*locks the door to the shop and pockets the key in her jeans* *gives Greg a wide smile goodnight as she heads towards Gringotts to make the nightly deposit*

*stops as she walks down the Alley and sees Pansy closing up her store as well*

Spice! Hi! *bounces over and gives Pansy a one armed hug*

Who: Sally and Greg
Where: Quality Quidditch Supplies
What: Sally has a little oops and Greg has to rescue her
Why: Because sometimes spells go wrong

(What's going on? Why can't I see you? What did you do?)

Who: Sally & Justin
When: Tuesday, July 17th
What: Moving!
Where: The Perks/Davis/Finch-Fletchley Cottage

(At the moment, I'm wondering why were talking at all.)

*it was quiet today, for some reason* *Greg was busy doing inventory and Enid had gone upstairs for a nap* *after cleaning up her work area, Sally found herself incredibly bored*

What the hell can I do? *perks up and pulls out a long slender box* *opens it and removes a unfinished broom* *the broomstick is polished to a gleaming gold colour* *smiles at the stick approvingly before pulling out several books* *several very thick books* *pressed between the pages of one is a small square of material, a piece of a very old invisibility cloak*

*flicks her wand to the Wireless, filling the shop with Weird Sisters* *she always works better with music* *flips the book to a marked page and reads*

*focuses on the waiting broomstick and slowly begins to move her wand over the wood* *with each subtle movement, words appear carved in the wood, a deep maroon* *mutters softly as she works, completely lost in her work*

*flops down on the bed, their bed, with an grin* I think we have everything in the proper rooms. Now we just have to unpack.

*looks up at Justin, utterly amazed that he's really living here with her* *holds out her hand so she can tug him down next to her*

Come here, love.

*after making such an fool of herself the best thing she could think of was to lock herself in the spare room* *turns the long stick over in her hand, muttering a string of charms* *sighs when the broomstick doesn't react the way she wants and scrubs a hand over her face* *knows why her concentration is shot to hell and sighs*

*mutters* You gave him the journal, you stupid girl. Brilliant move.

*hides in Doc's office, stares at the floor* *she'd been here all day, checking in on Blaise and Zach about once every hour* *starts to think about getting some food and heads down to the lobby*

*stops abruptly when she sees Justin and freezes in her place* *yells at her feet to move, but can't manage it*

*its dark by the time she comes down out of the sky, her cheeks and eyes red from crying and the moisture from all the clouds she's flown through* *circles her cottage a few times, trying to determined if anyone is home* *sighs lands in the garden and heads into the kitchen* *looks around for Sugar and frowns when she doesn't see her* *really doesn't want to be alone right now*

*goes upstairs and peeks into the bedroom Sugar had turned into a closet* *doesn't bother saying hello* We're going out. Put your shoes on.

Who: Sally and Tracey
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Home
What: Sally finds out some shocking news
Why: Tracey is good at her job

(I don't understand. How can someone just.. leave like that? Didn't she love any of us?)

To: Pansy Parkinson
From: Sally Anne Perks

Spice,

It's your birthday. I truly hope you're spending it having fun and not driving Chad crazy.

And I got you flowers. Because they're pink! And it's a pink margarita!

Love,

Sally

*the note is nestled into a large arrangement of flowers, charmed to stay fresh for weeks*

*walks back into the cottage, drenched from head to toe* *sets a broom in against the wall and kicks off her sopping wet trainers followed by equally wet socks* *pads into the living room from the kitchen, wringing her hair out as she walks*

*grins widely at Tracey, who is curled up on the sofa reviewing a case file* *plops down in a wooden rocking chair that Tracey always nagged at her to get rid of* *it didn't go with the orange sofa, but it was Gran's favourite chair and she couldn't part with it*

We're both working today, it seems. How's it going?

Who: Sally and Justin
When: Saturday, Early Evening
Where: Sally's Cottage
What: Checking up on her castle treehouse

(You offering something more tempting than a quick dip in icy cold water then?)

*apparates into her living room after a very long day at work* *plops down on the gigantic orange sofa and tugs her boots off, rubbing her toes* *grumbles* I need a raise. *sends her boots into the hall closet, smiling at how out of place they look next to Sugar's heels*

*hears the distinct sound of a hammer and grins widely, all her tension easing away* *pulls her socks off and heads out the kitchen door barefoot* *makes it to the base of her favourite tree and looks up with a grin* Hello up there.

Who: Sally and Pansy
When: May 15th
What: Talking, laughing, gossip and cat treats
Why: Because they're friends. (So says Sally.)

(If you do want a hug, I require a written request and at least a week's notice.)

Who: Sally and Justin
When: Wednesday Evening
Where: Sally's Cottage, Stratford-Upon-Avon
What: A loooong time coming
Warning: NC17.

(I can think of much more enjoyable ways to spend the evening.)

*left the front door and the kitchen door wide open so she could hear if anyone stopped by* *lays on her stomach in the cool grass, idly flipping through the latest issue of Which Broomstick* *has a small notebook next to her and makes a note here and there, no real design in her mind, just a few ideas floating about* *the sun peeks around a cloud just enough to warm her arms and she grins* *streches a bit, her shirt creeping up her torso* *giggles as the grass tickles her stomach, but it's quite comfortable here in the grass and doesn't bother moving*

*heads down Diagon Alley, a large grin on her face* *aside from the small run in with her mother, the weekend was the best time she'd had in ages* *opens the door to Chad's shop and bounces in*

*peeks around looking for Pansy or Chad and when she sees neither of them starts looking around a bit* *catches sight of some cat treats and looks them over, wondering which Cat would like best*

Who: Sally-Anne, Tracey and Justin
When: Saturday, May 12th
Where: Astro's Field, Huston, Texas
What: A baseball game in which Tracey guzzles beer, they eat nachos and talk about everything.
Why: Because what's better than three Brits watching baseball in Texas heat?


(I'm not eating one of those though. I have to draw the line somewhere.)

*sits in-between Tracey and Justin, her booted feet resting on the chair in front of them* *her knee is touching Justin's, happy for that even that bit of contact* *takes a rather large bite of the hot dog she holds in one hand, a plastic cup of light beer in the other* *grins after she swallows, the warm Texas sun and bright blue sky reviving her after months of English winter*

*the familiar crack of a bat and ball connecting sounds and she jumps up as the ball flies deep into left field below them* YES! *raises her hot dog in celebration as a player crosses home plate* *when the second manges to slide into home she holds her breath until the umpire yells out "Safe!"* *joins in the cheering fans around her before sinking back into her seat, beaming*

Isn't this great?! *her twang has been easing back into her voice since they're arrival Thursday night* *Friday had been spent trying to adjust to the time difference and spending the day with her father, who couldn't be happier to see them all* Honestly, I've no idea why baseball never caught on in England.

Who: Sally and Justin
When: Tuesday Evening, After Dinner
Where: Sally's Cottage
Why: Because it's about time she talked about it

(I want to give you guarantees, Sunshine, but those won't alleivate a thing.)