"Ms. Dorny, it's really just a hazard ( Read more... )

It was dangerously close to curfew and Jemma was twitching with slight anxiety and her stomach buzzing with butterflies. The extent to which her relationship with Drew had progressed in the past few months was, well, not the farthest. In fact, it had been a lot of hand holding and giggling, the two of them sneaking off into the corridors after ( Read more... )

It had been a hell of a few weeks and somehow Jemma was on that strange and uncomfortable line where it indirectly effected her, where the people she cared about were the ones hurt and there was very little she could do about it. Rowan Linney was still in critical condition, the wounds healing but very slowly and her Healers cautioning her husband ( Read more... )

St. Mungo's was buzzing in a way Jemma hadn't seen in a long time. But then, it wasn't every day a Muggle was taken into the magical hospital, and it certainly wasn't every day it was due to a bloody werewolf attack. She couldn't imagine how helpless Rowan must have felt. Even a powerful wizard would be struggling, she knew. Jemma had no idea how ( Read more... )

To say that Jemma had a lot of apologizing to do was an understatement. She was about ready to get on her hands and knees and beg Sebastian not to be completely and totally pissed off at her. Well, she would attempt, but she was feeling a bit fatter than usual ever since she found out about the twins. So, instead, she piled up some varied gourmet ( Read more... )

While Jemma had promised Drew that she would cut back on her extra hours, it was impossible to get her out of her office this Sunday, trying to catch up on any loose-ends she might have missed while investigating the murder pack. It was a silly name but it stuck ever since Sebastian came to visit. With him hunting, she felt she had no choice but to ( Read more... )

Jemma was fourteen weeks pregnant ( Read more... )

There was a little chill creeping into her bedroom, the uncharacteristically ice cold weather lingering still even though it was March and it snuck its way past her windows. It only pushed Jemma closer to Drew while they sat in bed, stacks of paperwork strewn about in front of her, transcripts of interviews glaring at her in the face as she chewed ( Read more... )

( Letter and Package to Sebastian Daley )

When Jemma asked to see Drew perform, she hadn't known what to expect. She had seen him strumming a guitar when they were younger, always watching him as he hummed along with whatever tune he was playing but she'd never seen him on a stage before. The lights were bright, the crowd was eager and the girls was practically throwing themselves at him ( Read more... )