their lives, for most of them. He had some champions on his team, hell even Jenkins had a cup under his belt. Some had never been in this spotlight, and some survived on it. Finn was one of those blokes, and in the back of his head he knew that if he didn't catch the snitch tonight that this could quite possibly be his last game. The United's management was notorious when it came to using up a player's skills until they weren't winning anymore. Captains didn't last very long in Puddlemere, and as Finn's feet touched the grass of the pitch, he decided he was going to be much classier than any of the upper management in the United offices could ever be.

He pushed through the crowd, wincing at the fireworks until he spotted the green robes of the person he'd locked his gaze on. No, he wasn't going toward Brookstanton (Finn wasn't that classy), but to the other seeker. He pulled on Broadmoor's arm, knowing the young seeker also had a lot of pride riding on his shoulders because of this match. When he turned him around, Finn's eyes couldn't help but duck down to the wings of the snitch that were poking out the side of Broadmoor's fist, the one-hundred and fifty points that had won the Kestrels the cup. Finn stuck out his hand.

"Nice catch," he said with a firm nod.



ooc: This thread is for anything related to the cup: instant celebrations, deep dark depressions, watching from the crowd---if it relates to the cup, then you can thread it here :)