#beckavery

No one knew how to enjoy a party better than Evan, whether drinking or flirting, sometimes even teasing people over the smallest of things. He'd spotted a friend amongst the crowd, now without his date, so he decided to go over. A mischievous grin on his mouth as he took the seat beside the wizard, the blonde nodded his head in form of greeting. "That's a good date you've got yourself, though I'd be a terrible friend if I didn't warn you about Selwyn girls."

It wasn't getting terribly hard to conceal sleep, even as she'd moved in with Mary and hung up the portraits Sirius had given her. If she was sober, then it was too difficult to try and fall asleep, and if she was drunk or high the nightmares kept waking her up. It was becoming an issue as she dragged her feet on the way to work and she found herself trying all sort of powders to numb herself enough so that sleep would come. It simply didn't work, so she'd made up her mind, it couldn't hurt to ask for help. She'd been waiting at the examination room to see a healer, tapping her foot nervously on the floor, raising her gaze only when the door was opened. Her heartrate spiked immediately, quickly standing up from her seat as she recognised the wizard and couldn't control the anger building up within her. "I'm not doing this, I asked for someone else." Marlene blurted out, stepping backwards and away from him. "Wasn't it enough already to show up at my place like that?"

After hearing all the news his friends had to share, Peter was feeling slightly overwhelmed, the usual feeling of being left behind a tad stronger as he could only sit back and reflect on his own life and what he was doing with it. He went out to get a drink, somewhere he wouldn't run into too many people he knew, but ended up having several instead. He'd stood up to take a wee, coming back to order himself another glass when he accidentally stumbled and spilled someone's drink. "Merlin, sorry." The blonde was quick to mumble an apology, turning to the other wizard. "The next round is on me, alright?"

It hadn’t been all too longer after their meeting before the owl had arrived, details as to where Estelle would find herself just a little while later. Had it caused the blonde to smile? Yes, but it wasn’t something she was quite willing to admit aloud. There was something about it that had messed with her, in good ways yet still, it played on her mind.

And then the evening had arrived. Estelle was nothing if not a being radiating confidence. A hint of softness in her features, mixed in with the usual smile. Ever the charming witch. Heels had echoed on the pavement of Diagon Alley until she’d found the little place Beck had mentioned in his letter. It looked nice, like an almost hole-in-the-wall type of place; hidden in every form of the word.

A last shot to fix what could end up being a catastrophe, the witch felt somewhat relieved when she saw the familiar face walking into the shop. "The owl didn't say exactly what happened, but you can try and guess by the smoke surrounding us." Charity explained quite calmly, her voice even as she turned her head to look at the source of the problem. "Should've probably called the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrohpes but that would've upset my boss quite a ton. This fountain, it's a prank of sorts, started fuming all of a sudden-- well, kind of. I got mad at a client and then it started, so I might have been the cause for it." Her custom shrug of the shoulders, she stepped forwards and pushed her hair away from her neck to show the issue at hand. "I've now got a rash, surely you can help me with that, but also mayhaps with the fountain issue?"