The coma that Jonas was in wasn’t a natural one. It was a magically induced one to keep him from suffering through the pain of the reconstruction of his body from a heap of mauled flesh and broken bones. Dozens of charms had been used on him to hold his broken pieces in place, to help him breathe, and a host of other remedies that were medically required to bring him back from near-death. There was an IV in his arm so that he could receive fluids and tonics straight into his bloodstream. It chilled his body, so blankets were tucked neatly over him as he lied, there, in the hospital bed in his ward.

He looked pale but comfortable. The gashes and scrapes on his face and body had almost healed entirely and most of his bones had been repaired or re-grown to fuse together. His hair was still messy and a crucifix hung around his neck, over his hospital robe. The nurses and healers bustled around him day after day as they waited for him to show signs of being on the mend, but there hadn’t been much good to report thus far.

Jonas was also peacefully unaware of the other hoopla that had been generated around him. His family and friends were gathered in the waiting room as they worried themselves and tried to comfort his poor wife and mother, who had been hysterics ever since laying eyes on his battered form. If he knew of the drama he was creating, it would terribly upset him, but a coma was oblivion.

On the twelfth day of his hospital stay, Jonas’s healers made the decision to release him from his coma. He didn’t awake right away, so his family wasn’t alerted, but eventually, he groggily roused out of his deep slumber. The world was a blur as he slowly flapped his eyelids and his hearing was foggy. He tried to raise a hand to wipe at his eyes, but found that to be terribly painful. He would have yelped, but the coma had taken his voice, too, and it came out as a dry murmur as he laid his heavily bruised hand back to the blankets.

Jonas continued to blink in his dazed state as he watched a nurse come toward him and after checking his vitals, lift a small cup to his lips. The water dribbled down Jonas’s front as he tried to drink, finding it difficult to do when one could use his hands and had a shaky jaw, but the water was like heaven on his throat. Clearing it, he suddenly found a low, croaky tone.

“My wife,” Jonas said as the nurse dried his chin. “Where’s my wife?” And why, in the name of Zeus, was he in this place?

As Jonas revved up for the last song of the day, Kobe smiled brightly at the crowd. The critics had been wrong. It was a peace rally that had gone off without a hitch and no sign of death eaters, anywhere! The extra security must really be doing its job, and everyone was having a blast. She'd even seen some aurors bouncing around to the music, too! Kobe was incredibly proud of her husband, and she looked up to the clear blue sky with a wide, toothy grin.

It faded slightly, however, as some dark clouds began to roll in over the park. Remarkably fast clouds, which didn't seem natural and were already thundering loudly. The weather report had claimed they would have clear skies all day, so this was strange and----Kobe slammed her hands over her ears as the loudest roll of thunder clapped itself over the park. Immediately the clouds seemed to open up and rain began to pour down on the crowd like buckets. Well--if bad weather was the worse of their problems, they'd done a pretty good job, right?

Kobe gasped as a bolt of green lightening shot through the crowd, followed by the terrified screams of the concert goers.

"No, nonono----" she let out from the side of the stage. Where had they all come from? The bloody sky? Kobe started towards Jonas, to pull her husband off the stage because while they had met during a catastrophe, she really did not feel like enduring another one, "Jonas!" she screamed, but was thrown off balance as the stage began to creak and shake as if an earthquake was beginning to rumble underneath.

Peace didn't stand a chance, these days.

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.


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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.

She'd been back in her flat a good five hours, four and a half of them had been spent sleeping on her bed (oh, her bed! How Kobe had missed it!), and the other half hour racing around trying to make the place and herself look presentable for when Jonas arrived.

Jonas! Oh, Kobe was eighty percent sure all their talking through the journals had been a potions-induced dream, but then! Then, he actually showed up at the hospital! Looking worried as all hell, of course, but they'd had a nice chat and Kobe was left once again dazzled by the mere presence of him. She had never been a fangirl like this, to anyone, and she had been around plenty of famous musicians! Kobe had always found something wrong with them to make the rock star more...more human, she supposed, but Jonas was just proving to be this all-around sweet, kind, caring guy who wrote her a bloody song! Wasn't that the most romantic gesture ever?

Not that---she was expecting to get romantic with him, but like...nothing could top getting a song written about you.

Maybe a song that didn't have to do with watching her almost die, but it was still beautiful.

Kobe fired off some cleaning spells to her own piano (Kirby had done such a wonderful thing in letting her into his bank vault!), and slid to a halt on her wooden floors as someone knocked on the door. Kobe let out a choking, flustered sort of sound as she patted down her hair, hoping that she looked decent enough for someone who'd been stuck in the hospital for more than a week.

"Hi," she breathed when she opened the door, and Kobe's hands went behind her back to keep herself from lunging at Jonas. Okay, okay, she wouldn't have lunged, but a very enthusiastic hug was ready to burst from her at any second.

"And you know what? There is not a sale worth going out in this heat, I'm serious!"

Javier grinned, putting up his hands in a defensive manner, "I'm sorry, but I don't need a pair of robes that badly, have you seen those temperatures? I'm surprised Fortescue's is still standing, would've thought they'd have melted awaaaaaay----whoa, what is---"

He gripped onto the desk, eyes widening as he rumbled and rolled away because the fucking building was shaking! Javier let out numerous words that were not politically correct to say on the wireless, and toppled out of his chair, busting his head on the floor. Strings of angry Spanish soared out of his mouth as he crawled up to his knees, and Javier grabbed the microphone.

Through the glass he saw that the other members of his staff were looking like they'd just been shot, and it took Javier a few good seconds to realize what the fuck happened, as another rumbling, rolling coursed through the studio. Javier dropped to the ground, covering his head with his hand as he shouted angrily into the microphone:

"ARE WE EXPERIENCING A FUCKING EARTHQUAKE IN DIAGON ALLEY?"

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Joey was excited and nervous and--no, this was going to be okay. She was going to like her gift and she was going to have a good night and. Ad he was going to figure out something brilliant to say to her! He was a Ravenclaw, he was smart enough for this and he didn't want to let his nerves get in the way of that.

So when he caught her sitting on her own, he jumped at the chance. He sat down next to her with a grin. "Happy belated birthday," he said with a grin. Ohhhh, he didn't know if he could do this conversation thing, even though he'd talked to Phoebe about it and he had started feeling comfortable with it but--now he was sitting there with her and and--breathe. Okay, it would be good.

In all of her years at Hogwarts, in all of her years being a prefect and working on a team full of the best students in Hogwarts, Phoebe Smethwyck had never been as impressed as she was right now as she stared around the Great Hall. Illuminated with candles in all shapes and sizes (and colors, a nifty charm a sixth year had found), the tables surrounding the dance floor were decorated with pumpkins, spiderwebs, and fall leaves, creating a spooky, yet beautiful design. The Ghosts of Hogwarts had volunteered to mingle more than usual (she thanked Nearly Headless Nick profusely, and promised to hold him a belated Death-Day party), captivating the guests with stories---how much truth they held, she couldn't be sure, but they were interesting nonetheless.

The band was a new kind of wizard rock, a bit more political than the Hobgoblins, W.O.A.R. There had been a lot of discussion at the prefect meetings about whether or not they should try and book them, but at the end of the day the naysayers (read: the Slytherins) were outvoted, and the band with the hit song "Do You Believe in M.A.G.I.C" was creating an incredible atmosphere.

So---people looked happy. They were laughing, smiling, and just---happy. Not something Phoebe felt like the wizarding world had been in a long time, and she was glad to be a big part of it.

Now, if only she could find a reason to be happy, herself.

ooc: No wands! Just your ID is needed. Everyone is welcome!

Who actually went to school to study?

Kobe gritted her teeth as she scratched out another paragraph of her potions essay, realizing that she was completely contradicting herself from the paragraph before. By the looks of it, she was going to have to start a brand new essay and that was going to take another seven plus hours, and this Hufflepuff really didn't have the patience for it.

Except she always remained seated until she was done. Hardworking, yes, but Kobe didn't have to like it or refuse to complain throughout the duration of it.

Which could prove annoying to her roommates and housemates, so she'd learned early on in her school career to take to the library to try and finish the more frustrating assignments. Far away from the librarian, too, who Kobe was sure had banned her from library at least ten times for noise. But, honestly. How could you ban a student from the student library? Well---no, there was that one time when Madam Pince actually refused to let Kobe in--around O.W.L.s time, but Professor Sprout had pulled some strings and gotten her in. Gotta love your head of house.

"That's it---" she threw down her quill and ran her hands over her face in defeat. She was just going to have to rewrite the damn thing, and hope it made sense. She was already hanging on by a thread in N.E.W.T.s Potions, this would probably just be the thing that cuts the bloody thing and sends her spiraling down into...well. Free time.

But she wanted this damn N.E.W.T.