[Was meant to go up early this morning. <.<  >.> ]

Not for the first time, Rose was pulled out of slumber by the sounds of a guitar being strummed half-heartedly from her living room. She was positive Jeremy had a flat - he’d taken her there after he’d moved in to show off the penthouse - but he still insisted on spending a majority of his time at ( Read more... )

[Should have gone up this morning... Rose made me sleep in too long... <.<  >.>]

It was early. Early enough that as Jeremy made his way down the quiet London street, his breath fogged in front of him, hands hands digging deeper into the pockets of his coat for warmth. He’d only been back for a few nights, and had spent that time visiting his mum and ( Read more... )

Rose,

As Ms. Parkinson stated, we’re all getting custom-made brooms. You’ll be the first to meet with our contractor, Mr. Tristan Bole. Enclosed is the form he’d like you to fill out about your flying and broom preferences. Please go through Ms. Mallory to make an appointment with Mr. Bole.

Let me know if you need anything.

Gwen

The conference room was abuzz with the chatter of the Harpies team. Girls were bent low, heads close together as they whispered their questions and possible hypotheses behind the reason for the meeting having been called.

Rose, however, was not a part of the low murmur. She was currently dozing, arms crossed under her cheek as she breathed heavily. ( Read more... )

The mood at the Inn was too quiet, too somber, for Euan to stay there for long, but he could not face another night in London. Not another night, there. Early the next morning, after going out for a run with Maggie, he left the Inn and Aberdeen behind. It was only after he reached Britain's capital that he realized he wasn't exactly sure where she' ( Read more... )

Rose,

I know things. Sneaky things. The kind of things that involve Euan's free weekends and that he turns twenty-one very, very soon. We should make plans for the kidnapping, yeah?

Let me know!

Mira

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Mira,

You are a very sneaky, sneaky witch, and I think I might love you for it. He never said anything about his birthday coming up, but I ( Read more... )

"Hey Cassiopeia, do you think we'll need anything for note taking, or is that a bit much," Mira asked as she peeked over her twin's shoulder to see what she was mixing together. Whatever it was smelled both fruity and decidedly alcoholic ( Read more... )

Rose,

We have ice cream, biscuits and firewhiskey. All the proper accouterments for plotting a kidnapping, yeah?

Saturday night? Let me know!

Mira

Euan wasn't one for spontaneity. In fact, he took comfort in routine, had ever since he was small, but ever since bumping into one Rose Zeller nearly a year prior, he was finding that it was worming itself more and more into his life. With the thought to seek her out and surprise her for once, the auror in training made his way through Harpies ( Read more... )

Huffing, Rose drug her bag by both hands, step by step, up the stairs of White Chapel towards Regan's room. Her dirty clothes were packed into the bag, including several training uniforms from Harpies' practices, and the clothes she'd worn that weekend while attending her brothers' rock festival in Newcastle. She'd get around to laundering them at ( Read more... )