WHO: Drystan & Bess Fawcett (and Brian!)
WHAT: Something momentous is happening in the Fawcett Household!
WHERE: FAWCETT HOUSEHOLD lmao
WHEN: Today! Sure!

( ...his mouth was the new home of the Sahara desert and his eyes were practically charmed to stay open. )

WHO: Fawcetts
WHAT: Emoooooo
WHERE: New place in Ottery St. Catchpole
WHEN: night of 14th Nov

( There was no desire to go back to how they were, because how they were was living on eggshells they didn’t know existed. )

WHO: Drystan and Bess Fawcett
WHAT: Bess has a surprising proposition
WHERE: Their flat
WHEN: Tonight!

( Perfect for quidditch. )

WHO: Charlie Spinnet and Drystan Fawcett!
WHAT: Uh oh!
WHERE: Before the Kestrel/United match tonight!

( Like hell was Charlie going to follow Drystan down some empty hallway where no one could hear him scream. )

With Sadie and Stephen having begged to stay over at their grandmother's for the night, Bess pushed her way back into their flat with Brian sound asleep against her chest. Her boy had exhausted himself, crawling like an animal around the spacious, baby-proofed cottage. Part of Bess had wished to stay along with her older two kids, finally feeling like her parents' home was a place of comfort and happiness, especially when her own flat had been filled with such anxiety and tension. She'd stayed the night in Sadie's room after her fight with Drystan, trying her best to make her daughter think it was just a girls-night sleepover. Sadie hadn't been fooled, however, and her daughter's concern had made it very hard to go the night without crying.

That cold disappointment was the worst feeling she'd ever had during her marriage to Drystan. It was the one thing she never thought she would feel, and Bess couldn't imagine how she was going to fix this. She hadn't been able to talk to Penny, and hoped that the girl had managed to avoid her husband while he was away at quidditch practice.

He would be home now though, hopefully. As anxious as she was to really see him since the fight, Bess needed to know that he hadn't left. Merlin, she didn't know if he could handle it if Drystan wasn't home.

"Hello?" she called out, hoping to hear a response. Or maybe he wouldn't respond, and she'd have to go looking for him, but as long as he was there...

WHO: Drystan & Penelope Fawcett
WHAT: Someone has an over-reaction, or: A long, self-indulgent narrative!
WHERE: Fawcett residence
WHEN: Erm... I guess technically yesterday, but we'll say this afternoon!

( What has your life been reduced to Penelope? Let's look, shall we? )

He was in a mood. If asked, Drystan's reply would of course be that it was caused by the gossip feature and his wife's appearance in it. If someone else had been asked, they might have said his mood had been going on for a time longer than that. However, if his teammates had noticed he was a surlier sort of quiet, the matter hadn't been remarked upon. Nonetheless, he could feel the dark edges of temper creeping up on him, waiting to surpass the boiling point. As a matter of course, Drystan considered himself an even-natured sort, not prone to extremes of emotions. His family had a passionate nature, so biology had taken it upon itself to make him the stalwart. There were exceptions, of course, very memorable ones, like the times he never acted out but ought to have built upon themselves to the point of exploding. But they were few and far between, and he tried not to dwell on them. Drystan tried for a shower, hoping to relax and ease his foul state of mind, but the hot steam was a catalyst for the searing headache he'd been flirting with all during practice and left him simply in a blacker mood than before.

Even the prospect of coming home after a long day gave him no real relief. Barely sparing a moment to notice Penelope had evidently taken the children out for a night, he forewent the usual niceties and greetings to his wife and instead threw a copy of the Tattler on the table and pressed his hand to his closed eyes. "If you're going to carry on assignations with my rival players, you might avoid the cameras."

WHO: Bess & Drystan Fawcett
WHAT: Drystan finds something that isn't his..
WHERE: Their flat
WHEN: After Hawaii!

( She was his wife, after all. His. Them. Together. Together didn't do the things running through his head. )

Of course the party had a slight theme of blue and yellow. It wasn't blatantly obvious, but as Bess shifted the United blue napkins to the perfect angle, she couldn't help but beam at how proud she was of the entire gathering. People were happy to see each other, mingling and looking relaxed; the party was exclusive to the players and their guests, so there were no cameramen or journalist---the only pictures being taken were by the players themselves, who seemed to be having a good time goofing off before work began again. Bess had really never thought about being one of those wives, that hosted parties and entertained guests, but---she had to admit that it was quite fun.

The garden looked beautiful. Bess wasn't quite sure how Drystan had so easily managed to get the space, but she wasn't going to complain. Her husband had tricks up his sleeve that she'd probably never fully figure out. Plus, she'd gotten her sister-in-law out of her flat and now Penelope was somewhere around here...hopefully talking to a handsome bloke (but just talking! Only talking!).

Bess couldn't be more pleased with herself. She let out a breath and shook her head at a few players who were on their fourth glass of champagne.

At first Chester was pissed. Nearly killed the girl on the spot when he realised it wasn't Bess. How could he bugger up something so simple. But then as the girl sobbed when he had his wand pressed against her throat, he figured out just who he had. He smirked, this would work out just as well.

~~~~~~~~~

"So tragic. All these kidnappings." Chester commented from behind his paper when Drystan walked by his table. He let the paper fall at its fold revealing his face. "I'm sorry to see your sister is among the unfortunate ones who were taken. Such a shame." He said filling his voice with false sympathy.

"Although," Chester mused putting the prophet down on the table, pictures of the missing looking up at them. "Most of these people were taken for political reasons, it doesn't make any since that your sister was taken. I hope she wasn't hanging around the wrong crowd." He took a sip of his coffee glancing up at Drystan as if he were talking casually to a friend. "or maybe she just decided to take the opportunity to run off."


[ooc: this is from my phone cause Chester is LOUD and impatient...I'll fix errors tonight when I get home]

Seth was laying out on the grass of the pitch staring up at the sky, while he waited for everyone else to show up.  He had tried sitting in the team room but just ended up pacing back and forth and stressing himself out even more.  So he came out to the pitch where he was always more relaxed.

He ran his hands over his face as he tried to get his thoughts together.  Maybe Odette was right in thinking that this was all a bad idea.  But he had to at least try.  All he had to do was present his case, ask for a vote and let the chips fall as they may.  If they all wanted to keep Drystan as captain, then fine, he wouldn't bring it up again.  This was only because he had originally intended it to be a temporary step down, so it should all be settled before the new season.  And give him some credit, it wasn't like he didn't already know how this was going to turn out, it would just be better if it was official.

"Oh hey"  Seth blinked looking up as a shadow was cast over his face.  "Anyone else here yet?"

Who: Fawcetts!
What: Breaking the news
When: Yesterday evening

( Important news around this household usually meant life-altering )

WHO: Finn McLaggen and the newest United
WHAT: Introductions of sorts
WHERE: McLaggen House
WHEN: Today!

( Looking forward to working with you, Captain )

Had Scotland won? Were they ahead by much? Who had even caught the snitch?

Despite playing an active role in the match, supposedly, Drystan had not one clue as to any of these questions, nor did he recall much to any of the events immediately before, during, or after. All he knew was, half of him wanted the match to go on for a very, very long time (so long, in fact, he wouldn't really ever have to come down), and half of him wanted to catch the bloody golden thing himself, just to end it sooner. Sooner or later, of course, he had to touch down, and after being swept up by his teammates and other personnel on the field, he numbly remembered there was something very, very important that had to be dealt with it.

They'd seen the kids off with Penelope, and made their way home in relative silence, but it was not to last.

"When did you find out?" he asked, gently.