WHO: Henry Wadock and Heidi Twilfit
WHAT: I can't
WHERE: St. Mungo's
WHEN: Tonight

( This couldn’t be happening, he couldn’t believe this was happening. )

WHO: Heidi Twilfit and Henry Wadcock
WHAT: Heidi and baby Brandon have a bit of a temperature!
WHERE: Their flat
WHEN: Today!

( Things would be fine, wouldn’t they? )

Seth hated hated hospitals. Probably started around the time that he was trapped in a muggle hospital when he got shot. Turned out that he didn't like Mungo's much better. He picked at the bandages wrapped around his shoulder, wincing. The nurse had come in not long after he woke up and filled him in for the most part. He was apparently lucky that even still had his arm, it would take a while to heal and his nose was broken, but they fixed that relatively easily.

The frustrating part is that she wouldn't give him any information whatsoever on Henry. She just kept saying that the healers were still working and she would pass on any information as soon as she got it. So then he tried to get up and find out the information on his own, which ended with him getting confined to his bed.

It was easy for him to keep a calm facade over journal. It didn't involve actual talking and it was easy to get away with vague answers. But now Heidi was on her way here and she was most definitely going to demand answers and quite possibly punch him in the face. Which, honestly, Seth was quite sure he didn't deserve it.

Henry was sure that his flat had never been this clean, and that was coming from someone who was borderline OCD. The floors had been swept and mopped, dishes were all put away, the curtains were pulled back at precisely the right curve and fell perfectly behind the furniture. Everything had to be immaculate if he wanted Heidi to agree to move in with him.

He felt like he'd been going over this plan for weeks. Which...he had been, but he'd been busy! With the new charity, dealing with new clients, dealing with annoyed clients, and even dealing with his brother in a not too frustrating of a way. Henry's relationship with Seth was better than it had ever been, but he was still wary of allowing himself to get too comfortable in case Seth randomly decided to turn back into a major pain in the ass.

Which, Henry knew, wasn't too hard to do.

Hopefully Heidi would appreciate his effort; he'd even cleared off half of nearly ever shareable surface, storage space in the flat for her to see that he was prepared for this big step, but he had also prepared himself for a negative answer. His relationship with Heidi had been a good one so far, great even, but she had been through a lot so this might be rushing things and----

The doorbell rang, and Henry jumped out of the bathroom, startled. Okay! This was it. Big night, big night. He rushed to the door, but before he opened it he stopped and relaxed himself. Didn't want to seem too nervous.

Who: Seth and Heidi
What: Seth's got some 'xplaining to do!
Where: Outside Seth's flat.
When: April 19th-ish.

( In which Seth will probably get slapped. )

Henry was nervous for more than one reason, but mostly he was sure he was going to get hit tonight. No, that wasn't what he feared the most, it was the fact that it was probably going to be Heidi that smacked him but---it wasn't even his fault. He had not done any snooping, he had not exposed what could be a terrible, horrible lie to the person she was dating, he was not the complete moron known as Seth Wadcock.

He was that moron's brother, and whether Henry liked to admit it or not, Seth did seem to have some sort of foundation in his claims against Heidi. How else would he have known those things about her? How had he gotten her last name right when Henry hadn't known it for weeks? It sucked, it was threatening to ruin the perfectly good relationship they'd just started, but Henry could not deal with not knowing if she was just using him just to get close to other quidditch players.

The thought really hurt him. He believed, he really, really believed that Heidi liked him for him, but she'd stalked a player before! How convenient would it be, to date an agent---Henry felt so guilty for the thoughts, but he'd been fucked over so many times before by women who just wanted to get into the lifestyle and Seth had driven him crazy all of his life and----

"Coming!" The sound of the doorbell made Henry jolt out of the kitchen, but he shot back in to turn off the stove top before he burnt his whole flat down. That would just be perfect, wouldn't it? He wiped his hands on a rag and then hurried to the door. He opened the door and let out a breath, smiling at the sight of Heidi, "Welcome to my humble abode."

It had been a long time since Henry had a girlfriend, and he was enjoying it very much. The past...it'd been nearly a month, really, had flown by with how completely enthralled with Heidi he'd become. Henry was very good at schedules and at keeping things going at a pace he believed----it was also hard for him not to think of things in a business-like manner but---oh, she had his head spinning, he really could not explain his behavior from the last few weeks. He was sure not to overwhelm her, that Heidi felt like she had every right to not see him some day, or not. If she wanted to hold his hand, he'd surely let her, and if she wanted to kiss him, then, well, who was he to deny her of that?

Spring was already flourishing early on in the season. There was a park two blocks from the restaurant where their lunch date took place, so in a not-so-subtle, personally-thought ingenious manner, Henry suggested a walk to prolong the date. He wasn't really one for walking, or the outdoors, but Henry decided that dealing with things he may not enjoy to have some good time with Heidi was a proper new approach to life.

"I should bring a balloon home for my niece," Henry said thoughtfully, squeezing Heidi's hand as he spotted a vendor. Leanne always had a little treat waiting for her when Henry knew she was coming, and balloons were one of her favorites.

"MONTROSE MAGPIES, THE 1982 BRITISH AND IRISH LEAGUE CHAMPIONS!"

Oh, Maggie would never get tired of hearing that. As trying as the past few weeks, months had been, seeing her stadium (her stadium) lit up with fireworks and fans and just---it was amazing, it was the best feeling she'd ever had in the whole entire world. She was a champion! Her team, they were champions! Oh, she loved her team, she really did. As much as they annoyed her all the time, they had definitely suffered through enough embarrassment and humiliation to last a lifetime and it just made them all work so much harder to get to this place.

The celebration party was set for the pitch of Montrose Stadium, a great white, billowing tent was set up almost immediately after the teams had come off the pitch, and after two hours of interviews and awards (Drake won the game M.V.P.! Maggie had jumped onto his back mid-interview), she was now dressed like a a bloody rockstar. She definitely felt like one, and would continue to feel this way all the way until next year's championship.

She felt a hand on her elbow and Maggie twisted, her eyes batting with a great smile, "What a match, huh?"


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Who: Henry and Heidi
What: The embarrassing speed-dating luau of doom...not so bad, actually.
When: This past Thursday night?

( You should SEE the groupies he had to deal with all the time. )

WHO: Vinny Gudgeon and Heidi Twlifit
WHAT: Trying to teach her how to cook!
WHERE: Her house!
WHEN: Riiiight now?

( -- I didn't used to be like this, you know. )

Ms. Zeller and Mr. Fawcett,

ALKjkljdkldf I'm sorry for any problems I might have caused you. I won't try to make excuses, since I'm not trying to minimize my ... role.

But I am sorry.

Heidi Barnes Twilfit

(Attached is a gift basket and a note swearing on her husband's grave that nothing is poisoned or enchanted.)

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.

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.