Who: Your favorite Magpies
Where: Practice Pitch
What: The usual snark and hate fest
Halloween was approaching fast and Seth had found that he had come to a roadblock of sorts. He was just informed that the Quidditch Halloween party was still just that, a party, a social function. Technically he wasn't required to attend and therefore not work related. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, but no, Odette had to go all crazy bitch on him and get a restraining order against him. And since she verified that she was going to be attending the party before him, he couldn't go, unless he wanted he spent the entire party standing against the wall on the opposite side of the room making sure he was far enough away so he wouldn't be arrested.
That was not his idea of fun.
So he basically he had to get Odette to lift the order for the duration of the party and he'd be golden. The hard part would be the actually convincing, but he had a plan for that. Although the rest of the team was starting towards the locker rooms, there was
technically still ten minutes of practice left, therefore, he was still allowed to talk to her. "MacFarlan! A word if you would." he called in his best professional captain tone before she made it off the pitch.
No, she would rather
not.
But Odette knew that this would happen eventually; in fact, she was surprised Seth had lasted this long. The mere fact that she had forced him to legally stay away from her no doubt had him bursting at the seams, so it was only a matter of time before he couldn't refrain himself. Like right now. And she had been so close to going home in a good mood.
What he wanted to talk to her about, she could only imagine. Most likely something very irritating just because he could get away with it.
He was probably going to bring up something like how soft the grass was today. And then proceed to catch up in all the verbal banter he had saved away for the past few weeks. He knew this,
she knew this, and yet there was no way of getting out of it. She couldn't pretend not to hear him, and there was no doubt in his voice that he wanted others to believe this was a strictly "professional" meeting. Which meant he had basically trapped her. She really did hate it when he got smart.
Odette let out a long breath of air as she stopped walking, dropping her broom from off her shoulder toward to the ground. Her eyes formed into two suspicious slits as she looked back over at him, refusing to move just yet. "Yes?" she replied in the best nauseatingly sweet tone she could muster. There was no way she was actually going to walk to him for this.
Of course she was just going to stand there. Lighting may strike her down if she actually made it easy on him. Seth strolled over to where she stood because he was
not having this conversation across the the pitch. "Great practice today, don't you think? Personally I believe we couldn't have had more fabulous weather. Not too cold, not too hot. No rain. Practicing in the rain is never fun." He started out, then he recognized the annoyed look in her eyes.
Annoying her was not the way to start this out.
Seth ran his hand through his hair. "Okay, I don't want to talk to about the weather. It's stupid. Totally unrelated to what I want to talk to you about. Anyways, Halloween is on friday, and I need you to--- would you consider lifting your stupid restraining order just for the day---night, whatever. And before you even start, it has nothing to do with
youor me wanting to annoy you, I just want to go to the
Quidditch party." He just barely stopped himself from cringing, hating the way he sounded. But it needed to be done if he wanted to go.
Was he serious right now? The weather. He was talking about the
weather right now. She knew he was going to start with something as ridiculous as the this, but--- really. Only give him a minute and what he really wanted would--- ah, yes, of course he wanted something from her. Surprise, surprise. In only took a few seconds for Odette to silently hear him out before an amused expression formed on her face.
He
was serious! There was no devil eye or smirk across his face--- Odette would have relinquished in this image forever if she could. Seth Wadcock actually had to get her permission to do something for once. This fact enough could have kept her entertained mood, but, she knew there was more damage to be done. "And why should I do that?" she asked simply, her head cocking to the side slightly as she spoke. Her face looked as innocent as possible, despite the devious thoughts of domination running through her brain.
"Who knows what havoc you could wreck with one free-reign night," her voice dropped its innocent tone slightly, but only enough to allow a deadpanned stare at Seth. Even if she
did feel like being nice to him today, it wasn't as if things like that were easy. It had been exhausting enough to get the damn restraining order, changing it for one night would be no doubt a pain in her ass. Not to
mention this would send Noah into the next galaxy.
Though... she really
did want see Seth beg. "I don't see how doing that would benefit me at all."
Did she seriously forgot who controlled the practices? Or how not doing this wouldn't benefit her at all. "Because its a party, in which we are all
expected yet not
required to attend which leaves me in quite a predicament. Look, you don't even have to officially lift it, just don't go having me arrested for being there. I mean, I'm dressing up as Jesus, just how much havoc do you think I could create dressed as
Jesus"
Seth paused for a second hiding a smirk thinking of just all the havoc he could create with such a costume. "Don't answer that. It was rhetorical question. Come on, even though I've could of pestered you all this time during practice, I haven't. I've been and will be on my best behavior." he pleaded in his very best non-pleading voice. Because pleading was much to close to begging for his liking. And granted his best behavior was a relative concept.
If Odette didn't cave after this he would ever so politely remind her that the reserve seeker was getting better and since they were ahead in the season so far that he could use some game time. And that practices
could be longer and rougher. And the two-a-days could always make a reappearance.
Not threats, friendly reminders. That may or may not persuade her decision. Also last resort. See he was getting better, it was usually first or second.
Odette had no idea what the word "Jesus" was suppose to mean to her, let alone understand what that implied as Seth dressing up as, but it wasn't like she was going to show that anytime soon. Her face stuck together in a disbelieving way, not buying what he said for a second. He would be on his best
behavior? Did he even know what manners were? Odette severely doubted so. She
knew he had something planned up his sleeve, no
way he just wanted to go to a stupid party. They went to hundreds of parties, not to mention there would be several that night! So why
now?
No, no, she was onto him.
"And why don't I believe you at
all?" she answered finally in a dry tone, her hands going to her hips as she spoke. Odette's broom wavered slightly in her grip (the thing got heavy after a while), but she showed no sign of being tired. Instead, she flipped her hair to the other side of her face and squared her shoulders. He at
least had to do something for her for this; it was only fair to expect so. She could only imagine the things he would make her do if the situation was reversed.
"I think I would be more persuaded to help your predicament if you got down on your knees and begged," Odette randomly stated, driving her gaze up to the sky as she spoke. This would no doubt anger him, but what did she care? He wasn't going to do it, which meant she wasn't going to have to hold her end of the bargain. "Yes, I think
then I would agree."
Oh for the love of--- she couldn't be serious. But she was,
of course she was. Bitch.
Seth dropped down on his knees and ignored the look of shock on her face. Ha, she thought he was giving in and making it easy on her. As if that would happen. He was not going to
beg. Men didn't
beg. Pansies begged. He was pretty sure that Noah was on his knees quite often the pansy he was, but that was all besides the point. Seth was merely creating the illusion of begging.
"Odette dearest, would you please drop the order for the party?" he said batting his lashes at her, "because if you don't, I'll not only use every legal opportunity I have to make you're life a living hell, I'll show up at the party anyways. And when I get arrested for merely showing up to a
Quidditch sponsored party and not even looking in your general direction, I'm sure the press will have a blast with a story like that. I know
I won't be the one painted in a bad light.
"So what do you say, we continue on with me being all nice and on good behavior, or I go back to the way things were
before the restraining order?"
Odette couldn't control herself; her jaw dropped as Seth did. This could not be happening--- no
way in hell that this was Seth Wadcock in front of her,
actually--- actually--- listening! Or just---
giving in? No way, no
way, no one wanted to go to a party this bad, it was only a
party for fuck's sake, not the last day of life! Was he
serious? He was going to force her to agree to this, he was
actually going to get away with this because he was a fucking
smart ass today of all days!
How--- how-- but as soon as Seth opened his mouth, Odette's inner emotions quickly changed. He was
threatening her? Her gaze zoomed in on him harshly, her eyes never leaving his face. She could really fucking care less if he decided to make a scene--- it wouldn't be her fault that he can't follow the law. It would be easy to sway the press to her side while he was being carted off to jail. But
that wasn't what concerned her. What concerned her was his very obviously vow to make things go back to the way they were before.
That she did not want to experience.
She locked her arms tightly across her chest (no need to give him any ideas), her broom now waving awkwardly toward the ground. What the fuck, she absolutely hated him. Odette's mouth screwed up tight as she quickly tried to think of an alternative way out of this, but there really wasn't. Oh, fuck him. Fuck. Him.
"You can't talk to Noah," Odette finally half blurted, half hissed. "Don't even
look at him, or else the whole thing is off." She didn't wait for a response, refusing to look at him at this point. "Got it?" Fuck him, fuck him. Fuck. Him.
Seth just grinned as she agreed. And the only stipulation was he couldn't talk to that pansy boyfriend of hers? To easy. He didn't want to talk to him anyways, and he so wasn't going to point out that she totally left herself open. She didn't put a single rule on him talking to
her and since she just agreed that the restraining order was lifted for the night, that gave him free reign.
"Got it." Seth said hopping up off his knees still grinning like a little kid. "Not a word or glance at star boy."
This party was going to be so much
fun. "See you at the party MacFarlan."
