Psyke, in all her frivolous antics and ways, truly hated seeing people in pain, especially those dearest to her. Her brother had been the most important man in her life for as long as she could remember, and while she had hated him for many of those years, they were long gone and buried away. So when he banged on her door at three in the morning completely out of his mind on some sort of panic attack combined with too many pills, well. She'd been in a right state for a few weeks. Psyke had watched her brother plummet into the depths his addiction could take him one too many times, and now she was taking it into her own hands. Alex didn't have anyone to take care of him this time, which Psyke had realized quickly had been the cause of his breakdown. Watching your ex-wife get married and be so very happy about it could do that to a person.

She could really kick Graciela. Not because---well! Psyke knew that it had been her brother who caused the end of the relationship, she did, but Alex was her brother and she didn't appreciate him having to look at his ex's happy journal entries or have the literal wedding invitation shoved into his face. Even Zacharias wasn't helping with all of his excitement about the wedding, and Psyke knew that the only way her brother could truly get over his disease was to completely isolate himself from the world.

So that brought her here, after weeks of not being able to see Alex, to their first visitation day. And...of course she'd gotten the time wrong, and was an hour early. Brilliant, perfect. Psyke was told that the 'serenity garden' was a nice way to take up time, but she found herself sitting on a bench and plucking the petals off a pink flower in hopes that someone would tell her to stop destroying the flora and let her see Alex earlier. With a great big sigh, Psyke looked up from her mutilated flower, only to have her jaw drop.

"What the bleeding hell are you doing here?" She gawked at Michal Conway Lynch, who was sitting on the bench directly across the path. Psyke didn't fix her slouched posture, but her legs uncrossed as her feet dropped to the ground.

WHO: Seth Wadcock & Michal Conway Lynch
WHAT: where have you been for the last three weeks Michal?
WHERE: SCOTTISH COUNTRYSIDE
WHEN: now!

( Sounds about right. They hate fun here. )

Seth had been meaning to ask Henry to be his best man for so long, he didn't even think twice about using The Tattler announcement as an opportunity. In hindsight, he probably should have spoken to Michal first. Now he wasn't responding to his owls, his floo calls, or even coming to the door. He needed to sort this out and quick. It was understandable his best friend his best friend was upset. There was a period of time Seth didn't speak to Henry. A long period of time. He couldn't exactly recall exactly, but there may had been a drunken conversation at some point where they spoke about being each other's best men. Seth was certain he laughed at that, certain he would never get married.

But he did once already, he eloped and told no one. So, clearly he had every right to be upset, but Seth couldn't admit he made the wrong choice. A lot had changed since those drunken nights. His brother pulled his life out of the drain. Turned him around. Seth would not be even getting married right now if it had not been for Henry. They had been through so much in the last two years. It couldn't be anyone else.

Michal didn't exactly make the decision difficult with his reaction to the news that he was engaged. He didn't know what else to do to alleviate this irrational fear that Michal had that he was suddenly abandoning him, and while making Henry best man didn't exactly help, he wasn't about to base his major life decisions around Michal's whimsy. He was though, going to get to the bottom of what ever was going on. Because amount of hostility Seth was getting, suggested there was more going on.

In fact, Michal had been in a funk for ages. And Seth tried to help, but there was only so much he could do when his friend shuts him down at every turn. Either way, he wasn't leaving today until Michal finally spilled where all this misdirected anger was coming from. Breaking into his house was easy. Though was it really breaking in if Michal's super kind, prettier and much smarter sister let him in? With a charming smile and a well placed bribe you could get anywhere. He placed the bottle of whiskey on the counter before starting to roam through his friends home. "Oi! I know your home, and I may have trapped you in here with some crafty spells, so you might as well come out and talk to me. Or not, I have all day, and it seems you have plenty of food for me to eat."

WHO: MICHAL CONWAY LYNCH & LIDDIE LYNCH!!
WHAT: oh you know
WHERE: Michal's house!
WHEN: Saturday night!

( 'What is this? What are you doing?' Michal demanded, taking one-too-many steps forward and as a result, got knocked in the side of the head by a small turquoise bottle. Swearing, he eventually teetered into safe territory in front of Liddie. )

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!

He was a sensible bloke, truly and forever, but damn if each mention of the World Cup didn't remind him how he was the only Falcon not to make their country's squad. Of course he was proud of his teammates, but even the most humble of badgers could feel the sting of jealousy rise up in their chest. Vinny even had Gleny heading off to the event for the WWN, leaving him (and Tristan!) in England to watch from afar.

It was okay. It wasn't the end of the world, it would be good to have an extended holiday. Vinny took it as having more time to rest and have next season remind everyone why he should have been put on the squad instead of Summerby. Summerby! The influence of the Falcons' organization had rubbed off on him slightly, because he had immediately called the other seeker a fluke, but then---no. He'd come off the Cannons too, he knew how they wasted potential.

Vinny was fine, but to be fine meant an extra hour in the gym at the stadium. He shook his head to get the last bits of water out of his hair after his shower and packed up everything to head back home. He was about to leave when he remembered he'd left the latest Falcon newsletter in the players' lounge, and Tristan had been keen on collecting the player cards in each issue. Vinny made his way in and to his locker, and didn't notice his teammate until he'd turned back around.

"Bloody hell, Lynch!" Vinny said, forcing himself not to put a hand to his heart. He shook his head, and then frowned at Michal. He had distinctively stayed late tonight because the stadium should've been empty. "Wait, don't you have rehab tonight?"

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."

It was clear that Michal was still upset with Seth. With Michal out, they hadn't even spoken since he showed up on his doorstep and punching him in the face. Which Seth was fine with letting that go on as long as it needed to for Michal to get over the fact that he had dated his sister secretly a decade ago. All in all, that could have ended in a thousand ways that were worse than him dealing with the silent treatment and a broken jaw (that was quickly fixed).

Seth was willing to let it go on as long as Michal needed right up until things happened with Savannah at the charity gala. He was meeting up with her to discuss the fact that he kissed her, not at all drunk and completely meaning to as soon as he had a free moment. Which would be after practice the day after next. In two days, Seth would have to have a very real, and hopefully mature conversation with his ex-wife whom he kissed, and he hadn’t even told his best friend about it yet.

He needed Michal, if anything to just listen to him. Because other than knowing that he didn’t regret kissing Savannah, he was so unsure about everything else. Did he still love her? Or was he just lonely and falling back into something familiar. He needed to talk it out with someone he trusted before he talked to Savannah. This was too delicate for him to just show up and hope he said the right thing. That he meant what ever it was he was going to say. Though he could possibly go to Henry, he’d really like the opinion of a friend at the moment.

Seth spotted him in the weight room on his way out of the pitch and couldn't pass the opportunity up. “I need to talk to you.” Seth said simply, standing in the doorway effectively blocking his only exit. This was bigger than a grudge being held over something that had happened ten years prior. “It's important.”

Who: Seth and Michal
What: Seth's past can't stay in the past
Why: Because its Seth's past
Where: Seth's House
When: Now
Status: Finishing in comments cause NZ girl is lame.


( Is this how we are saying hello now? )

Michal sank deep into his seat, his arms pulled tightly across his chest. He did not want to be here, as he did not think he needed 'rehabilitation exercises' for his brain, so he most certainly did not want to sign in. He swatted the tapping quill away from his head, and slumped further in his chair. The only reason why he even continued to be here was because when Seth had dropped him off at this clinic like an untrustworthy child, he had gone out of his way to loudly state he would randomly return to check up on Michal's presence, or lack there of. And if he wasn't here for his full hour appointment? Straight to your room when he get home! And he could forget about dessert after dinner as well!

While Michal flirted with many appropriate responses to his increasingly former best friend, he went with the surliest of gestures that came to mind... which was deemed so a few moments later when the old witch behind them immediately knocked Michal in the back of the head with her cauldron, screeching "DECORUM!" Doubling over in pain as stars filled his eyes, he luckily was too disoriented to hear Seth cough out a laugh while he helped Michal to the nearest seat.

That had been twenty minutes ago, and while his head had stopped hurting and Seth had finally departed, Michal couldn't quite say that old lady's strike had removed any unruly in him. Now he just felt more justified in never moving from this seat, because if he wasn't allowed to leave without enduring endless harassment from Seth, then he would revolt in the smarmiest way he knew how; by not signing in and meeting his stupid Healer, and most certainly not learning about all the potions, 'exercises', treatment 'plans', etc. etc. he would be enduring for the next how many months of his recoup time.

Just as Michal began to contemplate if it would be better to be sleeping when Seth returned, a familiar face made him perk up in his seat a little. What was Arista Skyes doing here? His arms across his chest loosened as he watched the witch breeze through the room with her head held high. He hadn't heard news of her sustaining an injury (though he supposed he had had a couple dodgy days...), so with his curiosity peaked, Michal continued to watch her go about her business until she eventually perched on a seat a couple down from his own. He looked around to see if anyone else thought this occurrence to be as strange as he thought (not another soul present it seemed), he waited before tentatively addressing her.

"Hello," he grunted.

Who: Michal Conway Lynch & Larkin Whitby!
What: omg these two
Where: Mungo's! His room
When: nowish!

( Who gave you access to my room? )