WHO: Bess and Drystan Fawcett
WHAT: Big news before the big game!
WHEN: TODAY before Scotland and Italy!
WHERE: World Cup Stadium!

( ... it wasn't her fault that her husband was caring enough to notice the frazzled state she was in. )

Her thighs were beginning to hurt, she'd been digging her elbows into them for so long. Bess' face had been hidden in her hands for--she couldn't tell you how long, as Drystan read over the documents she'd received in the post today. She'd somehow managed not to burst into hysterics, but all she could say was that the shock Chester had put her in had forced the tears away.

He didn't want to be a part of Sadie's life, he wanted to ruin hers. And--and Bess had been very good at not being selfish and self-centered, but she knew for a fact that Chester just...hated that she wasn't his and that he couldn't control her and fuck! Just---fuck!

It felt like the universe didn't want her to be happy. Barely two weeks ago she had been the happiest she'd ever been in her life, and it was crashing down already. Of course, she should be beyond grateful that Drystan was willing to go through these trials with her, but right now all she could think of was how Sadie was going to be affected. Her daughter had this lovely life being set up with her, finally with a father figure who wasn't going anywhere, and a little brother! Already! Sadie loved Drystan and Stephen so much, already, and to throw that monster of a father--

---Chester was not, nor will he ever be Sadie's father.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do," she let out, finally dropping her hands. "I've got--no solid evidence about how really dangerous he is."

All right, so she wasn't so sure what this blonde woman's problem with her was, but she wasn't going to let it detract from how happy she was with Drystan. Silly fangirls (ironically enough, as that other woman had said) were no threat to her. After all, she had a child with Drystan, surely that was a tighter bond than anything this 'Bess' could come up with.

She just had to make sure that Drystan didn't get unnecessarily distracted by this woman - that meant that she had to kick up her game a little. She'd picked something nice and sexy out and then taken a few photos of her ... well, removing that something nice and sexy, and now she was planning to slide them into the mailbox so that Drystan would find them when he came to check the mail when he arrived home.

Then she'd head upstairs and settle into the bed, wait for him to come in all hot and bothered ... it was an ideal plan.

So distracted with this brilliance was she that she didn't even bother to see who had just stepped into the lobby.

Who: Drystan and Bess
What: Dinner! And its multiple interruptions ;]
Where: Drystan's flat
When: Ermmmmm last night?

( --because this flat was not big enough for all the babies she wanted to have with him. )

NOTE Backdated to a few days after New Year's.

Two months was nowhere near enough time to adjust to having a son.

Barring a few rare cases, most men had nine months to prepare for the appearance of a child in their lives. Drystan had a matter of hours to accept a newly one-year-old into his life, a single parent. It was fortunate he was well-to-do, so the matter of taking care of him, finding sitters when Quidditch called him away from home, was never a problem financially. He was clothed, fed, and other than that troubling feeling of why his mother never came when she cried for him, Drystan thought he and Stephen had taken to one another very well, in a parent/child respect. If he'd thought about it before Stephen had ever come into his custody, Drystan might have balked at the prospect of him becoming a father so young. There was so much he wanted to do in his life, so many things that had to come before children did.

But any time he felt resentment, or sadness, that he, too, was suddenly forced to grow up more than he wanted to, a simple glance at Stephen fixed that. Drystan needed the little boy as much as the little boy had needed him.

That did not mean that Drystan had any idea what to do with a baby, however. When the pediatric division of St. Mungo's owled him, informing him that Stephen was overdue for his inoculations, he immediately panicked. Was Stephen going to die without them? Or fall dreadfully ill? Was something going to happen to his nephew that was his fault?

Everyone assured him no, but Drystan thought it safer to have whatever needed to be done finished as soon as possible, though, and so he was waiting in the evening, baby in lap, hoping one of the Healers would be calling Stephen's name soon.

Why...was there someone knocking on his door at 8:30 in the goddamn morning?

Noah lifted his head from his pillow to listen again, maybe it was just a dream? Ah, yes--no! There was actually knocking? He narrowed his eyes to make sure that the clock actually did read 8:30, and was now sure that someone was coming to repossess his furniture or some obnoxious shit like that. Because with the way his week was going, that's exactly what would be happening.

He drooped out of bed like a slug, and shuffled his way down the stairs to the front door. Terry had still been fast asleep when he passed his door, and with the planetarium not opening until 10 these days (why open any earlier when you had no visitors until after lunch time?), Noah liked to sleep in as often as he could. Usually he had the warmth of Odette waking up beside him, but seeing as she was now ignoring him again because of a fight (because that's how adults handled these sorts of things, you know), Noah was actually glad he had to get up. Forced him to ignore the fact that he'd been alone, yet again, last night.

Peering through the peephole, Noah stared for a good ten seconds before opening the door with a very confused, flustered expression. He blinked at Drystan (and the baby in his arms) before running a hand through his hair and opening the door wider, "It's too early for debauchery and uncharted territories."

Getting married was absolutely terrifying. No matter how smoothly Gabriel proceeded through the planning, the discussions, and the actual event, he was holding back getting sick the second he could catch a moment to himself. He knew he didn't love Rachel yet, which might be the reason why he was finding himself so nervous as they sat at the head table of their reception, but he did honestly---he did honestly believe that he could fall in love with this woman. She was fiery with a mind of her own, and though some people might be irritated by it, Gabriel actually appreciated the way she took control of things. He had always been a bit of a follower, and it was easy to agree with Rachel because her reasoning simply made sense.

The reception did look fantastic. Gabriel couldn't believe it was all put together within two short months, but then again he was learning that Rachel was a woman who set her goals and refused to leave them unfinished. Maybe he should look at that as a good thing; surely someone who did not want to get married would not have put so much effort into the ceremony? Or she simply wanted to throw the most beautiful wedding of them all, simply because she could. He didn't know, and didn't mind not finding out as long as they remained content with each other.

He did find her very interesting, however, and that was the first thing a Ravenclaw looked for in a spouse. Maybe all of his concerns were for naught, and it was simply wedding day jitters. His parents had been arranged in a similar manner, and they were still quite happily married (and sometimes nauseatingly sweet about it, too). Gabriel turned and smiled at Rachel, pushing his chair out and offering his hand, "Would you like to dance?"

A chorus of glasses clinging supported Gabriel, and he flushed slightly at all the attention that was on them, once again.


ooc: guest list! We did our best, but if we missed someone let us know!

She was finding men to be quite useless, or at least, terrible at doing things for themselves.

She and Sadie had dropped by Drystan's flat to drop off some cookies her daughter had been very proud of along with some presents for Stephen, and found that the place was completely void of Christmas decorations. How could he have not decorated for Stephen? For himself! It was Sadie that asked where the tree was, and after a few hours of struggling and order giving (by Sadie! Definitely not by Bess), there was some sort of Christmas cheer going on in the place.

Bess stretched to latch a red ornament to a high branch, wondering how on earth Drystan had thought it would be all right not to decorate when you had a child. Maybe he still wasn't used to the idea of being a father, but still. She also had no idea when she'd found herself comfortable enough with the man to nearly demand they go and purchase a tree, but---that's what friends did. Plus, Sadie really adored Drystan, and she would be going on and on about how sad his flat looked if Bess didn't do something about it.

Right.

Well---she liked decorating the muggle way, because that's what her father had always insisted on when they were growing up, so he could be involved. Bess didn't particularly care for her father anymore, but she did value traditions, and that was what Christmas was all about. She caught sight of Drystan as he entered the living room, and Bess dropped down to her feet, thrusting the ornament out to him, "Tall person. Come here and help."

Who: Bess Zeller and Drystan Fawcett
What: Drystan has been secretly paying a portion of Bess' rent, and she just found out!
Where: HIS flat
Status: Finishing in comments!

( Hello, I hope I'm not intruding. )

Halloween was her favorite day of the year, outside of her birthday. And Christmas. And Valentine's Day! It was still pretty up there, considering that there were 365 days in the bloody year! Liz couldn't handle the excitement, whether it be from dressing Katie up in adorable little outfits (plural, because she simply could not pick one obnoxiously cute costume for her daughter) or doing her hair or making Ian dress up and the candy!

Ohhhh, the candy.

It was probably not a good idea to be on a full blown sugar rush when you left for a big party like this, but her fans (she had FANS!) were used to her rapid paced talk! So this should be the norm for everyone, because Liz Bell was a show stopper! The red carpet was sooo much fun, and the Bells were just sofreakinggoodlooking so why would the cameras not flash at them and sigh.

Halloween was the best ever.

"How are my buns?" she asked without looking up, unsure if she had wandered away from her husband or not. There were so many pretty costumes and lights and shiny things...it really wasn't her fault if she'd gotten lost in the crowd.

Oh my god this was so much fun! Forced bonding was the best ever!

Except not.

At all.

Unconsciousness seemed incredibly pleasing right about now.

Odette had thought about 'mistakingly' hitting herself in the head earlier (an idea she completely blamed on Drystan, since he had thought of it), because it would be so much less painful than the self-served hell she was enduring now, but. They would no doubt revive her within seconds, not only leaving the empty feeling of failure but handing out a free pass of verbal abuse for the rest of the week.

So, unfortunately, Odette was forced to stay awake the entire time, participating in every activity there was to participate in. Name games, ball of string sharing, trust falls--- honestly. Honestly. The day she trusted Seth Wadcock to catch her without groping would be the day that Poseidon sprouted wings, flew into the sky and became a constellation.

At least the day was finally over, and they were allowed to recluse back into their cliques that made the Montrose Magpies what they were. Pulling apart a piece of bread slowly, Odette sporadically threw the pieces into the campfire (of course there was a campfire) while she watched it burn. "I can't believe it's only the first day," she whined, pulling her knees closer to her chin as she looked to Drystan sitting next to her. "I cannot suffer through a whole week of this."

UPDATE! - An hour and a half after the initial report

"Diagon Alley is in a state of emergency, an earthquake has hit and shaken everyone and thing to its core. The Ministry of Magic has shut its doors---only aurors, hitwizards, and other authorized personnel may enter. Victims rescued from the Ministry will be sent directly to Hogwarts.

St. Mungo's is in a similar state; they are taking injuries off the street, but are overflowing and understaffed. Please, any retired healers, nurses, or medi wizards, your expertise is needed. Some overflow of St. Mungo's patients are being relocated to various wizarding locations outside of London, stay tuned for more information on that.

This day just keeps getting weirder-----tornadoes have struck various locations across the United Kingdom. Lanchashire, Bristol, Dublin, Hogsmeade, and Essex are currently reporting tornado strikes.

No---no casualties have been announced, as of yet. Hopefully it stays that way.



Sid--I'm just going to keep talking until you respond.



CHARACTERS INJURED 1-4 CAN RESPOND IMMEDIATELY! This will be updated as time goes by/we stop feeling evil