| 21 Nov 2008|10:09pm |
| 000111 |
The lot of you are rather uneventful, aren't you?
[Doges + Tomas Booth] I should hope that you blokes are a little more interesting. Updates? [/Doges + Tomas Booth]
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| 21 Nov 2008|06:40pm |
| Seven |
Apparently having three children dramatically cuts down a man's social life.
Who would have known.
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| 21 Nov 2008|07:36pm |
| Friends and Family! |
It felt so very good to be a married man.
Santiago grinned from his seat at the head table, trying to suppress his confusion at Seymour's banjo ballad. He had no idea why he thought it would be a good idea to tell his friend he'd have a moment of spotlight at the reception, but...at least it had its memories.
He wanted to feel bad that it wasn't a traditional wizarding wedding ceremony, but who was he kidding? Santiago was raised in the Catholic church, he'd never pictured his own to be anything different and---even though it had ruined a lot of their initial plans, he couldn't be happier with the day.
Mostly because of the beautiful bride he was currently gripping hands with.
He leaned over to Jolene and smiled widely, sure that he managed to show off all of his teeth. It was remarkable; Santiago never thought he'd love someone as much as he did Jolene, and she managed to sweep him off his feet in--if he wanted to be honest, that first day in St. Mungo's. When she was looking ill and sickly and still managed to make his heart jump and flip and tie his stomach into knots? Well. Deus, it was perfect.
"It was not that bad, yes?" he said, amused with the light and awkward applause Seymour had received.
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| 21 Nov 2008|10:17am |
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:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
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| 21 Nov 2008|08:40am |
| onze |
( ALEX )
I cannot believe my brother is getting married today! I do not think I thought that would happen. Ever. Jolene, you are one-of-a-kind!
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| 20 Nov 2008|11:52pm |
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First check up for the baby is tomorrow...I'm so nervous about this
Mackenzie! Would you like to meet up for lunch tomorrow afternoon?
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| 20 Nov 2008|09:01pm |
| Joyyyy |
Finn had really underestimated the hyper activeness of a room full of toddlers.
As Joy let out last of the party stragglers, Finn leaned against the back counter of the kitchen, yawning greatly. Cormac could barely walk, how he and his little friends had managed to run into every room of the house was completely beyond him. There were streamers thrown about every piece of furniture, his cushions were stained with cake and candy-coated handprints, and Finn really didn't want to know about the dirty diaper bin they'd set up in the bathroom.
His nose scrunched as Joy returned, and he lifted his chin to point at their son, who was passed out like a log in a nearly upside down position on the couch. Thankfully everything had been charmed for an extra bounce because of all the little ones running into things, but they should probably move him before he twitched and fell to the ground.
Eh, in a minute.
"That was the wildest party I've ever been to in my life."
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| 19 Nov 2008|10:25pm |
| [Emmeline] |
He didn't know what he was doing.
Well, okay he did. But he still didn't know why he was doing it. The whole... Emmeline Thing.
She had Dearborn now, and as much as he hated it, she seemed to (for reasons beyond him) actually like the jerk. Which was okay, really, because why should he get in the way of that? Except that he couldn't help but be obnoxious and try to do it anyway--for as long as they'd been broken up and all the crap they'd gone through at the end of their relationship, Ben still couldn't help but in some part of his mind think of her as his. They'd dated for too long and he still liked her too much for him to just switch that off, even though she obviously had and the whole thing was now making him look pathetic.
So why was he even there, was the question.
Conveniently, it had just walked through the door of the café, stopping him from getting up right then and leaving to rethink his attitude. Ben grimaced, but as Emmeline approached the table he hid it under a hopefully convincing smile. One look at her, and he should have run while he had the chance. This was why he liked being at Hogwarts in the first place. Talking to her in the journals was one thing, but seeing her was a whole other tidal wave of frustration--at himself, and at her for liking that disgusting Slytherin so much.
"I, ah--didn't know what you'd want to drink, so I didn't order anything yet."
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| 18 Nov 2008|08:19pm |
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Fabian. Prewett.
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| 18 Nov 2008|08:12pm |
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I smell like pumpkins.
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| 18 Nov 2008|05:45pm |
| &16!!!!!! |
( MARAUDERS )
I think Halloween has officially become my favorite holiday.
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| 17 Nov 2008|10:43pm |
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Shit! There's a huge ink stain--a thing on the wall. I just threw my transfiguration work at the bloody wall and the ink hadn't dried and oh bloody hell
Hogsmeade weekend was good. Really really good. Can we have another one again this weekend? Please please please please please please?
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| 17 Nov 2008|11:08pm |
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I am happier than I have ever been in my entire life. A bit tired, yes, but extremely happy.
I just wish Miranda was--
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| 17 Nov 2008|07:28pm |
| Seven |
So.
Mycroft.
I have a present for you, but you have to come to bed to get it.
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| 17 Nov 2008|01:04am |
| 014 |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRANK!
You are the best husband in the whole wide world!
You can also request any kind of baked good your heart desires
And I'm going to make this really obnoxious because it's the best day EVER!
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| 16 Nov 2008|11:48pm |
| Gabriel! |
Franzy sighed loudly as she waited impatiently at the restaurant that her mother had picked out, which was way to fancy for lunch. Really, where was he? Couldn't he at least have the decency to at least be on time. And where in merlin's name was the waiter? She had been sitting there for at least five minutes and they haven't even brought her some water while she waited.
"Excuse me" She said to the first person to pass her wearing a uniform, "I'm I not allowed to get anything to drink while I'm waiting?"
"Ah sorry ma'am, What can I get for you?" the waiter ask in a tone that clearly stated his annoyance.
Franzy scowled at the man, it was his own damn fault for taking so long. "A glass of wine. Pino Grigio if you have it. Thanks."
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