Who: Juliana Travers & Christopher Loftus
What: yikes
Where: TRAVERS ABODE~
When: in the recent past!

( If you preferred them as they were, then perhaps you should have done a better job of containing yourself last we met this way. )

Who: Grayson and Jules
What: Siblings that love and trust each other do what they do best, duh.
Where: Juliana's home
When: Sunday evening

( Unfortunately for him, Grayson's mere presence was all it took to set off alarm bells when it came to Juliana. )

Juliana had a suspicion upon leaving the house this morning that she'd left the nanny dead of a heart attack, and this time it wasn't even because she'd left her infant at home while she went out to drink herself into a stupor. In fact, it was quite the opposite; this morning, Juliana Travers had left the house with her daughter; a first, she realized, in all three months of Mischa's existence.

It wasn't as if she wanted to be carrying around--or seen carrying around, for that matter--the little bundle of joy nestled awkwardly in her arms. However, this was an important enough occasion to warrant the uncomfortable traveling arrangements. It was Christopher's birthday, you see. And when it was your father's birthday, you were supposed to go wish him the joys of the day, correct? Especially if he hadn't had the balls to lay eyes on your face once since you'd been born. Why, in such circumstances, seeing one's daughter should have been the perfect birthday gift, right?

That was what Jules was certainly banking on as the knocked on the door of her cousin's flat. A sly grin couldn't help but to pull up on the corners of her mouth at the sound of rustling behind the door. This was going to be fantastic.

Anneliese Jugson.

Even after she had time to officially get use to her new name, it still made her skin tingle. Anneliese Jugson, Anneliese Jugson--- she was finally married now. There was nothing else in the world that she could possibly focus on, or even think about, beside that this was her perfect wedding and she was now, officially, married to the most wonderful man in the world. Nothing could possibly even begin to bother her, because everything was perfect. Everything from the cake all the way down to their little green favors-- she wouldn't have changed one thing. Their guests were allowed to bring home everything, placeholders, centerpieces-- anything. Of course, that was to happen after she had stated it was alright to do so, and had one of her own to keep, but even then if they went home with nothing it wouldn't bother her that much.

Anneliese sighed happily as she sat, almost in a daze. Her dress still fit beautifully, and now she finally understood why brides were so adamant about no one else wearing white to a wedding; she felt nearly divine at this point.

Oh, she really did love weddings.

No, she really did love her wedding.

And Will, she loved him too.

Blinking herself out of her own haze, Anneliese slowly turned her head to face Will. "I love you," she cooed lowly, fingers reaching to lace with his. She really, honestly did. Anyone that could put up with her hysterical self like he did just days before the wedding most definitely deserved that, at the very least. Anneliese leaned forward to gently press her lips onto his for a few seconds before pulling back to smile.


( OOC )

WHO: Rabastan Lestrange & Juliana Wilkes
WHAT: She needs a distraction, he needs some ass. I mean--
WHEN: Aha ummmm backdated to about a week before the Travers wedding
WHERE: Ministry of Magic
RATING: Totally PG-13, don't worry

( 'Don't waste another thought on It. Come.' )

WHO: Orpheus Travers & Juliana Travers Wilkes
WHAT: Dinner for two
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: Orpheus' lovely home
RATED: PG
STATUS: wip

 

WHO: Juliana Wilkes & Orpheus Travers.
WHAT: That dinner.
WHY: Because obvi it's what we've all been waiting for.
WHERE: Wilkes' dining room & library.
RATED: PG for language. (I know, so sad)


( It was amazing how she managed to sound like she actually cared when she honestly couldn't give a shit and couldn't wait to get this dinner over with. )