m a t t i e ❁ (matildas) wrote in valesco,
@ 2014-04-24 23:49:00

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adrian mattias, caden flint, cameron montgomery, carys llewellyn, delilah spinnet, estella flint, group, magnolia mattias, matthew summerby, mattie scarpin, max fancourt, michal conway lynch, nicola scarpin

SNITCH! PARTY IN THE PARK! OPEN TO ALL

She wouldn't say she flounced down the steps of the stage, but...well, okay, flouncing was a good word for it. Mattie skipped the last two steps and landed easily on the grass, feeling as if she couldn't stop moving because then the amazing feeling coursing through her would disappear and she'd never feel it again and it was just too exciting and good and awesome and she was here!

Nicola was here! In the crowd that was watching Mattie and her band perform. Her sister had come! Mattie nearly lost her place in the song when she'd spotted Nicola, but thankfully she was able to cover her slight slip up and finished the set. Food was now coming out so they'd taken an intermission and Mattie---Mattie wanted to go find her sister, she did, she wanted to go and hug her and nearly pass out from her exhilaration, but spotting Nicola from afar was a lot different than actually speaking to her and---what if she was only here because of her quidditch playing boyfriend? The one who wasn't playing anymore?

That didn't make much sense. Regardless, her sister was here, she'd seen her perform, and Mattie couldn't be any happier.

"Oomph--MAX!" Mattie let out in one big gulp of air. She had been too busy watching Nicola's head bob in and out of sight on the other side of the gathering (which was so fun and festive and just--springy) that she had not noticed her feet had kept moving and straight into Max Fancourt. Her heels sunk into the ground, still damp from the rain from the night before, and Mattie tugged her foot out. She fanned herself, feeling hot for a million reasons. "Hi, hi!"

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snarky_monkey
2014-05-07 11:42 pm UTC (link)

Lottie didn’t need much to keep herself entertained. She quite enjoyed people watching and an event such as this was perfect for such a thing. She had been busy the last week out searching for jobs, determined to find something by the time Jake had returned to England (that and her father had banned her from wallowing in the house during business hours). Jake. Sighing into her drink, Lottie rested her chin in her hand. Jake Bexley. She wasn’t quite sure how to take their last parting, but it left her with a similar feeling that walking away from him at Kings Cross did. Everything was different, but some how seemed the same. When was the last time she wrote anything not related to the gossip she gathered from the WWN? Yet here she was writing letters-- wasting time she should be spent looking for a job researching---

“Excuse me, Miss?” Charlotte startled at the sudden voice interrupting her thoughts. The man standing opposite where she was sitting offered her a smile, and she frowned not feeling in the mood to have some stranger flirt with her. “Is anyone sitting here?” he asked, and before she could open her mouth to answer, he was sitting across from her, polite smile still on his face.

How incredibly rude. “Apparently, you are,” Lottie bit out, fighting to remain pleasant. Who did he think he was?

“How lucky am I to have spotted you here.” It irritated her how comfortable this man had made himself sitting across from her. Charlotte raised a brow, she had no idea who this person was. Or why he was sitting here speaking to her. “Oh. Sorry,” he continued when she didn’t say anything, “I tend to get ahead of myself at times. Name’s Andrew Finwick . One of the great minds at Snitch!”

“Am I suppose to be impressed?” She asked dully, returning her attention to the crowd. She was sure she had spotted Lynch talking to someone gossip worthy.

Andrew laughed. “No, I suppose not. Its always refreshing to run into people who aren’t impressed mere titles. I have to admit though, you had me impressed.”

Charlotte blinked, her skin prickling with goosebumps. “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.”

“You haven’t even heard me out.”

“I don’t need to, there’s-- I’ve-- I’m not interested in frivolous dates at the moment.”

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snarky_monkey
2014-05-07 11:44 pm UTC (link)

He laughed again and this time she felt offended. “I’m not trying ask you out on a date. I’m trying to offer you a job. Well at least an interview, they’d have my head if I just offered you a job straight out and not even know your name.”

She froze, unsure of what she just heard. Her attention finally back on the man sitting across from her. It made no sense whatsoever. Lottie didn’t even bother trying to apply at Snitch! after her disastrous interview with The Prophet, certain she had been blacklisted from any sort of media outlet. “Excuse me?” she breathed, not daring to hope she heard correctly.

“I was sitting a couple rows behind you at the World Cup final. Overheard a bit of your running commentary you were giving your boyfriend. It was spectacular, we could use someone like you at Snitch! now that we have a radio show.” Lottie just stared at him unable to think of anything to say. He shifted in his seat slightly. “Though I suppose I could be wrong…?”

“I-- Jake isn’t my boyfriend,” she said weakly, not sure why she was bothering to correct him. It wasn’t like the innocent mistake bothered her, but it was the only response she could think of.

“So it was you then?”

“Maybe? I mean, I suppose I was going on a bit to Jake, but sometimes the commentators just use the same stats every game, it gets boring.”

Andrew just grinned holding out a card to her. “Exactly. How about you come by the office after the weekend. See if you can impress some of my colleagues.” She took the card, studying it. It could easily been a ruse. How hard would it be to pretend to work for the company hosting the party.

“I don’t know…” Charlotte flipped the card over in her hand. It seemed to easy. Too good to be true.

“Miss---” Andrew trailed off.

“Sweeting,” she offered hesitantly, to which he just chuckled again and murmured something about of course it is.

“Well Miss Sweeting, what’s the worse that could happen?” He asked standing from his seat. “Enjoy the party. I hope I see you Monday.”

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