Who: Your Favorite BFFs
Where: Kestrel Stadium
What: General Cuteness and Hanging out.
When: Backdated to the Tornados/Kestrels game.
Status: idk finished? Finishing in comments?



Things had been quiet on the Penelope front for a while, so when she invited him to go to a game with her, Chester for once was caught by surprised. Granted they had chatted every now and then, and he offered a tip or two for studying, but he thought he was going to have to initiate their next meeting. He certainly wasn’t going to turn it down though. He had gathered small tidbits of information from the journal he given her, enough to know that there was a definite mood shift after New Years, and he was morbidly curious as to why.

“Sorry I’m late.” he said sliding down into the chair next to Penelope. “Security around here is sort of ridiculous. Held me up for trying to sneak in Chocolate Frogs for like ten minutes. Apparently bringing in outside food is frowned upon.” He smiled shrugging a shoulder..

“Thanks for inviting me. I’ve been sort of a hermit lately, I’ve needed to get out.” He kicked his feet up on the seat front of him, taking advantage of the empty seat while he could. “So tell me, what’s your secret? How did you manage such incredible seats for a play off game, and how much do I owe you for mine?”

Penelope idly played with the brim of her hat, pulling it down over the side of her ears, twisting it left, then right, not thinking of the hat-hair her curls would eventually knot into. She was very nearly more nervous than Charles before his games, and that was saying a considerable amount. At Chester's question, her eyes dropped to the claddagh ring on her finger. How to explain she was romantically involved with the Keeper for one of the teams, and these tickets were a gift from him? Or that, if she cared to, her brother was also a Quidditch player of notable fame, and coveted seats were a drop of a name away?

Quite easily. She didn't. As an intensely private person, the only one in her life privy to all the gory details was Dianna, and that usually only arose because her friend was an expert at ferreting out secrets and other things it hadn't occurred to Penelope to indulge. And, of course, that she trusted her above and beyond any person in the world.

"They were a gift," she said with a shrug, then waved away at him. "So please, you owe me nothing. I'm only happy I didn't have to come by myself. I hate that."

Dianna had been unable to attend because of some function at the museum—but Penelope always suspected she didn't much care for the game of Quidditch, and only came to ogle handsome players in their kits. Not that she had much room to talk, as "rubbish" did not begin to describe her Quidditch prowess. Having written Chester a handful of letters and seeing him the odd time or two at Fortescue's during her studying compelled her to ask him to the match in Dianna's stead. Her social circle was extremely limited these days, and if Chester's words were anything to go by, his was as well. "Are you for the Kestrels or the Tornados?"

“Quite the friend you have to be giving you such tickets.” Chester said letting out a low whistle, playing the part of impressed. Really he was just curious as to who would give her such tickets and then not attend with her. He supposed it could be her brother, but this wasn’t even the same league let alone an United game. So it was most likely some one else. Possibly some one who liked giving pretty claddagh rings too.

Which again begged the question as to why it was him sitting next to her and not the guy who was so obviously trying to lay claim to his friend. He’d have to think of a way to broach the topic without raising to much suspicion.

He hummed considering her question as he watched the two teams take the field. “I usually root for the Falcons, but, if I have to pick... I find the Tornadoes’ hair to be quite obnoxious, so I think I’m going to have to say the Kestrels.” He had a fifty percent shot of picking the same team Penny was here to cheer on, and he felt his odds were pretty good that he had chosen right.

Her cheeks reddened at the mention of her "friend," so Penelope was thrilled when he moved the conversation along. She knew her answer immediately, but before she gave it, stopped a moment and took stock of the teams. The Tornados, along with having hair she was positively green with envy for, touted West Sumpter, Martin Boot, and Wendy Tremaine, the latter being possibly her most idolized female player. Saoirse Mullet had been in her same year at school, and Penelope had always found her to be a pleasant girl. Magnolia Brand used to play with her brother on the Montrose Magpies, and she'd liked her very much on the occasions they had met.

The Kestrels, on the other hand, just about terrified her. Their captain was a madman. Zoey Moran had also been in her year at school, but while Penelope like dher just fine, had to admit their personalities were very... contrary. Felicia Bulstrode and Katherine Dagworth-Peakes were not two women she wanted to meet alone in a dark alley. But for all the ambivalence she had toward the Kenmare Kestrels, there was just one player who seemed to make all the difference for her.

"Kestrels," she nodded, her fingers giving the ring on her finger an automatic, nervous little twist, to go with the hiccup in her heartbeat. "It must be the Irish in me."

Chester’s gaze dropped to the ring she twisted around her finger and then followed her gaze out to the field. Ah. That certainly made all the pieces fit together. Of course she would get fantastic tickets to a game with out an attached seatmate if the person who was giving the tickets was playing. Now just to figure out which player it was. That shouldn’t be to much of a daunting task.

“The Irish in you, huh?” he repeated with bit of a smirk, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as he flipped open his program to the team bios. Starting with the Catapults he scanned through the players one by one, only really paying attention when he reached the Kestrels. “That’s it I’m sure, and nothing to do with how disgustingly fit those boys are.” he teased lightly turning another page.

Not the Captain, he just seemed to brash. That left the Seeker, Keeper and the one Chaser. Hmph. Didn’t Penelope know that Quidditch players were troublesome sorts. He would have thought for sure that her brother would steer her clear of anyone in the league. But then again they did have quite a disagreement recently. Chester couldn’t help but smile a bit as he started figuring everything out. Puzzles were fun.

"Hmm," Penelope said noncommittally, slanting an amused look at him from the side. "Are they?"

She hadn't really ever thought about it... if she was hard-pressed to admit, there was something brutishly appealing about the Axebanger, if one enjoyed men who looked as though they might kill you with looks alone. The seeker had very nice eyes. And Joey, well, yes, he was adorable. Nobody really stirring, one way or the other...

But her cheeks were still tinged pink.

Blaming it on the chill from the inclement weather, she huffed out a breath and chafed her arms as much to occupy her hands as keep the blood flowing in them. "Shame you don't support the Tornados, though." Penelope's eyes tracked the seating in the stadium, where violent dots of blue, pink, and even purple, stood out.

"You'd look grand with a head of blue."

Chester gave a noncommittal shrug noticing the blush but decided to let the subject drop for now. She wasn’t giving anymore hints as to who and it would be easier to try and figure it out when she wasn’t sitting right next to him.

His eyebrows rose as he glanced at her when she made a comment about the potential of him ever having blue hair. “I’m afraid I will have to disappoint you and any others who may share that unfortunate opinion.” he said simply. “As even if I were a Tornados fan, I still doubt there is anything that could convince me having blue hair is a good idea.”