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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