WHO: Chandler & Wendy Midgen (+ bb Eloise!)
WHAT: JUST CUTENESS OKAY?!
WHERE: The Midgen abode!
WHEN: ERRRRRR yesterday? Today?

( Chandler was greatly flummoxed )

"This is really nice of you," Chandler noted, shifting the ever-growing tower of scrapbook paper in his arms. They were every shade of the rainbow, many with glittery designs that twisted and swirled. Lots of pink, too, that was the main theme; pink hearts, pink bows, pink glitter, pink pink pink. Oh--Lavender too, of course, and Chandler's eyebrows rose as he spotted an aisle of the crafts store that seemed completely dedicated to the color. Huh. He had never actually attempted a craft outside of the tiny projects the library holds in the children's area, but Wendy's determination to create a baby book of sorts for her friend was opening up a whole new world of items to him.

Wendy was opening up a whole new world of a lot of things to him, but glue sticks and stickers was her current project.

Chandler still found it hard to believe that he was actually speaking to Wendy without stuttering, or that his throat didn't close up from nerves. All those years of being terrified to even say her name seemed like such a waste, but he did remind himself (often!) that they were just friends, and he could handle being friends. It was that whole---next level...thing that got his insides all jumbled and twisty.

"Does a person really need all this glitter?" he asked, honestly astounded at the jar of glitter that was nearly as heavy as a dictionary (he often based the weight and size of things off his books---that's what he knew!).

Chandler stayed hopeless out into the library, the middle, empty space where the visitors walked to and away from the various aisles of books. It was his favorite part of the library, the center circle where he could watch who came in and who left, who stayed the longest, what books they might be taken out---Chandler was terrible at dealing with people, but he certainly enjoyed watching them and trying to figure out their story.

Like the woman looking around, seemingly lost. She was very pretty, and looked to be on some sort of a mission. She wasn't here to read for pleasure, Chandler was almost sure. No, no, she was searching for something, and it would probably be something for another person, because you don't come to a library, looking around in such a confused manner, when you had time to figure something out for yourself. Yes, she would probably soon come to the information desk to ask him a question of where to find this book and---holy God almighty it was Wendy Tremaine.

He promptly dropped from his standing position, crouched and attempting to hide under the circular desk. His assistant, Lisa, stared down at Chandler in complete confusion, but her attention was taken by--oh, oh that was her voice.

"Can I help you?" Lisa said sweetly, and Chandler bit back a whine pressing further back into the knobs of the cabinet under the desk.

In all of her years at Hogwarts, in all of her years being a prefect and working on a team full of the best students in Hogwarts, Phoebe Smethwyck had never been as impressed as she was right now as she stared around the Great Hall. Illuminated with candles in all shapes and sizes (and colors, a nifty charm a sixth year had found), the tables surrounding the dance floor were decorated with pumpkins, spiderwebs, and fall leaves, creating a spooky, yet beautiful design. The Ghosts of Hogwarts had volunteered to mingle more than usual (she thanked Nearly Headless Nick profusely, and promised to hold him a belated Death-Day party), captivating the guests with stories---how much truth they held, she couldn't be sure, but they were interesting nonetheless.

The band was a new kind of wizard rock, a bit more political than the Hobgoblins, W.O.A.R. There had been a lot of discussion at the prefect meetings about whether or not they should try and book them, but at the end of the day the naysayers (read: the Slytherins) were outvoted, and the band with the hit song "Do You Believe in M.A.G.I.C" was creating an incredible atmosphere.

So---people looked happy. They were laughing, smiling, and just---happy. Not something Phoebe felt like the wizarding world had been in a long time, and she was glad to be a big part of it.

Now, if only she could find a reason to be happy, herself.

ooc: No wands! Just your ID is needed. Everyone is welcome!