Adeline Selwyn loves Xander's direwolf.

Xander.

Are we dueling today?

Lottie.

I brought cupcakes home for you.

People will say just about anything these days.

Xander.

So

How are you?

Lottie.

I have to tell you something.

Zippy.

Do you want to come over? I have someth For tea later?

Tristan.

It gets easier right? Because right now it just hurts. And it doesn't seem like it's going away.

Tristan.

Tristan.

Lottie.

Where are you?

[Added later]
Lottie, Zippy.

Zippy. Are you oka Do you want to come over?

Tristan.

Have you read the Prophet?

Xander.

I think we should make our lesson this week more practical.

Leticia Travers.

I don't care I'm going to see my brother today.

Lottie.

Will you stay in with me tonight?

Mark Gamp

I don't want my brother to die and he's going to die unless you do something. Please fix him. Please, please, please. There has to be something we can do.

Mark Gamp.

How is my brother's condition? Are you any closer to finding a cure for him? The healers at St. Mungo's aren't saying much and every time I get near to that ward I get shooed away. Well, I did until they moved them all to Tinworth and now I'm hearing even less. You're going to fix him, aren't you? You won't let him die.

Tristan.

We have affairs to discuss. Let me know when you are feeling up to it, or if you would prefer me to come by with your correspondence.

I think what is happening in Tinworth is a tragedy and if someone wants to organise an event to help make it stop, then how can that be seen as a bad thing? It's hardly fair to berate someone for wanting to do something to help, even if it might not be in the way you might have done or hoped. And maybe instead of slagging them for doing something, you could organise something yourself or at least contribute ideas instead of snippy quips and snark.

Lottie.

I have a bruise on my cheek and my favourite satin heels are broke and caked with mud. And why was there sea-weed stuck to my plaid skirt this morning? I smell like the Thames.

        Vomit. And the Thames.


  What the fuck did we do?

Ow. Why is there a band in Kensington Gardens? Quit with the cymbal crashes. Okay? Or is that actually construction noises?

Tristan and Mark + Lottie

TRISTAN!


     WIth Lots lost in

        London


Hiding from mug gles with CLUBS. And silly hats.

      ONly 3/4ths of shoes present.

This river is pretty. And stars. Loads

HELP

   XOXO Addie and Lottie.

Tristan.

At least I don't require you to buy me coats made of cat dolls. You sh

Lottie.

Let's invite the lads over for drinks tonight. Are you feeling up to it?

Slow day at the hospital. The Welcome Witch is out sick so I've been asked to fill in. Dreadfully boring. And most people's injuries aren't nearly as life-threatening as they presume. Though the one gentleman did get rather cross and have a go at me for moving the girl who had turned herself putrid and green in colour ahead of him, but really.. Being obnoxiously verde beats sprouting a beak and quacking uncontrollably. Lunch can't come soon enough. Mark, do

Jeremy.

Do you think that, now that Brown is dead, we still have to go to that sham of a baby shower?

Tristan
Addie is drunk. This was supposed to be warded to Mark but she failed.

And just what are you up to this evening?

Lottie.

Pub. Put on some eyeliner and fluff your hair. Let's go.

Xander.

Xander?

Wow. I could scarcely believe the news in yesterday's Prophet.. I guess it just goes to show, you never really can know someone, can you? I'm just glad the DMLE was able to apprehend her before anyone else was harmed. Who knows what sort of murderous rampage she may have committed. Not very charitable.

Incredibly dishy, shirtless aurors makes me wish I had a Ministry job too. Congratulations, Auror Shacklebolt.

Lottie.

How are exams? Acing them I presume. I'll make dinner for you tonight and have snacks in case you want to revise late.

Tristan.

A new shipment has arrived.

Xander.

I'm going to Honeyduke's later today to get Lottie some Drooble's and fudge. Do you want to go with me? We could stop at the Broomsticks.

You know I just think it would be nice if everyone could get along for, like, a day. And I think it would be really nice if I could go a day without my friends and myself being accused of being murderers. I'm not a criminal and I don't appreciate being treated like one just for being a pureblood and wanting to marry another pureblood.

I have a right to live, and live my beliefs just like anyone else. Muggleborns included.