WHO: Nicole, Matthew, and Martin Boot
WHAT: Nick's trying to disguise the fact that she's come down with something
WHERE: Their home!
WHEN: Tooooday!

( Can I at least finish watching the game? )

Running her fingers through the folds of her dress, Glenda let no pleat or invisible lint go unattended to as she sat. Her dress was far too beautiful for those kinds of blemishes, and the task had proven to be a manageable distraction that was getting her through the rest of the night until it was professionally and socially acceptable to leave.

Oh, that sounded horrible. She really shouldn't be so unwilling to attend her own party. The WWN had really outdone itself, inviting practically the whole of the Wizarding World to help 'welcome her back' to Britain's airwaves. The network had been more than happy to accept her back when she (Sturgis) had contacted them, but had made no mention of something like this until last week after everything had been finalized. All she had asked for was her job back, but apparently her celebrity status had grown substantially with her absence and things like this had become necessary.

She had spent the first good part of the party clutching tightly onto Sturgis' arm, feeling not only uneasy but lost as witch after wizard continued to appear in front of her, asking questions, telling jokes and attempting to have ernest conversations with the woman of the hour. It felt strange having so many familiar faces and names rushed back upon her, and many times already she had wished she was her formal self. If this had been three years ago, Glenda knew she would have chatted up the entire room already instead of giving half-empty smiles, dutiful nods and soft answers.

Now, though, Sturgis had long ago left her side. A tactic she knew no doubt had been purposefully planned down to the minute. It had generated the same feeling within Glenda when he had shown up an hour early before this whole thing started, asking if she minded escorting him, and then offering to drop Tristan off at her Aunt and Uncle's to ensure that she would have enough time to get ready because she hadn't even gotten dressed yet. She knew he was only trying to help with her readjustment process, which made her love, and hate, him more because of it.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Glenda looked up to catch glimpses of the party from outside. Her aimless wandering had lead her to party's outside grounds, a rather nice garden area with sparkling lights and nearby fountain. A few people were nearby, but she didn't mind much. The atmosphere reminded her of Italy.


OOC: soo it's safe to assume Gleny basically knows everyone, WWN would've made sure all friends were here LOL and if she didn't, all famous people were invited anyway so YAY

It was never a good idea for Martin to visit Terry for only a short time. For reasons Noah could not understand, his son was absolutely enthralled with his idiot of an uncle, and shrieked and kicked and cried whenever Martin tried to make a quick exit. This afternoon had been no different, and instead of having Terry cry for an hour, Noah packed up his bag and agreed to tag along to Puddlemere Stadium where Martin had some quidditch shit to do.

"You haven't even seen your uncle for half an hour, and you're as calm as can be," Noah said to Terry, who was wobbling between his legs on the floor. Noah was holding the boy's wrist to help him stand, moving him slowly forward and back as if he were a puppeteer trying to get his marionette to walk down the stage. A very gurgly, chubby marionette, but Terry didn't seem to mind it. It was almost as if he knew that he was waiting for Martin to return and was willing to be tugged and pulled around just to get some more time with his uncle.

Ugh, he was going to have to deal with this for the rest of his life, wasn't he? Terry being stupidly attached to Martin and Martin rubbing it in his face?

"Just don't start thinking like him," Noah said as the door to the guest waiting room opened and Martin appeared. Terry let out a happy squeal of a sound and dropped down to his hands and knees to crawl over to Martin. Noah rolled his eyes and stood, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

He'd really gone and done it this time.

"Seriously, Martin?" had been the words out of Nick's mouth the second he had walked in the door. She had waved the magazine accusingly in front of his face, then shoved it at his chest, the force of the movement making no mistake of her mood over the publication she was referring to--more precisely, the picture currently gracing the front page of her boyfriend plus one with a Ballycastle chaser, looking a little more friendly than friends (especially friends she didn't even fucking know he had) should be. The headline, splashed across the page in bright yellow font, asked the same question that she was posing him now. "What in the hell is this about?"

Now, honestly, she didn't take a habit of believing everything she read. She'd had her own share of misconstrued stories in the tabloids, many of them posing, like this one, the possibility that she and Martin were over. But this one was different. This one she had known nothing about until some fan had come up to her that morning asking if it was true or not. This woman he was with was someone she didn't know, who she hadn't known her boyfriend knew, and---and it was all an enigma, and had caught her completely off guard, and Nick didn't like that at all.

"I'm going to give you ten seconds to explain before I kick you out the door," she threatened, already counting down in her head as she regarded him with arms across her chest.

WHO: Martin Boot & Nicole Bardera
WHAT: Serious conversations.
WHEN: After practice
WHERE: The United training complex

( Maybe there were possibilities there. And strangely enough, that didn't freak her out half as much as she thought it should have. )

They'd given him permission to take the kid home.

He was going to be sick.

Noah was nearly doubled over, head between his legs as he tried not to puke. They hadn't sent the baby (The Baby---he needed a name, hell--) to the orphanage yet, and he didn't know the details, just that...that there would be papers, and since he was abandoned it...God, he had no idea, but he was going to take him home.

Having absolutely no solid reason why he was doing this, why he had decided he was ready to be a father, Noah let out a groan and sat back, dropping his head against the wall of the waiting room. His brother had made due with his promise and had joined him in the hospital, and Noah supposed he should be thanking him, but the reason he'd asked Martin over was to calm his nerves, and it didn't seem to be working.

"They're gonna say I have to give him back---" he let out in a worried tone, slouching low in the seat. "They're gonna--think I'm some----nutjob."

Noah winced automatically, knowing that an agreeing insult would be slung. Right now, he was not in the right state of mind to compete intellectually with Martin...with was terrifying in and of itself.

WHO: Martin Boot & Nicole Bardera
WHAT: ;[ Sad times.
WHEN: lmao um. Last Saturday.
WHERE: St. Mungo's
NOTE: Unfinished, but obviously it needed to get posted lmao.

( 'You almost killed yourself today! What the hell were you thinking, Bardera?! You crazy, stupid...' he cut himself off, frustration hindering his ability to think of appropriately stinging insults. )

Who: Martin Boot and Noah Boot
What: Martin has a gift for Noah
Where: Noah's flat

( Ask me why I'm telling you all this )