WHO: Hippocrates Smethwyck & Rachel Englewood
WHAT: ajdlkjadsfkjad;fkja
WHERE: St. Mungo's!
WHEN: TODAY
RATING: PG

( Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection. )

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: Rachel Englewood and Hippocrates Smethwyck
What: A promotion for Rachel!
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Now :o

( Moving or relocating is the process of vacating fixed location (such as a residence or business) and settling in a different one. Depending on the circumstances, it can be a happy or unhappy occasion for the person. )

Who: Rachel Englewood + NPC'd Ministry staff (AND CREEP MICHAEL LOCHTE)
What: Rachel gets hauled in for bloodline questioning due to her immigration and other "sketchy" details
Where: Ministry offices
When: Today, at 6

( And according to my sources, he has two Muggle, magic-less parents )

Who: Hippocrates Smethwyck and Rachel Englewood
What: Heavy handed juice pouch metaphors? IDK CRACK!
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Today, lunchtime

( Initially the punch had only a silver dot where the straw was to be punctured through, this however was very difficult to open as there was no difference in the strength or material of the pouch at that point. )

WHO: Hippocrates Smethwyck and Rachel Englewood
WHAT: EVEN MOAR CRACK Despite of his love woes, our Smethy manages to snag a savvy new assistant!
WHERE: St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
WHEN: Today, at 10 to 6
RATING: G

( There was a lot to learn-- Rachel was going to have to make sure she was organized, thorough, and efficient--and learning to speed walk would probably help a lot. )

She felt like she hadn't done anything outside of work and sleep for the past month. Giada couldn't believe---a month and a day, Alexandria had been dead a month and a day. Her friend had been gone for one month and one full day and she still couldn't find the strength to start...start moving on as people liked to say. How--how was she supposed to do that? It wouldn't make things better, it wouldn't bring one of her best friends back, so--so--what was the point?

If there was one, Giada couldn't see it. She felt terribly guilty for having to put Graeme through all of this, just as they'd moved in together, but all her attempts at being happy were short-lived and...ugh. She wouldn't be surprised if he broke up with her, with how she was so closely resembling a dementor, the way she sucked the fun out of everything she did.

The knock on their flat's door surprised her, and Giada slipped off the couch, keeping her warm blanket over her shoulders. Graeme was out somewhere (ugh, horrible girlfriend, he'd told her too but she hadn't exactly been listening---) and she wasn't expecting anyone, but it was probably Sam or Ally, checking in and making sure she wasn't drowning away her sorrows. They'd be sorely disappointed.

"Rachel!" she squeaked after peeking through the peep hole. Giada opened the door and smiled as warmly as she could (which wasn't much) at her friend. "Hi, hi--come in." Oh, she probably looked a wreck.