s c a r l e t t (rabastans) wrote in valesco,
@ 2014-03-15 17:18:00

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For 3/14!
Scarlett took a step back so that the fan could get a proper shot with their camera, the flash nearly blinding her. But, she maintained her smile. How could she not? She'd just finished playing the best game of her life! Ever! She was never going to do anything like that again---but who knew? The World Cup was far from over. As she was handed quill upon quill to sign her autograph away on a wide variety of parchment, shiny paper she wasn't sure of, pictures of herself, jerseys---one goal. She'd only let in one goal!

"I've got an action figure?" she let out in genuine, loud surprise as a fan presented her with the toy. The little figurine of her strode around the crevices of her palm and Scarlett gaped in awe. "Thank you! I didn't know this had---thanks!"

That fan got a special picture as Scarlett threw her arm around his neck. Merlin! She tucked the figure into her front pocket and continued down the line. This was quite literally the best day of her life. Scarlett couldn't think of a single time she'd felt happier, she couldn't wait to go meet up with her parents tomorrow morning for breakfast (it was far too late for her elderly folks to go out for celebrations). She just...it was just bloody fantastic.

"And who should I make this out to?" she asked, not looking up at the fan as she took hold of the match program. Scarlett scrawled her signature over her image on the cover, grinning at how remarkable her bloody team was.

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a_bit_twisted
2014-03-15 11:47 pm UTC (link)

Grail had been working to scrounge up enough money to get his ass to New York since he found out Scarlett would be playing for the World Cup. He knew he’d never have enough, even with the two jobs he already had, so he had gotten the money doing something he knew he was good at - fighting. When he was younger he went out of his way to get into brawls at bars, but over the years, he had learned to manage his explosive temper by being more productive with his energy. He had been raised in the muggle world, so he knew all about their sports, though he had taken to boxing. It was one of few things he could appreciate about a world he hated as much as he did, mainly because it gave him the opportunity to knock someone’s teeth down their throat and earn money for it at the same time.

Luckily for Grail, he was good at it, though he also knew he couldn’t show up looking like he had just gone through a fucking blender. That was where Devon Quigg came into play; Scarlett’s best friend, who was a sucker for the romantic notion of him doing what he could just to watch her play at least one game. She patched him up the best she could, giving him a few potions he couldn’t afford on his own. He could have taken Scarlett up on the offer to pay for a room, and his tickets, but he had too much pride to accept it. His pride had a way of getting in the way of a lot of things.

He made Devon promise to not say anything to her friend, so he could try and surprise her after the one and only match he would be able to see. He’d be in the country for another day, but he could only afford one ticket since it was the World Cup. When England had won, he shared the same enthusiasm as the rest of England’s supporters, and had gone to wait near the locker rooms, knowing the players would emerge once they were washed and dressed. As soon as he saw the brunette he had traveled overseas for, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he waited amongst her adoring fans, offering his program, watching her sign it.

“Make it out to ‘a concerned onlooker’,” he answered, knowing she had no idea who she was directing the question at, too caught up in what she was doing.

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rabastans
2014-03-16 12:54 am UTC (link)

Her head shot up immediately at his voice, dropping the program to the ground. Scarlett let out a very strangled, shocked sound, hands going into the air. "GRAIL!"

She hurled herself forward to tackle him into a hug and the magical barrier keeping the fans separated from the players knocked straight into her stomach. Scarlett pushed to the tips of her toes to get a better reach, finally managing to lock her arms around him.

"What are you doing here?" she said, eyes wide with surprise. He had put up such a fight when she'd offered to pay for his trip, something that Scarlett had not found to be a problem at all. Other people were bringing their families and significant others, so why couldn't she? But Grail had insisted and insisted and she'd been so sad when she'd set off on the portkey that she thought it would mess up her game mentality.

Of course, she'd performed better than she'd ever had, but she had still missed him.

Scarlett let out a gasp, "Were you at the game?"

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