Who: Delilah and Scott!
What: Flirty Times :D
When: Um...this past weekend?



Nothing, nothing could beat the high Delilah felt after coming off a win. Especially when it was some snotty Frenchman that automatically assumed that just because she was a woman, that she wasn’t any competition. The looks on their faces were priceless when she just grinned as they shook hands and even better when she turned and skipped off humming a chipper tune.

She had about twenty minutes before he next round, she grabbed an apple from the duelers lounge before sneaking out to go find a quiet corner to relax in.

And by that she meant she was going to meander around the complex and spy on the competition.

Scott was … most definitely not the competition. He’d come to watch the competitive duels a few weeks ago and he’d found that he really enjoyed it - it was still full of action so he didn’t have to be bored, but it wasn’t Quidditch and therefore he didn’t have to worry about people asking him stupid questions about his sister.

Ah, his sister. He loved her, really, and he loved her daughter -- but sometimes he needed to get out of the house by himself. He felt a little guilty for needing time away from Victoria and Ava, but it was better for all of them that he didn’t end up getting angry instead of just taking a bit of time to himself. He caught sight of one of the duelers - a pretty one to boot, and put on a bit of a silly grin.

“Hey! You were great out there earlier! I can’t believe that guy thought he was going to have to take it easy on you.”

Delilah stopped and turned when she heard someone calling her. She grinned when she caught site of the boy. Oh, this was also a perfectly acceptable way to spend her break. “One day they will learn that the cute ones are most dangerous.” she said with a bit of a smirk before taking a bit of her apple.

“But I’ll take the advantage if they are dumb enough to give it to me. Although its boring. I ache for a challenge before I reach the semi-finals.” It wasn’t being conceited if it was true.

“Wait a minute.” She eyed him a bit suspiciously something occurring to her. Fans usually didn’t hang around the halls, they were busy watching the duels. “You aren’t competing are you? New and playing up the unknown face?”

Scott couldn’t help the laugh. Oh, how hilarious would that be, him doing something that required wand coordination. There was a reason that he’d chosen to go into a muggle line of work after his schooling aside from the money being far better.

“Definitely not. I think I’d probably ending up using my own knockback jinx to throw myself into a wall or something silly like that,” he admitted, ducking his head. “I was just taking a break from the duels, really. I’m not exactly an avid fan, so I’m trying to just figure out which duelists I like best so I can start to watch their fights. You know, figure out their styles and what makes them better.”

He’d also taken a few seconds to check the time and make sure he wasn’t going to catch it from Victoria for being late for dinner.

“Oh that’s a shame. I’d probably let you get at least one jinx in for you’re cute face.” she said matter-of-factly as she finished off her apple. Although she was glad he wasn’t competition. Delilah didn’t flirt with the competition, well not for real anyways. And she certainly didn’t think about kissing the competition, and whoever this was, he certainly had very kissable looking lips.

“Well in that case, tell me, who are your favorites so far?” she asked a bit coyly. “I certainly hope Jacobson isn’t one of them because, between you and me, he’s going to lose next round.”

Scott couldn’t help the blush that crept over his cheeks when she told him she’d let him get a jinx in for being so cute. It wasn’t something that was alien to him, women hitting on him -- just not seriously and not in this setting. Victoria’s Quidditch teammates had made fun of him plenty when he was at home; the women here didn’t know him well enough to do that, he assumed.

“I like the way that you duel,” he said with a more genuine smile, “Very straight and to the point. You’re probably pretty strong for a chick, yeah?” He imagined she had to be to have the reflexes necessary to really be any good at dueling.

Delilah wrinkled her nose a bit. He had so much going for him right up until that last little bit. She gave him a quick glare before decided that he was going to be lucky. She would let that one slide. “For anyone. I could probably give you a run for your money. your admitted poor dueling skills aside.” That was the advantage to growing up with Charlie and Javier, she quickly learned how to take on guys bigger than her, granted she was much better at it with her wand, but that wouldn’t be fair.

She smiled a bit thing about how he like her dueling skills. “Well, I hope you’re able to stay until the finals. That’s when I pull out some of my better moves.”

“You won’t get much argument from me in that department. I’m physically pretty strong, but I’m rubbish with my wand.” And most of the things he was skilled at had no real applicable skills in the wizarding world, honestly. He was good at following orders, good at lifting things, that kind of thing.

“I’d like to be able to -- do you think they’ll be running today, or will you be finishing off tomorrow?” He didn’t dare question whether she was going to get into the finals or not -- he’d caught it from Victoria often enough about that sort of thing, so he just kept his mouth shut. “I’ve got to head home in a little while, but if you think you’ll be dueling again tomorrow I’d be happy to come and look for you.”

“Semis and finals are tomorrow.” Delilah said rocking on her heels. “I only have one more duel today.”

They were interrupted by an announcement that the next round of duels would be starting in ten minutes and a reminder that all late duelers would automatically be disqualified. “Oh. Time flies.” she said looking at her watch surprised. She was actually a bit disappointed. She didn’t want to leave just yet, which was saying something as usually she was the first back out on the floor.

“You’ll come back tomorrow though? Maybe if you’re lucky enough, you’ll get to come along for celebratory drinks afterwards.”

He blinked, raising his eyebrow. “Well, if that’s the case then I’ll certainly come back tomorrow.” Scott shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded toward the door where the competitors were heading in.

“That means you can’t be late, though. I’ll see you tomorrow, all right?” He wouldn’t be right in the front row, but he’d certainly be visible to her in the fans.

Delilah grinned brightly as she made her way to the door. “Fantastic! I can’t wait.” she skipped off towards the door, stopping right as she made it to the door and turning back around. “Hey, what’s your name, anyways?” she called.

---- ---- ----

Today was going fantastic right up until two seconds ago. She was still standing there in shock. Scott came back to watch her, which made her smile. And she made it through semis with ease but here she was standing, in second place. By one point. She lost by one point. And it was a totally bogus call anyways.

She shook hands with the guy who stole her win, ignored the ref as she suggested that she go get the bleeding gash on her arm looked at (she gave the other guy a matching one, but noo she only got one point while he got two) and stormed off to go change.

Delilah didn’t take losing well. Especially when she was trying to impress someone.

Scott was more concerned with the gash in her arm than the second-place that she’d managed to pull for the day, and he was one of the people to try and press himself over to her corner once the match was settled. “Hey, are you all right?” He was shouting over the general din of the rest of the crowd, trying to make himself heard.

If there was something he was good at, it was creatively getting things to stop bleeding -- it was an important skill on the rigs. She’d been nice to him so far, and although he was sure she had other things on her mind, he didn’t want her to end up being hurt worse in the long-run.

“I’m fine.” she snapped, before turning and seeing who it was. “Oh. Sorry.” she said a bit sheepishly, still huffy. She was so angry she wanted to cry. “I’m fine, just a scratch.” Delilah said in a much nicer tone.

She huffed again trying to compose herself. “Did you see that bullshit call that ref made?” she said not caring that he was standing right there and could hear her.

He glanced over to the referee as she spoke, deciding rather than just speaking to nod his head. “Well, can I take a look at it anyway? No need to risk having to stop and not be able to play for a while.” Hopefully his reasoning was sound enough for her to believe.

He wasn’t worried about her snapping at him - Victoria did it plenty when they were at home together. She tried to be patient, but he knew that sometimes she just needed to -- vent.

“Oh well, you do have a point... okay then...” Delilah said holding out her arm for him to look at. How incredibly sweet was he. She hadn’t even know him more than a day, and he seem genuinely concerned.

And as he looked at her arm, she wasn’t as angry anymore. Still a bit pouty, but the anger phase usually lasted much much longer. “So, will I be able keep my arm?” she joked feebly.

If she wasn’t going to be able to keep her arm, he doubted she’d have been able to walk off the dueling platform -- but he was pretty sure she was joking, so he didn’t say anything about it. He took her arm as delicately as he could manage to with his rather large hands, studying the cut. Not too deep.

He produced what was more or less a handkerchief from his back pocket and pressed it over the wound, managing a smile. “You should probably get it bandaged up, but I think it’ll be fine.”

“Thanks. I have stuff I can use to wrap in my bag.” she said watching his hands. Oh, she was getting blood all over his handkerchief. And he really didn’t seem to care that she just lost at all, just that she was hurt. Which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for duelers, she’s had worse wounds. Here she was caring less and less that she lost. It was just a small local competition anyways. And she had already qualified for the next regional meet, so it wasn’t like it mattered.
She gave Scott a small smile.

“So. Celebratory drinks are obviously out. I don’t celebrate second, but I dunno, maybe we could do something else? You know, once I change and stop bleeding everywhere.”

He was glad to see she wasn’t holding on to her loss; he couldn’t stand the girls on his sister’s teams that couldn’t seem to get over a loss for days. It brought down the mood of the whole team (and him, by extension, at least when they’d been living at home). Scott’s handkerchief was easily washable, so he didn’t mind the blood much.

“You’re welcome. We could always go out for consolation ice cream,” he hazarded after a moment, hoping she wasn’t going to take offense to the idea.

His offer actually made Delilah grin. No one had asked her out for ice cream in ages and that sounded quite perfect. “Really? That sounds amazing. I’m just going to go change... I’ll be right back. Five minutes.” There were times when she really was just a big kid.

She quickly changed and wrapped her arm in the gauze she kept in her bag, then wrapped Scott’s handkerchief on top, so she would remember to wash it later and return it.

Delilah scanned the crown looking for the familiar blond head. She grinned. “Ready?”

Scott was quite chuffed to see that she’d kept his kerchief on her arm, honestly. He nodded his head once she stated her readiness and offered her his arm after only a small moment of hesitation.

“So, where’s a good place for the ol’ frosty around here?” He hadn’t actually been many places in Wizarding England so far, so he had … well, no idea.

Ohh and chivalrous too. Delilah just couldn’t stop smiling as she slipped her arm into his. “Oh well, Fortescue’s is the best, but that’s in Diagon Alley. Not too terrible if you don’t mind flooing.”

She walked tandem with Scott. “As for around here, I have no idea. I’m not to familiar with this area. We could just walk around. There is bound to be something somewhere.”

“I’m still not completely used to flooing, but since you guys seem to have a lack of subspace highways over here...” He shrugged. “I’d be willing to make the noble sacrifice for the chance for the best ice cream.”

He was glad to see that so far she wasn’t making fun of him, or asking him about his sister. That was an improvement from most of the people he’d met in England so far.

Delilah tilted her head to the side, confused. Who wasn’t use to flooing? Subspace--- “Oh! Are you not from England? I thought your accent was different. Where are you from?” She wasn’t always the quickest at picking up those sorts of things.

“Well let me tell you, Fortescue’s is definitely worth the floo. It’s really not that bad once you get use to it.”

He laughed quietly. “I’m from Canada, actually. Moose Jaw if you want to be specific.” He considered whether to mention his sister or not and decided against it for the moment, “It’s a little strange, I’ve only been here for a few months. If you say it’s worth it, though, I’ll believe you.”

He nodded towards the floos. “Lead the way, then.”

“Moose Jaw?” she repeated trying to hide her smile. Was it rude to laugh at that? She hoped not. “I haven’t been to Canada yet. But I want to go. There is this really big invitational there later in the fall I’m hoping to get into.”

She lead the way over and grabbed some of the powder. “Fortescue’s. Do you want me to go first, or would you rather? Once we get there, you can tell me more about Moose Jaw.”

“Do you know where it is?” He glanced to her, “The invitational, I mean.” It wasn’t like he could pull strings, but it would be interesting to hear where she might be going. He could point out interesting monuments for her to go see or something.

“You can go first,” he said, not wanting to have her see him grimace and wince before he stepped into the floo. He waited until she’d gone in and then went himself, dusting himself of via dog-like shaking of his head once they were in the shop.

“Moose Jaw’s not really that interesting.”

“Oh you still got some--here” Delilah gestured to some soot still in his hair right before she just went ahead and brushed it away. “There all gone. Umm... Winnipeg? I think?” That was in Canada, right? Traveling so much she should probably pay more attention to geography.

“I’m sure its got something going for it.” It was where he came from after all.

She moved up to the counter, rocking on her heels perusing the flavors. “Alright, important question, what’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?”

“Ah, just one province over.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Winnipeg is all right, I guess. I don’t know much about things there, though.” He ducked his head when she brushed the dust out of his hair and chuckled. “I think my favorite is probably moose tracks, but I don’t think you guys have that flavor over here.”

Delilah pursed her lips snickering slightly behind the back of her hand. He was so adorable. He was from Moose Jaw and his favorite ice cream was Moose Tracks. What ever that was. Sure like them meese... moose... whatever. They seemed to be a fan.

“Haven’t heard of that one, but I’m sure they have something similar. Maybe... I like the chocolate peanut butter swirl. Could bribe me to do so many things with it, to be honest. So delicious. Come on, lets order and then I’ll show you around Diagon.”

He blinked, “Actually, moose tracks is more or less chocolate peanut butter swirl with the addition of little chocolate-covered pieces of peanut butter...so I’ll have to check out that flavour.” He let her guide them to the counter and immediately went for his wallet, wanting her to know that he was going to cover her food.

“And that might be a good idea. That way if I have to come run errands for Victoria I won’t get lost … again.”

“Really? That sounds amazing. Adding more chocolate and peanut butter can only make it better.” Oh he like the same type of ice cream, well not exactly but his sounded far better than hers, and well hey, the type of ice cream you like told you a lot about a person.

She ordered her ice cream and didn’t argue over letting him pay, as she just decided that this was practically a date. “Thank you. This really does make my day a whole lot better.”

She tilted her head slightly. “Victoria is your...sister?” Because it would really suck if Victoria was a girlfriend, and Scott wasn’t flirting back with her, just being nice and Delilah was misconstruing everything.

Practically. It was definitely going to be called a date when he talked to his sister about this later -- and when she asked who Victoria was, he hurried to answer. “Yes! Sister. My older sister, I came here to help her with her newly-acquired daughter.” Realizing how bad that sounded, he rushed again to clarify, “A family friend passed away suddenly and she was the daughter’s godmother.”

Scott smiled, offering her the first ice-cream that was scooped out and waiting patiently for his own. “That’s why I came here in the first place.”

Delilah was ecstatic to hear that Victoria was his sister. And just how awesome was he to come all the way from Canada to help her out. It wasn’t like he live just across town or something, like how she was with Charlie. “That’s awfully kind of you. You didn’t mind leaving your friends and job behind back home?” She asked curiously eating some of her ice cream.

“How old is your niece?”

“My job back home was on contract, and I’d finished up just a few weeks before things with Ava happened. She’s two, so she’s hopefully at the age where she won’t be too traumatized by her parents’ death.” He took a lick of his ice cream and then paused, holding out a finger.

“Just a sec, I’ve got a picture in here.” He held it out to her a moment later. “She’s very … uh, sassy.”

“Aww! So very cute!” Delilah cooed taking the picture to get a closer look. And, yes, Ava certainly looked very sassy. She didn’t mind kids much, and she loved her own niece, but more than a day with her and she was done for a while. It was great when you could give them back. “My niece was like that too when she was her age”

She handed it back to Scott with a smile. “What kind of work do you do? Have you been able to find anything over here?” she hoped she wasn’t being too intrusive and asking too many questions.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve still got something of a nest egg from when I was working back home, and Vicks hasn’t been charging me rent ...but I haven’t really found anything over here yet. Most of what I did at home was just manual labour.” Scott shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ve been looking, but nothing’s come up so far.”

Delilah certainly hoped his sister wasn’t charging him rent after he came all the way over her to help her. That would just be rude. But she wasn’t going to tell him that, because that would be even more rude.

“Well that explains why you are so built.” she said poking him in the arm with a smile. “I bet you could just whisk me away, no trouble.”

She lead him out the door, so they could walk around in the nice weather. “And I wouldn’t worry to much, I’m sure you’ll find something soon. And if not, well, I’m not sure what kind of manual labor you do, but my cousin is an architect and I could ways ask if he knows anyone who could use an extra hand.”

He wouldn’t mention that he’d be very concerned that he’d break something delicate doing anything that had to do with architecture since she was clearly trying to be nice to her and he didn’t want to spit in her face.

“I don’t know about whisking, but I’d love any sort of leads you could point me toward.” He headed out the door, making sure he stuck close to her to avoid bumping into the rest of the crowd. “So, what do you do when you’re not dueling?”

"I'm sure you could if you wanted to." She said with a grin. "And I'll ask Cael who he gets to build his buildings next time I see him."

It took Delilah a minute to actually think about what she did when she wasn't dueling. Granted the duels themselves didn't take up much time but the interviews and sponsorships and practice certainly did.

"Well lots of stuff really. I tend to get bored rather easily so I like to try and keep active. Running, hiking... I've been wanting to try rock climbing, but recently my schedules been sort of hectic. I try to make it to my brother's matches if I can manage it but... its quidditch and I usually lose focus half way through."

He couldn’t help the laugh. “I understand completely how you feel about that. I didn’t dislike Quidditch in school, but when your sibling is a famous player and talks for hours on end about it, you tend to -- completely lose interest in it after a point.” He took another lick of his ice cream.

“Ah, I’m kind of the same way. That’s part of the reason I came to help Vicks here -- because I wasn’t going back to the rigs for a few months anyway and I didn’t really want to have to be an idle hand.” Or help his father with the farm; he’d had enough of that when he was young. “Maybe we can make time for some rock-climbing.”

Delilah couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “Tell me about it. Usually all Charlie talks about is Quidditch. But then again all I talk about is dueling... so we probably just end up mutually ignoring each other.”

She took a second to catch the ice cream that was close to dripping on her hand as she was too busy talking and not eating it fast enough. “Oh... well do you plan to go back? After a few months that is?” she asked trying not to sound too disappointed. She really hoped that he didn’t. Ireland to England wasn’t too bad, but Canada, well they didn’t even floo over there.

“Definitely!” she perked up at the rock-climbing. “I’d love to.”

“I don’t know, really. I mean, I think that Vicks --” he paused. Was it really his place to say that his sister wasn’t really ready for him to leave, “-- is planning to take advantage of me for a little while longer, at least.” He half-smiled and then nodded, “I’m not sure where we should go for the rock-climbing, so I’ll leave that to your expertise.”

He took another lick of his ice cream. Well, this was going better than he’d expected. She hadn’t made fun of him this whole time, and she was still acting like she wanted to see him again. That was positive, right?

Delilah bit into her cone smiling, glad that as far as he knew, Scott wasn’t heading back to Canada super soon. “I’m sure I can find somewhere. I think that there is a---” she was cut off by her watch chirping at her. It only did that when she was suppose to be somewhere important. “Er. That’s not good.”

She furrowed her brows as she looked at her watch and then started digging in her bag for her calender. “I don’t usually have things to do on dueling days.” Delilah was so spacey that she and Henry decided that scheduling things on days she dueled was a bad idea. And who would blame her for forgetting when such a cutie offered to take her out for ice cream.

She pouted greatly when she saw that she did in fact have an appointment with one of her sponsors. “So lame. I have to go. But I had a fantastic time. This was great.” And just to make sure that he didn’t think she was just saying that to be nice, she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “We’ll hang out again soon, yes?”

“... sure, yes! We’ll hang out soon,” he nodded, scribbling down the address of his shared apartment with his sister so that she could owl him. “Just -- let me know when you’re free, all right?” Because obviously he had a pretty flexible schedule.

He tried not to be too … twitterpated by the kiss. But she was so nice, and they were going out again … ha. His sister was not allowed to find out.