c a r y s (llewellyns) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-02-08 20:36:00

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adrian mattias, anneliese jugson, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, carys llewellyn, drake parkin, galvin gudgeon, group, magnolia mattias, mirabelle jasper, odette boot, psyke bardera, seth wadcock, tristan bardera, victoria cadwallader, william jugson

Valentine's Day Gala!

Being the defending champs gave the members of the Caerphilly Catapults many obligations, like being the MC's of this rather lavish evening...or, rather, the boys had volunteered Carys to do all the talking as they stood and looked cute in their suits. It was a job that she didn't particularly mind, she'd been in the spotlight all her life, but she grew bored of introducing generous donors and the big-wigs of the league. Carys knew about all the politics that went on behind the scenes, so she put on a good face, but was definitely not shy about voicing her opinion on certain matters.

"Oh, absolutely," she said to the head of the refereeing committee, "But when you've got one ref on the offensive side, and the foul's committed on the far end of the defense's area....I'm just saying, we should probably be taking advantage of--oh, what's it called?" Carys winked at the man, and at the reporter listening in, "--magic?"

She laughed when he huffed and excused himself, and the reporter shook her hand for the great sound bit. Carys gave a little twirl (her dress had too many ruffles not to twirl), and leaned over the counter to order another drink. The sound of something like an amused snort made her turn her head, and she raised her eyebrows,

"Something funny?"

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parkin
2011-02-09 01:01 pm UTC (link)

Everything was funny to Drake. Being at this event with all these media people and non-quidditch players, being tied up in inane conversations was funny to him. In an ironic, I want to kill myself kind of way. Drake was definitely not the best when it came to interacting with media and older fans. His public appearances consisted of dates with gorgeous women and smiling for the camera. He would sign anything a young fan wanted, but if you were older than twenty, Drake believed you were deserving of a little scorn if you were going to get all gooshy about it, or try to give advice. There was nothing more Drake hated then was 'former' players (likely had only played at Hogwarts) tried to give him moves or tips.

There was only one reason he was here, being required to by his manager. He'd brought a date - making sure to tell her that it was only for the evening and wasn't anything romantic, because he didn't do Valentine's day or anything related to it. There was a reason he never had a girlfriend for the first three weeks of February. An extra week afterward, because the hearts would be mended enough for the girls to be receptive, but with very weak dignity. It worked for him. It was very true that you could only have two of the three necessary things in a woman - beauty, intelligence and emotional stability. Drake usually banked on the first and last, he could listen to women prattle on about stupid things as long as they weren't crazy and easy to look at.

He liked to look at women, and although he refused to go near the female quidditch players, it didn't hurt to look, but then they did things like twirl around in a dress in public and Drake couldn't help but snort. "Everything is funny," he said to her, turning from his place leaning back against the bar to face her. "You can allow women to play quidditch, but put them in a pretty dress and well, they turn into pretty little girls playing dress up, is all."

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llewellyns
2011-02-09 11:32 pm UTC (link)

Carys wasn't expecting that answer, she had been waiting for some snarky comment about the referee. Her eyebrows went high at Drake Parkin's words, and she slid up onto a stool, her elbow pressing into the counter as she mused, "Ohh, Parkin, I really think you need to rephrase that sentence. Allow women to play quidditch? Really?"

Her eyes narrowed as she repeated the remark. She didn't particularly know Parkin very well, but seeing as he was on the Magpies and was the only one not to have some sort of controversy this past year (save for the Canadian import--), that must mean he kept to himself...or at least, was really, really good at hiding his indiscretions. Or was he just a total prat and the reporters had learned to avoid him because of it? Carys didn't know, or particularly care, but she wasn't going to stay quiet with a comment like that.

"Does being a quidditch player mean I have to leave all my femininity behind?" she asked, checking out her perfectly manicured nails. Carys was the youngest of three sisters, and from the time she could sit up on her own, her father had her on a broom. Gender roles were never an issue in the Llewellyn home, which was probably why they didn't get on too well with their more traditional relatives.

"Gotta be tough, since it's such a manly sport, yeah?"

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parkin
2011-02-23 02:26 pm UTC (link)

Drake raised his eyebrow, he knew that women generally didn't take things for face value they always had to read into whatever statements as having some sot of malicious intent. He downed the rest of his drink and set the glass on the counter, indicating to the bartender he needed a refill. If he was going to get through the rest of this conversation, Drake felt like he needed some encouragement.

"They allow men to play as well. There is a Department of GAS for a reason and it's highly regulated because it is a tough business filled with injuries," Drake said, slowing his tone down a little bit just to drive home the point that he thought she was being quite silly to pounce on that point. He leaned in close to her with a disarming and genuine smile, reaching out to her shoulder and pretending to brush something off of it, "My point has nothing to do with the validity of women playing the sport. But it seems like you forgot to account for that chip on your shoulder when you were accessorizing your pretty dress this evening."

With his smile now a smirk, Drake pulled back, leaning his elbow on the counter. She was certainly pretty and smelled very good, that was probably the best part of having women play in the league, things looked and smelled better. He might be a womanizer, but Drake wasn't a misogynist...well not really. "I don't think you come off all that tough though."

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llewellyns
2011-02-23 10:54 pm UTC (link)

Yep, he was a total prat that the reporters had learned to not bother with.

This was usually the point in the conversation that Carys would deem a good exiting moment, but that smirk of his irked her in the wrong way. Normally she wouldn't care what other people thought or said about her; her entire life had been photographed, especially during her bouts of rebellion during her Hogwarts years, after her father died. Carys knew she was a different person compared to then, but sometimes old habits managed to find their way back into her every day life.

Carys refrained from rolling her eyes at his gestures, because that would be something he'd use against her later in this conversation, and she would not allow that. So, Carys just stared, seemingly unfazed by his words. No, she looked more curious than anything, and her brows furrowed.

"And what makes you say that? My pretty dress?" She shook her head slightly, a grin growing on her lips as a drink was poured in front of her, "Don't judge a book by it's pretty little cover, Parkin."

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