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.

Charlie was pretty sure he'd missed out on a wonderful career as a party planner. As he stared out at the dance floor, which he stood over on a platform where the DJ was spinning a mix of wizard and muggle music (even with some popular French songs that were actually pretty catchy if Charlie said so himself). He wasn't surprised at how many people showed up, but it still nearly startling to see how bloody happy everyone was to be there! Sure, some looked ridiculous with the fake mustaches that were passed out (not required, obviously), but a lot had actually grown out their beards and it was----cool, they tried, they wanted to be there and they wanted to have a good time. Charlie wanted to have a good time.

The Kestrels were not top of the pack, and while he believed in his team completely, the stress of the numbers had been getting to them. A night like this was necessary, and maybe it could rejuvenate the team that had lost some valuable members this season and had done a bit of shifting around. They were still trying to get themselves into place, and it needed to happen faster than it was.

Plus, Axe had been pissy all week that no one had acknowledged the anniversary of his birth.

Charlie grabbed the mic from the DJ and grinned, enjoying colorful scene laid out in front of him. funkybuddha club had been a perfect choice for the night, "Don't everyone tire themselves out! There's still a lot more festivites to look forward to!"

( enter funkybuddha club )

Tristan knew that it was a terrible idea to just show up unannounced, but -- well, he'd said he was going to go and visit Psyke, but he'd been waiting for her to invite him. Her brother going through his divorce was going to be hard on the bloke, and he didn't want to apparate into the middle of something awkwardly and say something wrong.

Being hated by the family that you were supposed to be (eventually, okay!) involved with was probably not in his best interests.

But. But! It had been months since Psyke had moved, and he didn't really do anything outside of practice quidditch and go home to sleep (Merlin, maybe he ought to get a cat or something...). That just made Psyke's absence even more obvious, and he'd had enough of it.

He huffed out a breath of air and glanced down at his watch. It was almost verging on late, and it had started to rain... this was a perfect mess, was what it was. He took a breath and lifted his hand up to knock on the door.

Hopefully Psyke was going to answer, or this was just going to be awful.

Who: Tristan and Psyke!
Where: After quidditch, in the in-between area separating fans from players
What: Psyke has something to ask!
When: Uhhh now?


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WHO: Graciela Smith and Psyke Brown
WHAT: Random visits and a confrontation
WHERE: Psyke's House
WHEN: Today!

( Wow. So you are capable of being a total bitch. That was unexpected. )

Who: Psyke Brown and Tristan Bardera
What: Trying to help?
Where: Her house
When: Today?
Status: Finishing in comments!

( Griffith's doing a better job with the team now that everything's...out in the open. )

Who: Psyke Brown and Tristan Bardera
What: Awkward and angsty walk in the park
Where: A muggle park!

( She looked so blank. )

Who: The Browns + Smiths + friends!
What: Harper and Lavender come home, time for steaks! Annnnnnnd some other stuff.
Where: Brown's house!
When: Monday afternoon/evening.

Harper loved being home. He loved his wife and especially his daughter. It was kind of sad she slept so much, but Psyke and Harper had hardly set her down since they'd been home. Harper was kind of tired and napping with the baby on his chest when he heard people rustling about and hushed talking. Opening an eye he inspected the people coming in and gave a quirk of a smile as Lavender started squirming a little.

He sat up and held her carefully, getting out of the recliner gingerly. Grinning broadly he passed her over to Malcolm and clapped him on the shoulder with a wink to Psyke. "Fairy godfather, eh? You should change her princess diapers good sir. Wash your hands first and after, Imma go cook me some steak."

Who: Psyke and Harper Brown
What: Night in Diagon Alley :[
When: Night of May 1st
Status: Finishing in Comments

( Oh, oh. the Little Miss was not happy about this at all. )

"OhmygodIcouldeatthisallday!"

Psyke's eyes widened to the size of the the plate in front of her, the one that the glorious piece of cheesecake was sitting on top of. It was just--perfect. It was the perfect way to celebrate for Wendy because really what was better than cheesecake? Chocolate cheesecake, yes, but she'd already had that slice and---yeah, okay. Eat!

And gossip!

"So ohmygod okay---" Psyke put down her fork, then hands up to show that she was going to focus full attention on her friend. Even though the cake was...it was teasing her. It was definitely teasing her and the baby was like almost controlling her hands as she reached for the fork again annnnnnd okay, cake. "Okay, so what did you do afterward? There had to be parties, I mean! I've hosted a few of them before!"

Sigh, sigh! She'd never get to host a party like that again, now with the little one on the way, but she did know that she threw the best ones. And would miss them. Ahhhh, okay, no! Having a baby was sooooo much better than a party. Sometimes. When they're not crying and making messes and waking you up in the middle of the night for no reason and---

--babies were great.

Psyke took another forkful of cheesecake because it simply couldn't be helped, but her eyes were definitely focused on Wendy, waiting for her reply.

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: Psyke Smith and Harper Brown
What: Talks about important stuff
Where: Their new house
When: Earlier this month this week ;]

( So, yes, she wanted to marry him. Wasn't that cool? )