p h i n e a s (mcseeker) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-02-25 20:42:00

Entry tags:

charles spinnet, group, kendall broadmoor, phineas mclaggen, therese bonaccord

The Cup!
Well, it had definitely been a good one.

Finn pushed through the crowd, exhausted, drenched with sweat and rain. The weather had been brutal, making it absolutely impossible to see the snitch, let alone any other ball being thrown around on the pitch; even the players had been hard to make out, and he had cursed the rain and the lightening and thunder. Those zooming on the broomsticks had collided more than once, and he was sure that some of his players and the Kestrels were flying with broken bones. But, no one on either team was willing to sit out the match.

It was the biggest game of their lives, for most of them. He had some champions on his team, hell even Jenkins had a cup under his belt. Some had never been in this spotlight, and some survived on it. Finn was one of those blokes, and in the back of his head he knew that if he didn't catch the snitch tonight that this could quite possibly be his last game. The United's management was notorious when it came to using up a player's skills until they weren't winning anymore. Captains didn't last very long in Puddlemere, and as Finn's feet touched the grass of the pitch, he decided he was going to be much classier than any of the upper management in the United offices could ever be.

He pushed through the crowd, wincing at the fireworks until he spotted the green robes of the person he'd locked his gaze on. No, he wasn't going toward Brookstanton (Finn wasn't that classy), but to the other seeker. He pulled on Broadmoor's arm, knowing the young seeker also had a lot of pride riding on his shoulders because of this match. When he turned him around, Finn's eyes couldn't help but duck down to the wings of the snitch that were poking out the side of Broadmoor's fist, the one-hundred and fifty points that had won the Kestrels the cup. Finn stuck out his hand.

"Nice catch," he said with a firm nod.

ooc: This thread is for anything related to the cup: instant celebrations, deep dark depressions, watching from the crowd---if it relates to the cup, then you can thread it here :)

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alongday
2012-02-26 03:29 am UTC (link)

Escaping muggle police in a foreign country did something to a person. Therese had suffered what she refused to call a hangover for at least three days after she and Rupert had returned from Spain, but even with the pain throbbing in her head she found she didn't have any regrets about it (well--that tattoo on her hip still left much to be desired). She'd never in her life been as adventurous as she had been in these last two months, she'd made more split-second decisions since New Year's than she had in her entire life and she had the captain of the league champion Kenmare Kestrels to thank for that.

It was proving strange and ridiculously hard to even think about admitting that, as it may quite possibly be stirring feelings she had not dared to feel in a very, very long and torturous time, but she did have Rupert to thank for sending her on a literal and not so literal adventure. But those kind of thoughts were not for this moment, though they were hard to push away as the crowded bar (only place appropriate for a Kestrels victory celebration) roared and cheered for the team. Therese kept her hands securely around her pint and her shoulders scrunched high as confetti and streamers were shot out from wands in every which direction.

Therese hadn't noticed how broadly she was smiling as she watched Rupert serenade some fans with the Kestrel's team song, and she was about to take a drink of her beer (she was drinking beer, now), when someone took hold of her hand. Therese had just enough time to see Charlie Spinnet's green painted face before he planted a big kiss straight on her lips.

"SPINNET!" she shrieked when he pulled away. He threw his arm around her shoulders and gave her a hearty, full shake, laughing loudly.

"ANOTHER DRINK FOR THE BEST HEALER IN THE WORLD!" Charlie screamed, and Therese could not be moved from his bear hug of a grip he had on her.

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kjbroadmoor
2012-02-26 06:27 am UTC (link)

Kendall was quite positive that this game was never going to end. And not in the 'this the best game of my life, I hope it never ends' way either. More like the 'I am going to be stuck on the pitch until I can't fly anymore and then McLaggen will catch the snitch and my life will be over' way. Rain sucked. Lightning sucked. Bludgers sucked. Especially when Kendall failed to dodge them.

He was winded and sure that he was sporting a few broken ribs, surprised he was even still on his broom, when he spotted a flicker of gold. For a second, Kendall was almost convinced it was just the stars one sees after being hit to hard but it didn't fade, it just became more clear as he stared at it. He wasted no time speeding after the snitch. He didn't have a clue where Finn was or even if they were ahead, all he knew was he wanted this damn game to be over and he had the chance to catch the snitch.

And then, it was all over and Kendall was never opening his hand again, because if he did the snitch would get away and they would have to start all over again. He looked around for any sign as to whether he would be murdered for sealing their fate as merely second place or if celebrations of the grandest kind were in order for securing the win.

It took him only seconds to realize it was the latter of the two and everything from that moment until he was literally pulled away from Felicia was a blur. He was expecting Axe, or even Charlie, definitely not Finn McLaggen holding out his hand to shake his. Wasn't that something done between Captains. Then he processed what he had actually said. The two facts combined were a compliment of the highest order and it stunned him just a bit. Kendall couldn't help but let a grin take over the confused look that was on his face.

"Thank you" he managed finally taking Finn's hand. "You definitely made me work for it, that's for sure."

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