Who: Drystan Fawcett & Saoirse Mullet
What: HE IS A GOOD MENTOR
Where: Mungo's
When: this afternoon!

( Girls from the year 1981 were trouble. )

Rose had both arms wrapped around one of Octavius', swinging her legs with pointed toes as they walked down the cobbled street. That had been a nice date, with nice weather, nice food--- nice everything! They should have more dates like that one! Just calm, relaxed and--- happy! She just felt so happy in this moment, and not because of the beverage they had been drinking, but because they were getting back to normal again, with genuine happy feelings, and--- it just made her so happy to be happy with her boyfriend!

"Ohh, ohh, we should go get-- get---" Rose patted Octavius every time the word at the tip of her tongue escaped her. Desserts! Make desserts? No no, it was like pie but not really at all-- "Tarts!" she exclaimed happily, jumping slightly as it finally came to her. Though, she was rather full, so maybe something less heavy? "Or maybe whipped cream." Her smile curled into a grin as she her thoughts wandered, despite looking up to Octavius playfully. Her eyes strayed, just for a second and---

"Look it's Kendall!" she pointed, interrupting herself as she spotted their friend through the bar window they were walking by. What was he doing all alone by himself? That was sad. He had friends! He wasn't a loner! He shouldn't be looking sad! Though, the Kestrels had just lost to Pride, so that was kind of sad because who wanted them still winning?

Getting a smart idea, Rose turned back to Octavius. "Let's go say hi!" she said quickly, letting go of him to skip to the pub. It felt like she and Kendall hadn't talked in ages--- well, not really, but... just not as much as usual? With their schedules, and Thomas, and everything else... she didn't know what was going on with him. That was not acceptable.

"HI!" Rose exclaimed, promptly resting her elbow on the bar and her chin in her hand as she plopped herself in the seat next to Kendall.

Tim let out a breath, taking the rambling, upset hitwizard by the shoulders.

"Bianca, go home," he said, bending at the knees to look the girl in the eyes. She frowned, shaking her head. Tim knew she felt guilty, like she was the cause of all this, but he couldn't let her. He had to be the strong one because he hadn't been there to protect his wife and son. Bianca had been the one that had put up the fight, she had been the one who had gotten hurt, so he couldn't let her give anymore. "You don't have to stand guard."

"But what if---"

Tim shook his head and calmly explained to Bianca that she herself had a child to go home to, and that she couldn't spend all of her time at St. Mungo's. As much as Tim wanted to have a guard, a hitwizard, an auror, anyone at Adamina's door while she recovered, he knew that it just wasn't possible, or fair. And---he was here now. He wouldn't let anything happen to his wife or son, not again, not on his life. When Bianca finally resigned and left, Tim let out another sigh and went back into his sleeping wife's room. It was dark, and he crossed the room to pull the shades slightly. He stared out the window at the busy London streets, letting his mind wander.