"Alo---alohomora!"

Rebecca felt like she was going to snap her wand in half with how frantically she was shaking it at the locked door knob. What had she done? This was a simple spell, these doors weren't even supposed to lock due to safety reasons and here she was now, stuck in a tiny cramped closet with a bucket of dirty mop water mixed with her very own vomit. It was the thing of horror stories! Just thinking about the mess she was in made her want to get ill again, but her focus on her inability to unlock the door kept her nausea at bay.

She felt like such an idiot. If Euan ever even whispered that this had happened to anyone he knew, she would have his head. Have his head. There was no slighter punishment allowed.

The tentative knock on the door made Rebecca jump, and she put a hand to her head. Rebecca didn't say a word, in case it wasn't Euan on the other side, but then she heard his voice, ushering someone else in the corridor away.

"I've jinxed it shut," she said, pressing up against the door, "I don't know what I've done!"

WHO: Rebecca and Euan Abercrombie!
WHAT: GOOD NEWS!!!!!!!
WHERE: Their hidden flat!
WHEN: TODAY!
STATUS: Maybe finishing in comments?

( She had given up 90% of her life for him and now--- )

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!

It was remarkable how comfortable a rickety, twin-sized bed could be when you were with someone you cared about. Rebecca didn't mind squeezing onto the mattress in the on-call room, she had no qualms about pressing close to Euan. Her arm lazily laid across his chest and she wondered if there was any chance in the world that neither of them would be called to tend to a patient. Of course, Rebecca knew that with every passing minute of the day another fool got it into himself to attempt to perform some cosmetic magic to himself or--found themselves impaled by a unicorn or some other exotic creature. Her hopes weren't high, but Rebecca was finding herself more optimistic than ever before; maybe fate would give them just a few more minutes before the rush of the hospital forced them apart.

Oh, she was day dreaming again. Rebecca pushed closer to Euan, enjoying his slight grip around her and she tilted her head up to kiss his chin. Never had she been so infatuated with a boy, and Merlin help her if she could explain why. Euan was honestly the most aggravating person she'd ever met, but Rebecca found some strange...sense within all of it. She knew she wasn't particularly easy to deal with, and the fact that he was willing (more than willing, really) to deal with her was quite a lovely change indeed.

Plus, her mother simply adored him.

Rebecca kissed him again, wondering just how they should use up their more-than-likely last minutes of quiet.

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.

Who: Rebecca Corner and Euan Pamplemoss
What: A thank-you dinner gets a little handsy!
Where: Corner residence!
When: Last week?

( 'Oh, my dear Rebecca, of course I could never have let more harm come to you!' )

He'd had a strange feeling when he'd woken up this morning. Mark's coffee had tasted funny, not for anything Hannah had done to it, it was the same recipe as always, it was just something in his mind that was telling him things were not right. He liked to think that his instinct was what made him a good healer and a proficient healer-in-chief, but today he was just stuck wondering why everything felt so off.

Musing at the nurses' station, Mark leaned into the counter with the tip of his quill poking a blot of ink into his cheek. He was often found here, deep in thought, and it usually took Nurse Tonks saying something ridiculously inappropriate to snap him out of his thoughts.

Today, though, it was the entire nurses station shifting from underneath him and sliding a meter or two away. Mark stumbled, landing on his knees rather hard, and looked up in horror at the sight of the hospital's corridors swaying and shaking. Paintings fell, vials rolled and burst on the ground, and the screams.

He'd known something was off today. "CODE BLACK!"

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Who: Rebecca Corner and Euan Pamplemoss
What: Limping and stalking in the corridors
Where: Hogwarts
When: Today?

( Maybe if you're a bit more courteous, the next time you attempt to sweep me off my feet )