There had to be a word for the wonderful feeling a person felt when they woke up before their alarm clock and realized they still had at least an hour of sleep left. A creak of a door had awoken Louis from a rather deep slumber, and his bleary eyes checked his clock for the time. 5:02 AM, yes, good, his alarm would not go off for another hour and twenty-eight minutes. If he fell back asleep now, he would ensure himself at least another hour and twenty-five.

Today was going to be a big day at work. Louis had been preparing his proposal for an international youth exchange program that would allow young wizards and witches from all over the world to experience life in wizarding London. It would bring tourism, which would then build jobs! There would be new ideas sprouted, the ministries would have connections for years to come, there were simply a thousand things that could come from this.

But he could not start thinking of them now, as he only had one hour and twenty-three minutes left to sleep. Louis let out a breath from his nose and settled back into his bed.

WHO: LOTTIE SWEETING & ADIAN ROSENBERG
WHAT: WHOA
WHERE: HERRRR FLAT
WHEN: TONIGHT!

( How was this a thing that was happening? )

Who: Delilah and Henry
What: Henry crashes Delilah's pity party
Where: Delilah's flat
When: Now?


( You’ve become a bit of a bad habit )

Scarlett truly hated playing against the Wasps. Ludo Bagman’s face on that gigantic screen brought literal pains to her chest, and it was as if he made it a point to be in her line of vision just to flash her that smirk of his. Ugh. Playing for the Wasps had been the worst season of her life and she hated having to relive it every time they played in Wimbourne.

It was probably an attempt at a scare tactic, she thought as she readied herself for the quickly approaching swarm of players. Bagman was trying to get into her head so that she got distracted, but Scarlett was better than that. It was going to take more than his ugly face to get that quaffle through one of her hoops. Left, right, left, she watched the red ball get tossed back and forth, just out of the grasp of their chaser. Carys was going to swoop in at any second from below, and Tristan from the top, but until then---

She winced at the sight of a bludger smacking the Wasps’ chaser straight in the gut, sending him flying off his broom. Her eyes followed the quaffle that had dropped down with him. Scarlett lurched forward to accept the ball from Carys (coming from below, as she had predicted), and it was only because of the gasp of the crowd that she looked up and managed to see the broomstick before it hit her.

( The crowd fell silent. )

Who: Cameron and a new friend
What: Random chats
When: Wee hours of the morning
Where: At a muggle dinner

( I’m already expecting a big tip, even if that’s not the case )

Psyke, in all her frivolous antics and ways, truly hated seeing people in pain, especially those dearest to her. Her brother had been the most important man in her life for as long as she could remember, and while she had hated him for many of those years, they were long gone and buried away. So when he banged on her door at three in the morning completely out of his mind on some sort of panic attack combined with too many pills, well. She'd been in a right state for a few weeks. Psyke had watched her brother plummet into the depths his addiction could take him one too many times, and now she was taking it into her own hands. Alex didn't have anyone to take care of him this time, which Psyke had realized quickly had been the cause of his breakdown. Watching your ex-wife get married and be so very happy about it could do that to a person.

She could really kick Graciela. Not because---well! Psyke knew that it had been her brother who caused the end of the relationship, she did, but Alex was her brother and she didn't appreciate him having to look at his ex's happy journal entries or have the literal wedding invitation shoved into his face. Even Zacharias wasn't helping with all of his excitement about the wedding, and Psyke knew that the only way her brother could truly get over his disease was to completely isolate himself from the world.

So that brought her here, after weeks of not being able to see Alex, to their first visitation day. And...of course she'd gotten the time wrong, and was an hour early. Brilliant, perfect. Psyke was told that the 'serenity garden' was a nice way to take up time, but she found herself sitting on a bench and plucking the petals off a pink flower in hopes that someone would tell her to stop destroying the flora and let her see Alex earlier. With a great big sigh, Psyke looked up from her mutilated flower, only to have her jaw drop.

"What the bleeding hell are you doing here?" She gawked at Michal Conway Lynch, who was sitting on the bench directly across the path. Psyke didn't fix her slouched posture, but her legs uncrossed as her feet dropped to the ground.

WHO: Matt Summerby and Delilah Spinnet
WHAT: Errrr ;(
WHERE: Delilah's flat
WHEN: Last Tuesday? Some time last week.

( I don't--- I never wanted be right )

She could honestly say that she had not been happier in her life. Today, it marked the official beginning to the rest of her days, and Graciela Pennifold was grateful for all that God had brought her. Edward was a literal dream come true, Zacharias was growing into such a smart, charismatic young man, and her friends and family loved their little family enough to venture out to her homeland of Portugal to celebrate their wedding.

Their wedding! It had been a long time coming, but they were here, she and Edward were now husband and wife. The Pennifolds! She would never get tired of it, never. As she fluttered happily between the tables of guests and managing to not trip on the skirt of her dress, Graciela's smile could not falter. Switching from English, to Portuguese, to even a little Spanish, Graciela's mind was a whirl of joy and excitement. There was dancing, twirling, laughing, and kisses on top of kisses.

Graciela had never been happier.

After a particularly big twirl out of her brother's arms, Graciela's trajectory sent her straight to Edward. Her husband. She laughed in excitement at the sight of him and of course greeted him with a kiss, which was accompanied by hoots and hollers and clinking champagne glasses.

"Casamento fica bem em você," she murmured, having been lost in her native tongue. She hung her arms lazily over his shoulders and Graciela scrunched her nose, "Marriage looks very good on you, meu amor.


ooc; tentative guest list!

WHO: Oliver Comstock and Nona Pepper
WHAT: FEELS
WHERE: ITALY
WHEN: LIKE TWO MONTHS AGO I'M SO SORRY

( You don't mean that, do you? )

He felt quite smug, and attempted to wipe the look off his face before he knocked on Penelope's door. It was a very hard thing for Louis Bonaccord to do when he was particularly pleased with himself, so Penelope should be quite impressed with him if he managed to look nonchalant. It was her birthday and Louis had spent most of the time he was should have been devoting to reports this past week to plotting out her evening. Their evening. Penelope's evening.

But he was coming to find that having your first date be a trip to New York, to Times Square on New Year's Eve of all bloody days, managed to make it difficult to try and think of something better. Penelope had come out for his birthday and he had thoroughly enjoyed her company, but he didn't think that a wild, world cup-frantic pub was something that she would imagine for her own birthday celebrations.

In a moment of sheer genius, Louis had figured it out. He hoped so. He believed he had, and wondered if it was the fact that he was now knocking on her front door that his confidence was wavering. This had better work. He and Adian had worked their tails off.

The front door opened and he grinned, and he cocked his head slightly as he said, "Happy birthday, Penelope. Are you ready for your trip around the world?"

WHO: Cameron Montgomery & Nicola Scarpin!
WHAT: LAMB CHOPS!!
WHEN: now!
WHERE: outside!

( But even that she was beginning to regret, for he had a very nice bum that hadn’t really any part in her egregious attack. )

WHO: Seth Wadcock & Michal Conway Lynch
WHAT: where have you been for the last three weeks Michal?
WHERE: SCOTTISH COUNTRYSIDE
WHEN: now!

( Sounds about right. They hate fun here. )

WHO: Matt Summerby and his house guests
WHAT: Stuff. Things.
WHERE: His house
WHEN: Tonight

( How drunk was he? )

Her hair was in a tight braid, she had on sunglasses that could work as mirrors with the way they reflected everything, and on top of her head was a low-brimmed hat.

Maggie did not want to be caught seen having this conversation with her brother. They had been in correspondence through owls and journal entries, but meetings like this had been few and far between. Geoff was basically a leper in the quidditch world, and while Maggie knew about the trouble he'd gotten himself into, it would be hard to explain to the league, the players she considered family, her own family...Merlin, her parents were out of their minds with worry, with disappointment, it---it wasn't a good place to be in.

But Geoffrey was her brother and he'd helped her out in more ways than she could remember. Maggie was sure she would be dead if it wasn't for his quick thinking and vase smashing on Braith Selwyn's head. She owed him, so she would meet up for him at the dank Hog's Head pub, even if she was deep in disguise.

"You couldn't have found a cleaner establishment?" Maggie said lowly as she wiped down the seat of her stool before sitting upon it. She frowned at Geoffrey, who looked worse for wear. Her expression softened. "How are you?"