Who: Will Jugson & Anneliese Rosenberg
What: Crazy crazy
Where: Their house
When: Tonight

( She wanted him to not worry that she had possibly just killed someone and needed his help to keep her out of Azkaban. )

Anneliese heaved a deep sigh, letting the book she had been attempting to read fall down onto the table. This was just--- why was Bertram still sitting here? She had yet to figure out why he was sitting across from her at the same table, even after a few minutes of obvious silence. Well, at least he hadn't done anything...yet. But no boy, let alone one the likes of Bertram Aubrey simply sat at a table in the library to read. Or do nothing. Even Will, when he had been in school, had never been mild-mannered enough to simply read. Well. Maybe that was a bit different, because they had been dating during that time, but.

She sat back in her chair, face giving a twitch of misunderstanding. He must really be reading. Or pretending to read. Either way, he was doing a very good job of convincing her of what he wasn't, or was, doing. Alright, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Are you really reading that?" Anneliese asked, leaning forward in her chair to prop her elbows on the table. Why was she even talking to him? Ugh, no, she knew that reason; because he was interesting.

Who: Rhys Nott, Will Jugson, and Amadeus Bole (NPC)
What: Taking care of business
Where: Bole's household
When: Noonish, today

( Alright, now you can kill him )

His lunch break should be spent eating lunch, not trying out cake. Though, by looks of things, he was going to have his fill of wedding cake and would be terribly sluggish for the rest of the day, and---ergh. At least it was good. Most of it, anyway. Will wasn't having a hard time doing wedding planning, because he and Anneliese, they managed to agree on a lot of things. Plus he wasn't all that interested--well, no, he was interested, but he wasn't that hard to please. If anything, Erin would go out with Anneliese and they'd have their fun, Will trusted his sister to not make things too girly. She always had his best interests in mind.

...who was he kidding, Will went on these things to make sure the hall wasn't decked out in pink and lavender and he was stuck wearing a grotesque set of frilly robes.

"We should just do chocolate and be done with it," he said with an affirmative nod, pointing at the last plate they'd tried. The table seemed to go on for kilometers, and the women trying to sell them the cake was off fixing a catastrophe in the kitchen. Will took a new fork (such a waste of forks, a new one for each cake--) and jabbed the latest piece, pulling a face at the lemon flavor. "Eeearrgh, no."