WHO: Theo Nott and Holly Troy
WHAT: Death
WHERE: Her old house
WHEN: A day or two after their last thread

( Today was their ‘what if.’ )

Who: Theo and Holly Nott
Where: Nott Abode
What: Theo is not having a good day.
When: Nowish?


( I won't risk losing you and Theodore )

WHO: Holly Troy and Anya Kalinnikov
WHAT: Besties exploring NYC!
STATUS: Unfinished because Cristina sucks at tagging things lately! Finishing in comments!

( To deny us anything would be absurd )

Now, Holly was definitely not someone who enjoyed the frills and lace of Valentine's Day. Usually, she hated it, it was in the top five list of things she hated, but this year? She felt like celebrating. It had been a damn good year, and Holly was taking every opportunity to showcase the good bloody mood she'd been in. Sure, there had been its blips (McCormack owed her quite some bit), and each moment made her appreciate each and every day.

But that was the sort of sappy stuff she and her husband didn't say, so that was why she had insisted that their visit to Hogsmeade tonight was to crack jokes and judge the couples that took this holiday way too seriously.

It was turning out to not be as horrendous as one may have thought. Hogsmeade was a village on display, each store front lit up with lights, the street lamps giving off sprays of glitter and confetti as couples walked past. The different food places had set up heating spells around outside tables and counters, the aroma completely filling her every sense. The lake had turned into a beautiful ice rink, while a magical ferris wheel lit up the sky. The village had always amazed her, knowing that it was the only place in the country wizards and witches could be completely at ease with their magic outside of Hogwarts.

"Good thing they didn't let the kiddies out," Holly said, eyes catching sight of the castle in the distance. "They'd ruin the romance."

- Hogsmeade is open to all! The village streets are sort of like a Valentine's fair, hosted by Madam Puddifoot's (so you know there's some cheesy stuff).
- For some ADDED FUN, a little trickster has laced the chocolate supply with a truth serum. The amount of chocolate your character ingests, the more truthful/the longer they are under its spell. Soo...that could lead to some fun, y/y? >:D
- ALSO, for players on non British Isles teams, this is the last weekend to be home because practice for the WC starts after Valentine's Day! So get those feels out because you're shipping out!

Her heels had disappeared a long time ago. Holly let out a breath as she shut the door to the guest room behind her, wondering how she'd made it into her house in near complete silence with Thomas McCormack literally hanging onto her. Merlin's pants, this was not how she expected this evening to go, but Holly was first and foremost a teammate, and had taken on the the role tonight. She listened at the door to make sure she didn't hear him moving about, hoping that the sleeping potion she'd forced down his throat would go into effect quickly. When she didn't hear anything, Holly started down the hallway toward the master bedroom. She stopped midway, however, and looked into Theodore's room. Holly hesitated for a moment, but then entered.

The little boy was sound asleep. She gently sat on the edge of the bed and looked him over, smoothing down his hair. She'd loved this boy before she'd loved her husband, she was sure. It had almost been instant and Holly was sure she'd never honestly cared for someone like she had immediately grown to care for Theodore. Being with Thomas and seeing what he'd gone through tonight made her want to hold her son and never let go.

Holly sucked in a breath, surprising herself as tears struck her eyes. If anything ever happened to Theodore, or...She turned at the sound of footsteps, and wiped at her eyes when she saw Theo standing in the door way.

"I was just---checking on him," she said, looking down and wincing at the very glittery dress she was still wearing.

She was a champion.

Holly wouldn't (and couldn't, since she was sure it was well-documented) deny that she had cried. Quidditch had been her life for so long, and to have this stretch of a career without a league cup to call her own, it was hard to deal with. Seasons were long and ehxausting, they took away all your time and energy, and to not win the cup meant that you'd just wasted the year. Sure, there were the fans, there was making personal records, and even the international circuit was fun, but Holly had needed this win so badly that she still got shivers when she thought about it. She'd done it, and she'd been the best.

She sighed, taking in the surroundings. Appleby Park had been transformed into a wonderful setting for the event, the spells on the stadium keeping the guests warm and the night sky bright above them. The league cup sat on its platform in the middle of the dance floor, looking like a glorious holy grail that she'd finally wrapped her hands around. Her husband was here somewhere, but she was lost in the sea of people. Teammates, competitors, agents, and the media, it was simply a night for the game she loved, and Holly couldn't remember a moment when she'd been happier with everything in her life.

As she made her way to the bar, she spotted one of her aforementioned teammates standing off and away from the rest of the guests. Holly, not one to ignore a teammate as she'd taken on the role this past season as, well, a mother-hen (but don't tell Theo), she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of her head.

"You're missing all the fun," she said, taking their elbow. When Holly finally got a good look at their face, she frowned, "What's wrong? It looks like you've seen a ghost."

WHO: Holly Troy and Theo Nott
WHERE: Their house, Theodore's playroom!
WHEN: Let's say today (Monday) after work!
WHAT: Some startling ideas are put on the table!

( Well, its not like I plan to steal one, I was thinking something a bit more traditional. )

In all honesty, he would rather be on his broomstick, making up practice and his regiments than dressed up at a party. Thomas knew that the All Star match didn't really count, but when you were flying among the best of the best, a player wanted to be the best of the best. He wasn't as rusty as he thought he'd be, but just the lack of flying made his muscles more sore after practice than he was used to. He was barely holding himself up, and if it weren't for the beautiful woman on his arm he'd probably be slumped in a chair, ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Samantha was back and he could fly. Both of his best friends had made the all-star team, and they were going to be playing together for the first time in their careers. Thomas really couldn't think of anything that could make him happier, though showing up Brookstanton on the pitch might be the cherry on top. They were teammates, and however much Thomas found the other beater loathsome, he would work with him for the win. It would at least be an interesting match, if anything.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked Samantha, smiling. He'd missed her terribly and was glad that her stint out of the country was over. Just in time.

Now the fact that this was going to be the third time in six days that they would be spending time in each others company didn't feel odd. It felt right. He certainly didn't think that he would be the type to go over and console his not-crying girlfriend, (if you were going to use such juvenile terms to describe their relationship) but yet he didn't even think twice about going over pick her up and take her back to his place after her lose in the playoffs. And he didn't even comment on the fact he could tell that she had been crying.

Even more so, it was Valentine's Day and he was standing on Holly's porch. The whole stigma behind this day was beyond obnoxious. Apparently if you didn't make some grand sweeping gesture in public, you didn't care or some other nonsense. It was bad enough he made plans for this evening, so he certainly wasn't showing up with flowers or chocolates. He rapped his knuckles on her door and waited patiently. He wasn't quite sure if she was expecting him, she certainly wasn't pleased about the whole raffle thing, which he still didn't quite understand. But he had a solution for all potential issues.

"I brought take out" he said holding up a bag with his finger. "I figured a night in avoiding all the red and pink and frilly nonsense would be nice."

Who: Holly and Hamilton
What: Surprise Visit!
When: Nowish?
Where: Holly's Place
Status: Finishing in comments

( You want me to put more clothes -on-? )

Katerina let out a long, bored breath. It seemed like the Ministry had been holding an extravagant event every other weekend, as if they had nothing better to do. Of course there was so much to be done every day of every week, but with You-Know-Who gone and most of the death eaters either dead or behind bars, it seemed like the events committee had way too much time on their hands.

At least she got to go dress shopping. As Katerina declined a dance from a fellow in her department, she wondered if she actually had to wait for the Minister to blow out the candles of her cake before she could leave. It was supposed to be such an honor to be invited to these events, but when everyone was invited it took away the glamor, and then you were expected to sit around for a good two hours so that your department head could make sure you were making him look good.

She really needed a drink, or a hot bloke to start talking to her. On days like this Katerina envied her older sister, whose sole purpose in life was to marry rich, pureblooded men. It only took her a few moments to recall that her sister had seven dead husbands to deal with, and now a son for the rest of her life. Yes---Katerina would much rather be forced to mingle at these events than carry those sort of stories on her shoulders.

But, at the moment, she was bored, and let out a sigh in hopes that some handsome bloke would become concerned.

Who: Seth Wadcock and Holly Troy
What: Their date gets delayed!
Where: In a lift XD
When: BEFORE THE MATCHES THIS WEEKEND BAHH
Notes: Finishing in comments because Cristina disappeared :D

( Because the one thing worse than being stuck in a lift would be being stuck in a lift someone just vomited in. )