Who: Salazar Brownless, Samuel Bigglesworth, no consciences included!
When: August 15 1979, morning. Well. Afternoon. Knockturn morning!
Where: La res Brownsworth, Sal & Sam's room.
Summary: The last time we saw Sal and Sam, Sal had ingested E and Sam pretended to be on it too to get in bed with Sal! Now, a few weeks later, we had Sal's birthday! ... on which he slipped Sam E to get him into bed! Hilarity ensues! Liberal drug use! Probable hangovers! Awkward moments!

Sal was very confused. This was understandable. If you'd spent your entire life being a raging homophobe, largely due to the training of your best friend, but had spent the past number of weeks having Funny Feelings for said friend, and had gone so far as to drug them to get them to sleep with you, you would be confused, too. It's a confusing sort of situation. Sal's 27th birthday had, as far as 27th birthdays went, been very fun, he thought. He couldn't fully remember. He did remember buying the E, though, and slipping it into Sam's drink while he'd been doing lines. And, being that there was an obnoxious amount of sunlight pouring through their constantly closed curtains, and being that they were both naked, and being that he had his arm over Sam's chest, that had probably gone well. He was distantly aware of being very sore, so it must have gone very well.

Still, there remained the nagging problem of the morning after. Well, afternoon, probably. Sal wasn't entirely sure how to handle this. Not that he'd been sure the last time, but Sam had woken up first the first time, so Sal hadn't had to wait. Now Sal was awake and Sam wasn't yet, so Sal was just lying there, trying not to move, wondering what Sam would do when he woke up. He wondered if Sam would figure out what Sal had done. He wondered what Sam would do if he did. He wondered if it mattered. He wondered how much longer he could stay still before that godawful feeling throughout his body led to him retching.

Who: Tim Harbourne and Devin Lyle.
When: August 2, 1979- evening.
Where: Wherever the hell they're residing.
Summary: Devin and Tim discuss stuff.

Tomorrow, Devin Andrew Lyle would turn 19 years old. Rightfully, he should have been in some sort of anticipatory celebratory sort of mood, but as it was, he was brooding nervously and wishing he was somewhere else. This was largely because he and Tim had agreed to have A Talk. Like most talks to have to be agreed to being had, it was not likely to be a particularly enjoyable one. Devin had called this Talk specifically because he wanted to fight a war, Timothy didn't, and this needed to be sorted out.

Devin and Tim rarely disagreed on anything, or at least anything major. Devin didn't like the feeling. It had been putting him in a bad mood for weeks on end. Not that he hadn't tried to hide it.

Looking tired, nervous, and generally like he didn't want to be where he was, Devin waited for Tim to walk in so they could talk. Apparently.

Who: Emile Chevalier and Gisèle Facet
When: Evening of July 26th.
Where: Chevalier mansion.

M. and Mme. Chevalier had taken his sisters out for the night, leaving Emile all alone in the Chevalier mansion. Emile had decided this was the prime opportunity to finally show Gisèle his home. Though he knew they wouldn't disown him, Emile had yet to tell his parents about Gisèle: their displeasure over him dating a halfblood would not make his life any easier. Any time they had met up this summer, it had been at her place, and considering the apartment's size and the amount of people they had to fit in there, they hadn't had much in the way of privacy.

To be honest, it was maybe too startling a change of scenery; after Gisèle's minuscule three bedroom apartment, his house seemed five times larger than it usually was. Emile became increasingly conscious of this fact as he walked across the hallway to let Gisèle in. "Hey," he smiled, greeting her with a kiss.

Who: Dia Zappa and Stephen Bysshe
When: Saturday, July 7, 1979-- fairly late.
Where: Stephen's place
Summary: Dia knows she's stupid, now she apologizes. She hopes Stephen realizes that this is a VERY BIG STEP FOR HER. xD

Dia had spent a good part of her afternoon and evening working at the bar with noticeably less spunk than usual. There was no bar dancing, no drinks on the house, no Zeppelin. She was quite obviously very preoccupied. When she'd finally gotten to leave at about eleven she had made up her mind to talk to Stephen. She hadn't figured out when, exactly, she would do that, but the fact that Lo had gotten her to this point at all was a very big deal for Dia.

Normally, she had a tendency to brush it off when she messed up. Let it go. Get over it. Forget about any hurt she might have caused. Move on. It was selfish as hell, but it had worked fairly well before now. Granted, she also didn't always hang around the best group of people and that sort of betrayal was reciprocated regularly. But, Stephen, was a really good guy. He didn't deserve her bullshit and as hard as she'd tried to forget about it all, well, she couldn't. Though she refused to admit it, she was falling hard for him--even during this little period where they weren't speaking.

As this ran through her head while she headed out of the bar she realized she couldn't wait. Without a second thought, she Apparated to Stephen's, walked up to the door, and knocked. Only after this did she notice her hand shaking a bit.