[occurred earlier in the afternoon] Joscelin knew that Tristan and Gwen had spoken to Beauxbatons' Headmistress about him being added to Regan's visitation list, as his own sister had sent him an owl, but he hadn't thought it hurt to butter the woman up with is own correspondence, either. From the way Gwen had written, her own visit had been ... stilted, to say the least. Joscelin thought to get...
Assigned: 36/40/30/24/40+ Completed: 36/40/30/24/41 hvw 's right. This week just looks wrong. No wonder moving to Week 6 must hurt like hell. In other news, I must have been broadcasting abdominal distress. Both cats tried to intervene.
[Took placeSunday night] Katie was almost nervous. Excited nervous; the kind that had made her rosy and fluttery all day, cleaning and preparing Rose Cottage for the arrival of her ex-captain, Regan, and their shiny man, Tristan. It just wasn't often she had people outside her closest friends from childhood, to her home. To Fred's and her home. Just as always, the thought of him made her pause...
...write. Your sister seems well and happy when I see her at home (I imagine her not to be particularly forthcoming with news - Tristan never is, and they were housemates, albeit a cycle apart), and I believe that soon enough I shall be able to call you my own brother-in-law. My brother is generally unamused by my suggestions for ceremonial flowerarrangements. My sincerest best wishes, Regan Bole
It was not custom for Gwen to dress for dinner with Tristan and Regan, but as they were to have a guest, she'd donned cream trousers and an accompanying sweater that were comfortable without being overly formal. Smoothing her hands over the silk blend of her pants, Gwen hummed, satisfied, and smiled upon entering Tristan's gentlemen's lounge as she saw Regan curled up in her chair by the fire. "Share...
