A chilly breeze comes off of the sea at South Hampton, where Blackstone Martimus had recently acquired a house of his own. It lies near the mouth of the estuary where it reaches the sea, and is only a short walk from the beach, yet still not too far from the city. The gentle lapping of waves and the salty smell of the ocean makes Blackstone feel like the luckiest man on earth.

Blackstone Martimus is currently working as a division head in the Ministry. Here he enjoys relaxing with his friends, meeting with coworkers or just relaxing in his time off.

Calamity stumbles onto the white beach. She curses and sighs.

"I knew I shouldn't be the one who had tested the Portkey!" she hissed and swirled her head around to see something-

A house! It was beautiful! Letting her breath out, she trudged to the villa.

Nath was sitting on the Martimus's beach house's porch, eating a tea cake, they were rather bad, but it was passable as food. He looked up as a girl appeared on the white beach. Strange, but hopefully she would be welcomed, or perhaps punished for trespassing.

Ivy hadn't heard back from Calamity, and it had been a week. She told her not to test that portkey!!! She decided to send her owl, Lorelai, after her. Lorelai was like a GPS, once she had your scent, she could find you anywhere. Calamity and Ivy were best friends, Ivy was worried.

"Hey Tim, what's going on?" Blackstone asked, coming out onto the porch. Noticing a girl struggling up the beach, Blackstone went down to her.

"Excuse me" he asked "Are you lost? Can I help you?"

John looked up from his book and followed Nath's gaze to a girl wandering on the beachhead towards their friend's beach house followed by an owl. He hadn't seen the girl on the beach an hour ago when he had arrived, so she must have just arrived. Muggles didn't wander up this way often, so this might be an interesting case. He decided not to be hostile to this girl, it always paid off to start with southern hospitality. He watched Nath great the girl and stood up, prepared to assist the girl in any way possible.

"Why hello miss! We'd be happy to help you in any way in our ability, what's your name madam?"

Varus walked up towards to the beach house and looked in disdain.
"Do people actually live here?"
He made note of it's flaws as he walked up the path, and while he was uninvited, he doubted that the spineless Blackstone could protest against him.

Opening the doors he looked towards Blackstone and said with a hint of pretentiousness.
"Let me see, judging by the poor paint job, small space, miss matched furniture and lesser individuals who mingle in what might as well be under a bridge, I'd wager that you consider this poor excuse for a dwelling your home...if you even have the courage."

With a flick of his wand, Blackstone pushed Varus away from the door. "Why are you here? Wouldn't expect to see you here." Blackstone said. His house was actually quite nice. Giving his wand a wave, several disillusionment charms were lifted to reveal a very modern stylistic beach house.

"So you expected me to let you in uninvited, Varus? I see my house isn't the only thing you're disillusioned about."

"Merlin, thank you. Thank you, thank you." Calamity whispered as she was greeted by who looked like a owner of the house.

"Hello, my name is Calamity...Erm...I was testing a portkey and I was sent here...Sorry for coming onto your property!" she replied sheepishly as she walked up with him.

"Lorelai!" she gasped happily and said quickly, "I'm okay for now, please tell that to Ivy. And send her my greetings!"

Turning back to John, Nathan, Blackstone and Timothy, she smiled and offered them some coffee she had gotten from the parcel that Ivy had sent her.

"I know I need help, but I do need a break form the Ministry. Well, all right then. Do you need help with anything?" she looked at the weird-looking cake that Timothy was eating and felt bad for him.

"Are those made of rocks?" she asked, not wanting to offend them in any way.

Lorelai came back sooner than Ivy would have imagined. The owl brought back good news. Ivy smiled, Calamity always knew how to live her life, but Ivy felt responsible for protecting her no less, like a little sister almost. Ivy sighed, laughing, "Calamity, Calamity, Calamity," she said to nobody in particular. She sent back one more parcel with food, just in case these people ate dirt, she didn't know them, so she could never tell.

"Actually, I don't know. What are those, Nath? Where'd you get them?" Blackstone said, slightly puzzled. "Here, would you like to come inside and warm up? It's a bit chilly out. I'm Blackstone, by the way."

Blackstone had no idea how a portkey could misdirect there. But stuff like that did happen. "So... you work with the ministry? I suspect you were testing portkeys for the cup?" he asked. He had no idea who this person was, but she was obviously a little lost... and a bit scattered, too, so it was the polite thing to do to offer hospitality.

Nath smiled, "Actually I brought them from home, you know that my house elf, Yuuzhan, usually makes great food, but these don't travel all that well. If you would like to stay at this house on your breaks from the misistry, you are most welcome as our guest, right Blackstone?" Nath smiled politely, "If you need transportation, i have a host of vehicles both Muggle and Wizard that I can call for you...." With a simple flick of his wand, Nath knew that he could call a vehicle from his own house to help the poor girl...

"Oh." Calamity wondered, for a moment. "Err...It's very beautiful here, and I would like to stay- just for a while, you know, get away from the terrifying Ministry work and stuff. If I am not trespassing, you know." Cat hoped she could stay; they were so nice and they needed food. Like now.

"Yes, I do work for the Ministry, Accidents and Catastrophes. Oh-!" she saw Nathan, who was also working there.

"Hello, nice to meet you, Blackstone. Unusual name there." she murmured, shaking his hand.

"All right, I guess food is required. Um...If you have some ingredients in there, I could whip something up fast..."

Then she thought something.

'You stupid girl! What if you're not wanted here? That's why they offered you transportation?

"Err...Would you like me to go? Do you not want me here?"

John leaned back on the rocking chair and took a swig from his flask of gillywater. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and standing to his feat, he spoke. "It's a pleasure to meet you Cat! I'm John Dawson, Ministry Security. I can cook a hearty southern meal for y'all if you like fried chicken so that the missus here don't have to cook! I believe that I'm speaking for all of us here when I say that, Cat, You are quite welcome here and that you can stay as long as you please."

"Blackstone, if you please, direct me or both of us, if the girl want's to help, to your kitchen and we'll get started on a right quick feast! Of course, I'll have to make some chiken appear, but that'll be right fun!"

Back in America, house elfs were not quite as common and John had learned to cook many different types of food at a young age. He had once owned a resturant for a year, but unfortunately, John's short attention span had made short work of the business.

Not to mention all the friends that wanted to eat for free... A Little Taste of Mexico had been a popular establishment...Maybe I should try to restart that business... England needs a good Texas resturant...

He hoped that Blackstone's cuboards were stocked and that Cat was hungry. They were going to have a feast!

Blackstone stepped back and blinked.So quickly both of them had offered his hospitality. Not that he would object to it, but he smiled at how comfortable they were.

"What-oh! No, by all means stay if you wish" he said. He didn't want to be too presumptuos.

"Yes, it is a rather odd name. My family has a thing about that. I think it's supposed to mean something. I don't believe I caught your name, by the way."

He opened the porch doors and motioned everyone in. "Cook whatever you like, the kitchen's in here. I must say, John, I haven't tried Southern American cuisine. I do enjoy cooking Italian and French, though." He stopped babbling. All this talk about food was making him hungry

Calamity smiled.

"Thanks." She said she listened.

"Blackstone...Hmm, I have read it in a book before but I don't know what it means...Sorry!" She sheepishly whispered as she ducked her head to enter.

"What a wonderful place!" She breathed.

Cat walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing some tomatoes, basil, mushrooms, and carrots.

"Would you like some Spaghetti? I think it's a family recipe!"

"Spaghetti it is, then" Blackstone said. "So, what is a young lady like you doing working for the Ministry? Shouldn't you be in school? Do your parents even know you're testing a portkey?" It didn't all quite make sense to Blackstone, who summoned a pot and filled it with boiling water. "I'm sorry, I don't think I got your name?" he asked.

"Actually, I think my name has to do something with some Ancient magical Roman shirne. Though there was also the famous British politician... I'm not quite sure, but I do like it."

"Huh," Calamity hmph-ed as she began chopping some vegetables. "I help my sister, Catastrophe." Merlin, he has a lot of question. Not that she minded.

"Besides, school, I am not going until the next term. Something about not able to go when the term already started."

"I don't have parents...They died while working in the Accidents and Catastrophes Department..." She sighed and put the chopped things into the pot.

"My name's Calamity. Nice to meet you!" She giggled and went back to filling the pot.

Listening to his talking about the shrine, she nodded.

"I believe so. Well, it is very unusual. Good for not getting mixed up with other people's names!"

"Ah, so I see" Blackstone said, nodding as she explained her ministry work. "Sorry about your parents" he said, but it wasn't another moment until she was giggling. Apparently she had recovered somewhat. Hopefully she had; it would be quite devastating to work in that department.

"Now I wouldn't be so hard on yourself, you aren't a... Oh..." he said, realizing her actual name was Calamity. "Sorry, nice to meet you, Calamity. I suppose we both have unusual names!"

"Yes, I believe so." She laughed her tinkling laugh and began frying the sauce, adding mushrooms.

Now the house had filled with the delicious aroma, and she smiled.

"One second, now...!" Calamity happily sighed and pushed the noodles into the boiling water.

"Here, I hope you don't mind if I speed things up a little" Blackstone added. "If you're just putting the spaghetti in, the sauce will overcook by the time it's done." He flicked his wand and the pot boiled furiously as the process was sped up. "Now if you want to- by the way, that sauce smells absolutely lovely- if you want to check to see if the pasta is done, you throw a piece against the wall. If it sticks, it's just right."

Calamity smiled. Putting her hands on her hips, she scolded him.

"Wasting food and throwing them around? Not acceptable!" She cried as she playfully gave him a thwack on the shoulder.

"Come on, then. I don't lie using magic, you see. Doing it the Muggle way excites me." Calamity smiled and began scooping them on the platter.

"Sorry! Here, behead me with the spatula for my wrong!" he said, kneeling in mock- solemnity. "But you can still eat it!" he said, conspiratorily, springing up and eating the noodle off the wall. Blackstone tasted plaster. But the texture of the pasta was good.

"Well, it's good you aren't too set on doing magic. I had a hard time not doing it over the summer. But once you become of age then you start whipping your wand out for everything. It's rather habit forming, I must say."

Calamity sighed happily, laughing.

Letting the plates fall onto the table, she sprinkled some basil on the top. With some pickles, it looked perfect.

"I bet that tasted like plaster." She laughed.

"Thbtt.. Yeah, it did" Blackstone said, spitting it out. "Wow, that looks delicious. Where did you learn to cook like that, Calamity?" he asked, heading to the table. "Hey, Nath, John! Dinner's ready!"