It was a strange feeling, having to keep off your feet. Especially when being on your feet was what you did for a living. Estella's bones had settled, but because of the strange break the healers had recommended she keep her foot elevated and to not put much pressure on it for the next few days. The potions were working, but they had to work slowly to make sure everything was completely back together.

She winced as she wiggled her toes, the only part of her foot visible from the end of her pink cast. She felt silly for finding herself in this predicament and wanted to have someone to blame other than herself, but it really was only her fault. She had let one of the older students take on a class, and while trying to not so subtly watch the girl like a hawk, she'd stumbled mid pirouette and had gotten caught up in a nearby stool.

Estella let out a sigh of frustration and dropped her head back into the arm of the couch she was currently sprawled across. Her mother had graciously taken the children off her hands, Adamina had full control of the studio, and Caden was being a wonderful husband and running some errands. The house was a beautiful, eerie silent that any working mother would be grateful for.

It had only been twelve hours and she was miserable. Estella put a pillow over her face and let out a whine. This was torture!

She landed flat-footed, the sound of the impact of her feet against the wood floor echoing across the empty studio. Estella held herself in her crouched position, taking in deep breaths before straightening and running a frustrated hand through her hair. She was not landing the last jump and twist properly and this had to be the tenth time she’d gone through the entire routine only to mess up the last step. Whether it be because she’d done it so many times or because of the fact that she was finding herself progressively more dizzy after each spin, she wasn’t sure. The Mid Winter Recital was only three weeks away, she had to figure this out! All of the teachers put on a showcase, and Estella’s led into the advanced group’s dance. If she fell flat, then the girls would start off on the wrong foot---literally.

The door of the studio creaked open and she waved a hand as she made her way to the opposite end of the floor, assuming it was Tony, who was always very quick to give her tips and correct her posture. “Watch this and tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

Concentrating, Estella took a few steps back and repeated the dreaded formation, once again landing flat-footed.

“Damn it,” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. She put her hand against the barre and took a deep breath, letting the room stop spinning before she looked up. “What on earth---Caden!”

Estella flushed a dark red at the sight of her husband. He of course had been to her performances, but that was different. Performances were perfectly executed with pretty costumes, lighting, and makeup, not in tights with no music and lots of sweat. She pushed her hair down, “What are you doing here? I mean---hi!”

Charlie was pretty sure he'd missed out on a wonderful career as a party planner. As he stared out at the dance floor, which he stood over on a platform where the DJ was spinning a mix of wizard and muggle music (even with some popular French songs that were actually pretty catchy if Charlie said so himself). He wasn't surprised at how many people showed up, but it still nearly startling to see how bloody happy everyone was to be there! Sure, some looked ridiculous with the fake mustaches that were passed out (not required, obviously), but a lot had actually grown out their beards and it was----cool, they tried, they wanted to be there and they wanted to have a good time. Charlie wanted to have a good time.

The Kestrels were not top of the pack, and while he believed in his team completely, the stress of the numbers had been getting to them. A night like this was necessary, and maybe it could rejuvenate the team that had lost some valuable members this season and had done a bit of shifting around. They were still trying to get themselves into place, and it needed to happen faster than it was.

Plus, Axe had been pissy all week that no one had acknowledged the anniversary of his birth.

Charlie grabbed the mic from the DJ and grinned, enjoying colorful scene laid out in front of him. funkybuddha club had been a perfect choice for the night, "Don't everyone tire themselves out! There's still a lot more festivites to look forward to!"

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WHO: Estella & Caden Flint
WHAT: :(
WHERE: Their House
STATUS: Finishing in comments!

( Any bit of joy felt like a betrayal to Florence )

Ever since practice had started up again, Caden found himself at home less and less. It was always how it went, him seeing his family early in the morning just to come home to them after a day of intense training, tired and often times frustrated. He couldn’t even remember the last time he and Estella had an entire weekend to themselves, which was what made him think to ask Ellie – she said she was looking for a job, which made him assume she needed money, and he had a way for her to earn it that also worked to his benefit.

He used to be terrified of asking anyone to watch Marcus, because he feared more for their safety and sanity. He was quite a handful, there was no getting around that, but some maternal affection and some discipline had tamed the beast. He was still a terror most of the time, but Caden was proud of how far he had come.

His relationship with his biological son was…complicated, to say the least. Those who knew this usually knew how to handle Marcus’ blatant cries for attention, and why he was so misbehaved, which was a relief to Caden who didn’t have to sound like he was making excuses for him. Ellie was one of those people, though at the time everything was happening, she was probably too young to truly understand why Caden didn’t have the same bond with his son as other fathers did with theirs. Ellie also knew Jacob from all the time she worked with Estella, which left little Lizzy as the only Flint child that his teammates sister wasn’t all too familiar with.

Caden shifted on the bench he was sitting on, looking out to watch all the people who were passing by. He'd switch between keeping an eye out for Ellie and just spending some time being by himself with his thoughts. As much as he loved his family, and as much as he loved playing for Puddlemere, he appreciated moments like these - where he could just sit and exist, and not have to worry about a million different things...like earning back over 400 points during the course of the season, or making sure that Snitch wasn't off eating one of the kids toys, or Estella's shoes.

Running her fingers through the folds of her dress, Glenda let no pleat or invisible lint go unattended to as she sat. Her dress was far too beautiful for those kinds of blemishes, and the task had proven to be a manageable distraction that was getting her through the rest of the night until it was professionally and socially acceptable to leave.

Oh, that sounded horrible. She really shouldn't be so unwilling to attend her own party. The WWN had really outdone itself, inviting practically the whole of the Wizarding World to help 'welcome her back' to Britain's airwaves. The network had been more than happy to accept her back when she (Sturgis) had contacted them, but had made no mention of something like this until last week after everything had been finalized. All she had asked for was her job back, but apparently her celebrity status had grown substantially with her absence and things like this had become necessary.

She had spent the first good part of the party clutching tightly onto Sturgis' arm, feeling not only uneasy but lost as witch after wizard continued to appear in front of her, asking questions, telling jokes and attempting to have ernest conversations with the woman of the hour. It felt strange having so many familiar faces and names rushed back upon her, and many times already she had wished she was her formal self. If this had been three years ago, Glenda knew she would have chatted up the entire room already instead of giving half-empty smiles, dutiful nods and soft answers.

Now, though, Sturgis had long ago left her side. A tactic she knew no doubt had been purposefully planned down to the minute. It had generated the same feeling within Glenda when he had shown up an hour early before this whole thing started, asking if she minded escorting him, and then offering to drop Tristan off at her Aunt and Uncle's to ensure that she would have enough time to get ready because she hadn't even gotten dressed yet. She knew he was only trying to help with her readjustment process, which made her love, and hate, him more because of it.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Glenda looked up to catch glimpses of the party from outside. Her aimless wandering had lead her to party's outside grounds, a rather nice garden area with sparkling lights and nearby fountain. A few people were nearby, but she didn't mind much. The atmosphere reminded her of Italy.


OOC: soo it's safe to assume Gleny basically knows everyone, WWN would've made sure all friends were here LOL and if she didn't, all famous people were invited anyway so YAY

Who: The Flints! All of them haha
What: Uh oh! Baby time?
Where: Their house, St. Mungo's
Notes: One last finish in comments?

( So they were going to have this baby, she was going to be beautiful, and everyone was going to be fine. )

Estella had never felt so many things at once.

Anger that led into depression that led into a desire for hope that gave her some sort of faith which made her happy that then just turned around and made her realize she'd messed everything up, and around and around her circle of emotions went. Estella clung to the extra pillow on the hospital bed, her face having been pressed into it since the healers had left. She was sure nothing was wrong with her or the baby, but a panic attack was never good for anyone, so she hadn't fought Caden's insistence. It had been so long since she'd had a full blown attack, so he'd found her seated in a pile of tulle and tutus, breathing into a brown paper bag to try and regulate her breaths.

She was such a stupid mess.

Sniffling, Estella listened for Caden's movements, not having said much since she'd been calmed down. She felt terribly guilty for her last comments to him, but at the same time it was sort of---it felt sort of good to finally get out what she'd been feeling these past five months. He hadn't even felt the baby kick, which---well they were still light kicks, but the attempts to feel weren't really there and---maybe Dolores had done something right.

"Ugh," she let out at the thought, but also because the inside of her stomach had been jabbed quite hard in the side. Estella frowned and pushed her hand against the spot, "Not so hard," she muttered.

Who: Estella & Caden Flint (Marcus Flint too!)
What: He comes home!
Where: Their house
When: Reeecently
Status: Finishing in tags

( You mean you want to talk to Mummy? )

Who: Caden and Estella Flint
What: Making Valentine's day miserable...
Where: Their house
When: Friday, 8:00 pm

( Estella was pregnant, and she hadn't told her husband. )

Huh.

She and Caden were married.

Estella stood at the edge of the dance floor as a few of the Puddlemere men (who had obviously had too much to drink) danced a rather ridiculous (but choreographed!) dance. Her expression was mixed with confusion, disbelief, and amusement, and she looked up at Caden with raised eyebrows. He most certainly did not know that this was going to happen.

"Our first Puddlemere moment as a married couple," she said, adding that onto the list of 'firsts' she'd been making through the day. First kiss, first hand holding, first time tripping into him. That was her dress' fault, however, so she wasn't sure how much that counted. First dance, first---surely the list was longer than that! Estella leaned forward to kiss him, and soundly checked off 'first forgotten thought' in her head.

Yes, yes--it was a very good feeling, being his wife, and as the Puddlemere dance came to a resounding end, Estella imagined how the rest of the night was going to go---Marcus and Jacob were hyped up on sugar.