Who: Fiona and Tom Finnegan
What: Dinner dates turn into death eater attacks!
Where: Ireland somewhere XD
When: Now....tonight

( Thank God she'd changed out of those damn heels. )

Fuck. This. Shit.

Fiona glared at the wall across the salon, arms crossed tightly over her chest, resting on her immensely large belly. Tom's sisters were so bloody lucky that they were muggles and she couldn't pull her wand out on them, because dragging her to the hair salon, when she did not want to get her damn hair done, would've earned them swift bat-bogey hexes to the face. Did they not see that she was quite literally about to give birth? Seamus' due date was in a few days, but who really thought that it was a good idea to rile up a pregnant woman, especially one with a natural temper like Fiona's?

Fuck. This. Shit.

While she sat in the waiting chair, watching his sisters chatter under the hair dryers (how they could hear each other, she didn't know, Fiona's eyes drifted to the window. It was rare that she got into the city, on her own behalf, anyway, so Dublin was a bit of a treat. The streets were always busy, and maybe if she forced some tears out they wouldn't mind heading into the bakery down the block, for some pastries---hold on!

She grinned, pushing herself up by the arms of the chair to a wobbly standing position. No one would miss her if she hurried, so Fiona quickly made her way out of the salon and to the pavement, "Hey! Hold on!"

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

Zach didn't really believe in hiding, not really, but he knew when he wasn't wanted somewhere. So after his probably-not-well-received owl and between working and keeping an eye on Bertram post-breaking up a rockstar's wedding, Zach hadn't really tried to get back in Brianna's good graces. There wasn't much else he could say until she got un-mad at him. Somehow.

But hiding while shopping in a babystore was something Zach did believe in, with a hat pulled down low over his forehead. He wasn't top news really, he didn't go out partying with the other models and do stupid shit like Bertram, but the last thing he wanted was Brianna's face to end up in a tabloid with the story splashed over it. So, he was currently standing in the middle of this store he called World Of Tots and Baby Things of All Sorts looking completely lost, even though he'd already been in there at least four times. The sales clerk had left him alone (finally - no he didn't know what he was looking for, no he didn't know what sex, no he wasn't interested in her number) staring at the wall of plastic tubs and mats and other baby-sized things.

He knew they didn't need clothes yet, mostly he wanted Brianna to help pick some of the stuff out (plus he wanted to know what they were having, so they could get the right kind) so he was looking at the practical things. He thought. The sign said Baths and Bassinets, and surely they would need some of those right?

Zach reached for the nearest baby tub, inspecting the inside and underneath, turning it over in his hands and looking quite perplexed by the whole deal. Why was it a bath when it was really just an odd plastic tub. "There's no faucets or anything, what is the point?"

Who: Fiona and Tom Finnegan
What: Finding out some good news!
Where: Their bedroom
When: Today?

( Tom's excitement was a little tempered by the cringe on his face as Fiona tossed the potion and (possibly) piss against the dresser )

Fuming in the lift to get out of this damned place, Fiona's mind kept replaying the infuriating meeting she'd just had with the official behind the M.A.G.I.C. information desk. She wasn't allowed to ask questions until their meeting, here's a brochure with the documents you need to bring to the meeting, see you at the meeting---don't bring your muggle husband.

Fiona's arms were tightly crossed as she pushed into the corner of the lift, ignoring the ministry workers coming on and off without a second look toward her. It was so strange--yesterday she was having a conversation with Isobel about how she didn't feel any different, being a pureblood, from a muggleborn, even a muggle. It just never came into her mind that there was something better about it, that it was a privilege and honor to not have any muggles in your family, but today. Today she found herself feeling insulted that they were questioning her blood status, and that made her sick.

She needed to fix this. Brianna's internship was at stake, and if she couldn't find the right documents, her sister might lose everything she worked so hard for and--Fiona let out a shuddering breath, angry at everything going on right now, especially the tears in her eyes. Brilliant.