WHO: Thomas McCormack and Rupert 'Axebanger' Brookstanton
WHERE: Magpies Stadium
WHEN: SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY
WHAT: HULK SMASH

( Management was going to be so fucking pissed at him. )

Billie knew, before she even stepped foot into McCarthy’s Pub that she was going to receive a warm welcome from the patrons there. The interior of the place was decked out in Black and White, jersey’s and lights that formed the words ‘Montrose Magpies’ blinked and flashed on the walls, making the smirk she wore cut deeper into one cheek as she looked around, not even able to take a seat at the bar without people whispering about who she was. It didn’t take long before a couple of guys approached her, asking if she was who they thought she was. Normally she’d tell them to fuck off, because she was someone who liked her animosity, but she was in a celebratory mood – not only had they won the game, but the teammate she had gotten closer to over the last couple of weeks had given that slimy Kestrel the beat down he deserved. Overall, it was a productive day for all the Magpies.

Because she had some time to kill, she joined the group of rowdy fans, her hand wrapped around the handle of a pint glass, a brow arching up at the somewhat attractive man who kept grinning at her. She knew the look all too well - that ‘I’m going to get in your pants tonight’ look – but she just kept rolling her eyes, looking towards the door frequently to make sure Thomas hadn’t entered yet.

She had a good buzz going by the time she looked to the doorway one more time, and finally saw the teammate she most considered a friend to be standing there. Billie grinned deviously and stood up on her chair whistling loudly to get everyone’s attention.

“Ladies and Gentleman…Thomas McCormack!”

She made a broad sweeping gesture with her arm towards the door, her grin growing in size as she got the reaction she knew she was going to get – the entire bar started cheering and clapping, Billie included, and some of them even went over to the other Quidditch star to shake his hand, and tell him what a great job he did on the pitch. Hopping down from her chair, she finally approached him with there was room, two full pints in her hand, one which she would extend out to Thomas.

“How’s the arm?”

She asked, once again smiling. She figured he needed a mood booster, and being surrounded by people who praised him for his actions in the game instead of scolding him seemed as good a plan as any. She had even invited some of the other members from their team to join in on their fun, but she really couldn’t be too sure of how many were going to take her up on the offer.

Axe had called a meeting, though was he really allowed to call a meeting if he was suspended until after the next match? Charlie of course did not question this, because when you questioned Axebanger, you usually got hit rather hard with the blunt end of a broom. Believe Charlie, it had happened on more than one occasion. It had taken him a few times to learn his lesson, but he had, and was now currently standing against his locker, waiting for Axe to arrive.

He eyed his teammates carefully. They'd lost the match, yeah, but the fight had sparked something on the straws of their brooms, so to speak. Axe had a reputation, yeah, but if you wanted to succeed in this game, you had to support your leader. No one was going to randomly attack Axe and not hear about it from the other Kestrels, Charlie was sure.

"Ten galleons says Zoey captains next match," Charlie said only somewhat jokingly. He could definitely see Axe naming the youngest as captain to teach them all a lesson. She'd probably do a good job at it, though, Charlie reckoned.

The locker room doors slammed open, and he winced; Le Capitaine had arrived.