WHO: Thomas McCormack and an unexpected guest
WHAT: He's got a decision to make
WHEN: TODAY!
WHERE: Player Hotel!

( He should really know better than to believe anything that came out of her mouth. )

Thomas smiled for the camera the Scottish fan was holding in front of them at arm's length, bending a bit to make sure he was in the frame. The flash nearly blinded him and the girl's shriek deafened him. He earned another hug and she bounced away, allowing him to finally make his way out of the stadium. Scotland had performed well, but had fallen short. He was glad to have nearly a week to recuperate, thinking that the New Year's Eve party had been a bad idea in more than one way. Thomas let out a cloud of cold air, trudging through the light snow that had fallen earlier in the day.

The whirlwind of the past few days had not allowed his mind to settle and he was looking forward to the walk back to the hotel to at least begin something of a cleanse. The party, the confrontation with Regina, the random girl he'd seemingly taken his frustrations out on, it was all one big mess that Thomas was not looking forward to cleaning up. Or dealing with.

A voice called out his name from behind and Thomas turned, thinking the fan was back. His eyes widened as he realized who it was and he jammed his hands further into his pockets. "Samantha? What are you doing here?"

WHO: Thomas McCormack, Samantha Cadwallader, and Andrea Johnson
WHAT: Rough nights and early morning visits
WHERE: Thomas' flat
WHEN: This morning!

( I had to pick up one of my girls. )

In all honesty, he would rather be on his broomstick, making up practice and his regiments than dressed up at a party. Thomas knew that the All Star match didn't really count, but when you were flying among the best of the best, a player wanted to be the best of the best. He wasn't as rusty as he thought he'd be, but just the lack of flying made his muscles more sore after practice than he was used to. He was barely holding himself up, and if it weren't for the beautiful woman on his arm he'd probably be slumped in a chair, ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Samantha was back and he could fly. Both of his best friends had made the all-star team, and they were going to be playing together for the first time in their careers. Thomas really couldn't think of anything that could make him happier, though showing up Brookstanton on the pitch might be the cherry on top. They were teammates, and however much Thomas found the other beater loathsome, he would work with him for the win. It would at least be an interesting match, if anything.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked Samantha, smiling. He'd missed her terribly and was glad that her stint out of the country was over. Just in time.

WHO: Thomas McCormack
WHAT: Early morning alone time practices!
WHERE: Appleby Park
WHEN: Before 6 AM this morning!

( This was highly dramatic and a tad dangerous, he thought for just a moment before he mounted his broomstick and jumped. )

They'd wanted him to stay for a few more days, but Thomas could not handle any more poking and prodding by the healers of St. Mungo's. He'd been locked up in their Spell Damage ward for hours, then sent to Potion and Plant Poisoning and then Magical Bugs, but---no one could seem to find the answer. He'd been all fixed up, his bruises melted away and the blood wiped clean from his hands, but no one could figure out why he couldn't perform any magic. He couldn't perform magic. Thomas had felt it immediately, he felt lopsided, ready to keel over because something was missing, but no one had believed him. It wasn't until an attempt to apparate down the corridor, for tests caused every muscle in his body to spasm and cramp that the healers grew concerned.

It only got worse. They'd brought him wands, but nothing ever sparked. They'd had him attempt to do a ward on a journal, but he got nothing but ink all over his fingers. They'd brought his broom, and it did nothing, as if waiting to sweep the floor. His broom wouldn't fly, which meant he couldn't---

The keys to his flat jumbled in his hands. Thomas had refused to stay with his parents, even his sister had offered her guest room. There was no way he could live under their pitying eyes; whatever this block on his magic was, it was completely mentally and physically draining and he didn't need the added hovering of his family. Thomas could not remember the last time he had used his keys to open his flat, but there he was, unable to figure out the right key and growing more frustrated by the second.

"Just----bloody open!" he snapped, kicking the door. The car ride from St. Mungo's had been bad enough, now he couldn't even handle a set of keys. How the hell was he supposed to function in a world without magic? He'd known nothing else, he'd never bothered to figure it out---why would he have to? Who would have imagined that someone would have figured out a way to---to steal a wizard's magic?

Thomas let out a breath, shutting his eyes and dropping his head to the door. He needed a moment.

WHO: Saoirse Mullet and Thomas McCormack
WHAT: They reappear!
WHEN: Early morning today!
WHERE: Appleby Pitch!

( He was her captain, and look at the mess he’d allowed them to get into. )

Who: Kendall Broadmoor, Rose Knightley & Thomas McCormack
What: BIRTHDAY RELATED THINGS!
Where: Cafe! Flat! Field! SO MANY PLACES SO LITTLE TIME!
When: Now!
Status: Finishing in Comments!

( It better be good, and she better have something for him, too. )

Billie twisted her fingers anxiously as she paced back and forth across the width of the stadium where she had shed both sweat and blood over the last year. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, taking it in like she had the first time she had stepped foot on the pitch, decked out in black and white. She hadn’t known a single person when she had first joined the league – she felt like something of an outcast, a feeling she had hoped would subside over time, but never did. She wasn’t necessarily an assertive person – she wasn’t the type to try and make a lot of friends, because she was just so awkward about just about everything. It was like she didn’t know how to just be normal around people. Every now and then she managed to fool people into believing she wasn’t as messed up as she actually was, and Thomas McCormack was one of the people she had managed to befriend.

True, their friendship had been based on a mutual physical need, but he was her teammate, and probably the only Magpie who she had made a true connection with. She had tried to talk to the others, but she just…she never knew what to say to them, or how to act.

She started gnawing on the corner of her thumbnail, now walking with one foot in front of the other as she balanced on the thin white line that surrounded the pitch, marking its parameters. She had arrived about 5 minutes after she had written to Thomas, knowing she would have to wait for him to arrive. She needed some time to clear her head. She wondered if he would even care, when she told him, but tried to push her pessimism to the side, and closed her eyes as she let the cool spring breeze brush across her face.

She breathed in, and then out, wondering if maybe she should have just let him find out when everyone else did instead of wasting his time….

WHO: Samantha Cadwallader and Thomas McCormack
WHAT: Trips to Thailand!
WHERE: ...THAILAND
WHEN: This past weekend??
STATUS: Finishing in comments like Cristina does best

( Take the bed, I’ll be sleeping on the beach while you work, so )

Who: Samantha Cadwallader and Thomas McCormack
What: Cupcake Date
When: Before the raffle!
Where: A delicious cupcake store in an undetermined location

( It wasn’t every day there was a girl that was interested in him that didn’t have him hyperventilating because they were overwhelming or they had issues that dominated any sort of sexual desire he had toward them and---yes )

It was hard to say that the raffle was a bad idea when it raised so much money for W.Q.W., and while there wasn't an official number yet, even Henry seem pleased with the result. But standing outside the Montrose Pitch, Seth was having a hard time remembering why he thought a raffle would be more fun than a traditional auction, where you couldn't bid on someone's behalf without their knowledge, or at least being able to find out who did it.

Seth was all for just not going since he was pretty sure that neither of them would be heartbroken if the 'date' actually didn't happen but with the amount of press that was at the event, just skipping out on it altogether wasn't an option. Especially since Seth was on of the co-founders of the charity the whole event was held to support. After a thirty minute lecture from Henry, which was mostly a list of things he was under no circumstances allowed to do, even if she provoked it, he was allowed to leave. So here he was waiting on Odette MacFarlan to show.

He shoved his hands in his pockets trying not to think of all the other time Odette and he did stuff for the sake of publicity that ended in complete and utter disaster. He had changed since he was Captain of the Magpies, and he could certainly handle one perfectly cordial lunch with her.



OOC: Heyyy everyone, feel free to use this post to put up threads for your quidditch raffle dates! Bound to lots of potential drama lurking about with this so, have fun! :D