Who: Caradoc Dearborn!
What: TIS COLD AND GRUMPY OUT
When: Now!
Where: NYC!

( It had become so unbelievably cold that Caradoc charmed the insides of his pockets to stay much warmer than normal. )

Stoic, and cold, Caradoc slipped through the front doors of Evan Rosier's abandoned home. The location was not ideal, he realized, but with the amount of shit Evan was no doubt cursing his every move with, one more drop in the cauldron really couldn't matter. Evan was going to kill him in the afterlife regardless of whether he kept an unconscious Derek Dobbs in his former home or not, so he might as well use the opportunity that was there while a different plane separated him from his deceased, and previous, best friend.

As usual, he mindfully inched around the piano at the end of the hallway, not needing much of an indication of its presence. Its existence, while not deafening, only reminded him of the past, and set in this run-down setting, very much felt like a powerful symbol begging to be addressed, and noticed.

Caradoc closed his left eye to block the instrument out of view.

Keeping his head down, he glided through the rest of the home until making it to the back, into a room where all those nights ago he'd dropped Derek Dobb's body. It laid like it always had, a bit disheveled and uncomfortably calm. Or, well--- Caradoc looked down at his timepiece. Shouldn't be calm anymore, should be turning more lively right about now. Feeling annoyed (must Dobbs always be this unhelpful?), he stepped closer.

"Wake up."

Caradoc kicked the bedpost, and the bed rattled in such a way that it made him seriously question the frame's structural integrity. Perhaps he should have cared more about Derek's accommodations, per his last promise to Rachel, but he really couldn't be bothered to do more than he already had. Dobbs was lucky to not be slumped on the ground in a corner.

He kicked the bed frame again.

While she wasn't particularly keen on parties, she was set on saving wildlife. Everyone else seemed to rake in the galleons by throwing large events, no matter the scandals that erupted from them, so why couldn't they? Nora had conservatory's committee for quite some time now, and being the youngest by a good forty years, had devised this plan as a new and fresh way of funding. It helped greatly that she had friends that had access to some of the best party planners (or that she could twist Charlie Spinnet's ear until he helped her out), and things seemed to have turned out well. So far.

For the brave at heart, there was a grand maze that made its way throughout the haunted castle. Guests would be offered clues to get themselves to the ballroom, and if they were truly lost (as Nora was sure was to occur), for just a small donation (it's for charity), any money dropped into a clue box would light up a blue path down the correct route to lead the way out. With all the Gryffindors that Nora had put on the guest list, she was sure they were going to triple their goal.

There was a simpler route than the maze, which was simply to walk through the double doors to the dance floor. Nora was currently wavering between the two, having run out of pamphlets to give out at the front entrance therefore giving her no excuse to join the festivities. She felt rather exposed, as Delilah had stolen her cloak, and when someone tapped her shoulder she jumped nearly a foot in the air.

"Bloody hell!" she let out, spinning around. "You scared the life out of me!"

WHO: SHIT
WHAT: YIKES
WHERE: OH GOD
WHEN: NIGHT BEFORE HALLOWEEN

( You! It's not possible. )

WHO: Scarlett Rabnott and Derek Dobbs
WHAT: A run-in in Diagon!
WHERE: ...Diagon Alley!
WHEN: MMm! Before her official trade!
STATUS: Comments!

( Do you often find the back of newsstands more interesting than the front? )

WHO: Scarlett Rabnott and Derek Dobbs
WHAT: Waking up after their unexpected night
WHEN: Morning of New Year's day!
WHERE: Her flat! Which is somewhere!

( Reckon it would be a terrible time to mention the wife and kids )

Charlie really did love throwing parties, but it seemed like the common theme was that these events were for his really, really good friends. He knew he'd been sort of a prat to Octavius this past year or so, so he really wanted to give his friend a good time. Charlie also wanted to get Octavius' mind off of his recent breakup, which...officially had become> a breakup about a week or so after...they actually broke up. He wasn't exactly sure how everything had gone down, but he knew that this was a Rose-Free-Zone.

"Happy Octaviusfest!" he shouted along with the crowd, taking a swig from his rather large beer glass. The Oktoberfest theme was a hit, there were goats and sheep and geese and horses in pens so that Gebhard could have a blast as well, and there were good people here. No room to make a big mess of things, and it should be a good night.

And he was drinking this time around, so that would make this night even better, he suspected.

WHO: Dirk Cresswell & Derek Dobbs!
WHAT: SOMEONE CAN'T DO MAGIC
WHERE: IN THE MINISTRY & ST MUNGO'S
WHEN: omg like two weeks ago? I'M SORRY DIRK I LOVE YOU

( His wife never did enjoy the dangers his job put him in---or, well, that Dirk seemed to put himself in. )

WHO: Derek Dobbs
WHAT: A Missing Person's case
WHERE: Muggle Kent
WHEN: Tonight


( The blonde at the desk sighed and flicked at it with her wand )

She'd done it. Bianca wasn't even going to apologize for the thought; she'd done it. These past few weeks leading up to the wedding had been so nerve-wracking, worse than any training she'd gone through, more terrifying than any mission she'd been on, worse than...she really thought that she was not going to make it down the aisle. The guilt and the fear had nearly paralyzed her, but putting on her wedding dress, seeing her closest friends dressed up and looking so very happy for her, a last minute owl from Bertram that made things all seem right.

Well, she practically ran down the aisle after that!

The reception had turned out beautifully, and she really, really had to thank her mother for making her have such an event. All the planning leading up to it had been stressful, but it had made her stronger, and Bianca's life depending on being able to push through anything life threw at her. Her hair was down and out of the twist it had been forced into this morning; if she was going to dance and party, she was surely going to have her hair flying about.

A particuarly happy tune came on and she grabbed Amissa's hand, bouncing happily with the little girl who was now officially her step-daughter. The thought thrilled her, and Bianca caught Bertram's eye with a big grin.

WHO: Derek Dobbs and Mirabelle Jasper
WHAT: A Low-Key Valentine's Day!
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHEN: LOL ON THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY I'M SO SORRY
STATUS: UNFINISHED


( But when a lady questioned his daringness… )