For a pair of women who liked to eat the way that she and Savannah did, they were pretty damn good at working out. Carys did her best to not miss a run with her best friend, and as they made it around the corner to Savannah's flat, she was glad she'd made it out this bright and early morning. James had been extremely fussy, and Drake was--well, he was no where to be found lately. It was a good thing her mother was sure that Carys was raising the child to be a heathen and would take him upon a moment's notice to give him as much of a proper upbringing as she could...

"I win," Carys let out as she crossed the front steps of the apartment building. She trotted a few paces past it before coming to a full halt, and turned with her hands on her hips to catch her breath. She hadn't realized the final sprint she'd automatically gone in, but, well, that was just her natural instinct to win, she supposed. Carys winced at the stitch in her side, but that would disappear after a bit.

It was almost like she was in pre-pre-season training, but at least now she got to bullshit with her best friend after her run instead of heading to the gym to lift weights for two hours. Carys pulled out her ponytail, still red in the face. Now that she wasn't moving at her top speed, her hunger was able to catch up and kick in. "Tell me you've got food ready, I'm starved."

Seth had spent the rest of his practice after his exchange with Savannah in a constant state of annoyance. He was sure that she hadn't meant it the way it sounded, but the words still settled under his skin. If your brother says nothing will fall apart, I trust that it won't. Well she hadn't just agreed to marry Henry, now did she? Seth knew that he had a lot to make up for, he had dug a pretty deep hole their first marriage, but he couldn't help but have hoped that her saying yes to his proposal meant that she trusted him.

He couldn't go back to having the first reaction being what did you do. And he certainly didn't want his wife relying on his brother to talk him out of doing things he shouldn't. By the time he made it over to Savannah's flat, Seth had managed to let go of most of his frustrations determined to talk this out as a level headed adult. If they had any hopes of their relationship to work, Seth had to know Savannah trusted him and his judgement. He knocked on the door as he let himself in, "Savannah?"

Now, Holly was definitely not someone who enjoyed the frills and lace of Valentine's Day. Usually, she hated it, it was in the top five list of things she hated, but this year? She felt like celebrating. It had been a damn good year, and Holly was taking every opportunity to showcase the good bloody mood she'd been in. Sure, there had been its blips (McCormack owed her quite some bit), and each moment made her appreciate each and every day.

But that was the sort of sappy stuff she and her husband didn't say, so that was why she had insisted that their visit to Hogsmeade tonight was to crack jokes and judge the couples that took this holiday way too seriously.

It was turning out to not be as horrendous as one may have thought. Hogsmeade was a village on display, each store front lit up with lights, the street lamps giving off sprays of glitter and confetti as couples walked past. The different food places had set up heating spells around outside tables and counters, the aroma completely filling her every sense. The lake had turned into a beautiful ice rink, while a magical ferris wheel lit up the sky. The village had always amazed her, knowing that it was the only place in the country wizards and witches could be completely at ease with their magic outside of Hogwarts.

"Good thing they didn't let the kiddies out," Holly said, eyes catching sight of the castle in the distance. "They'd ruin the romance."

- Hogsmeade is open to all! The village streets are sort of like a Valentine's fair, hosted by Madam Puddifoot's (so you know there's some cheesy stuff).
- For some ADDED FUN, a little trickster has laced the chocolate supply with a truth serum. The amount of chocolate your character ingests, the more truthful/the longer they are under its spell. Soo...that could lead to some fun, y/y? >:D
- ALSO, for players on non British Isles teams, this is the last weekend to be home because practice for the WC starts after Valentine's Day! So get those feels out because you're shipping out!

Who: Savannah and Seth
What: Stalking and deep conversations and...
Where: Savannah's loft
When: Tonight

( For the record....you're still an idiot )

His grin couldn't be any wider.

"I'm pretty sure she's going to beat my score," Vinny said with an extreme nod to the group of onlookers that were watching his lovely and adorable girlfriend Gleny score as many goals in the miniature hoops that were set up. Vinny had quite purposely aimed a bit far to the right as to not completely run away with the game, but Gleny was putting up a rather good fight regardless.

It was a fun day, weekend, really, of games and events that he thought were going to be a bit of a chore but had ended up being remarkably entertaining. The fans that were participating were the ones who truly loved the game and were great to have conversations with. It was a very unique way to interact with them in a way Vinny had never really gotten a chance to, and he did not feel overwhelmed in the slightest. Hosting the weekend's bigger attractions had seemed daunting, but it was going swimmingly.

Mostly in part to his, once again, lovely and adorable girlfriend who had just ended the round of Quick Quaffle with a tie score!

"Great job!" Vinny said with honest excitement as he happily hugged Gleny in celebration. Merlin, quidditch and his girl, what more could a bloke ask for?




OOC: Click here for ideas of what could be going on at Falmouth Stadium! These fun days dated from the 27th - 31st! List of Teams!

The last few months had been pretty rough for Savannah Davies. For starters, she had turned 30 that year, and while that was extremely young for a witch, it was practically ancient in muggle years. That's how she felt, at least. By the time her mother had turned 30, she was already settled down with a family, and had kids, and was living the life she always hoped she would. Savannah was 30 with a career she hated, living in a one bedroom apartment, and had already been cheated on by one man who was supposed to marry her, and divorced by another man who did marry her.

It was easy to not think about all that for a while, since she had a wonderful man to keep her mind off all that, but that never stopped her from wanting all the things she always thought she would have by the time she was 30. She wanted a family, and even though she had little nieces and nephews roaming around to play with, it wasn't the same as having a child of her own. Leanne was the closest thing she ever had to a daughter once upon a time. She still treated her like family, sending her gifts and cards on birthdays and holidays, but she didn't even see her too often because she didn't know how to be around Seth for a while. She had run into him at games, when the Catapults played the Falcons, and over time she had learned how to put the past behind her and be civil.

Still, she was always reminded of the life she almost had when she was around her ex-husband, and it was just...upsetting. She loved Geoff, she did - there was no denying her feelings for the man, but she was starting to get the impression that he wasn't quite ready to settle down. It wasn't like she wanted to ask, because she was afraid of scaring him away - she did not need another man leaving her because she sounded too clingy or something. Her past relationships had left her tainted, so now she just walked on eggshells in order to make people happy.

But she wasn't happy. And it didn't have anything to do with how Geoff treated her, because he treated her like a damn princess, but she wanted...more. She wanted to have a career she was proud of, and be married, and pop out a million babies with him because damn it, she was already 30. Her biological clock was ticking...or that was how she felt. It was all muggle mentality.

Savannah was sitting cross legged on Geoff's couch as she waited for him to get home, flipping through the classifieds, trying to see who was hiring in her field. A few boxes were circled in red, though when the front door opened, she looked up from what she was doing to acknowledge her boyfriend of 2 years with a small smile.

"Hey," she greeted, rising to her feet, making her way towards him to give him a quick kiss. "I thought you were gonna be home earlier, I kind of made myself at home."

She could have sworn he had told her he would be home at 6, and it had to be at least 7:30 by now.

Carys was glad to finally put those dance lessons her mother had forced her to take to some good use. Her dress twirled quite nicely with the waltz she and Drake opened up the dance floor with, and Carys found herself quite impressed with her husband. Her husband. Ha! That was something Carys never thought she'd think, or say, or have. She'd been very content in just living life day to day, but the idea of having someone to be there along the hopefully long way was awfully nice. And Drake was awfully nice to look at too, so that helped a lot.

Of course she hadn't agreed to marry him (because he'd asked her! She'd never let him live that down) just because he was handsome, even if she was sure to rub that into her sisters' faces at every chance. There were other factors that led her to accept, but those thoughts and words were for quiet times when she was feeling overly emotional and not for the dance floor.

The song gracefully slid into a slower tune and this time more couples joined the newlyweds (holy hell!) on the dance floor. Carys smiled at their guests, glad that they'd been able to make it and even happier that they all looked to be having a good time. Her head tilted up to smirk at Drake, ready to make some hilarious comment about Martin and the fire dancers, but Carys found herself at a loss for words as the secret she'd been keeping since right before she put on her dress came back to the forefront of her mind.

Instead she just smiled and dropped her head to his chest, not wanting to ruin the night.

Savannah really didn’t know how it had all happened so quickly.

One second, she was walking through the market looking for the milk when she damn near collided with the muscular frame of the last person she expected to see – her ex-husband, Seth Wadcock. It was awkward, to say the very least, considering how hard she worked at avoiding him at all costs, but somehow they had managed to get through their ‘hellos’, and before she knew what she was doing she was asking about Leanne, and then he was extending an invitation for her to join the two of them at the park the next afternoon.

And then she had agreed to it.

The whole thing seemed like a blur, but she couldn’t back out now. Not that she necessarily wanted to, but it had nothing to do with the man who had almost knocked her back a step or two on her way down the aisle. She honestly missed the little girl – the one who she had been sending birthday cards and gifts to, even after the divorce between she and her father was over and done with. Savannah had stayed with Seth for two reasons after she had shown up on the doorstep that was, at the time, theirs: she loved him, and she didn’t think it was fair, for another woman to abandon the child like her own mother had. For a while, Savannah had been the mother figure in her life, but it was so hard to see her when she knew that meant having to confront her father, as well.

Savannah smoothed out the fabric of her shirt, seated on a bench off to the side of the playground where Seth had told her to meet them. She had arrived early, so she could buy a cup of coffee at the shop nearby. She was…well, she was nervous, to be honest, and wished that they would hurry up as she took a sip of her coffee, her legs crossed at the knee with her foot bobbing.

She wondered, while she waited, how big Leanne had gotten…and if she even remembered who she was.

Her eyes closed at the thought, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, wetting her lips before re-opening her eyes, watching the other children play.

Savannah was dressed to the nines – her hair pulled to one side, so that gentle curls of auburn were draped over the delicate curve of her exposed shoulder, smiling at the man who was standing in front of her. The smile should have been genuine, since most women were more than thrilled to get all dressed up, and wear suicide heels and bat their lashes at people, but she was just trying not be rude as the older gentleman rambled on about some sort of auction he had attended, where he had been the highest bidder on an old set of peacock quills. She lifted her brows to feign interest, and nodded her head along with what he was saying before she lifted her glass of champagne to her lips, taking a long, much needed sip before she lowered her glass and rolled her lips under, careful not to smudge her lipstick.

She did enjoy getting all dressed up, but…Savannah had always been the type of girl who would much rather be hanging around in jeans and a t-shirt, and had always been the one to be wrestle around in the mud with the guys instead of taking ballet lessons, or doing something else little girls were supposed to do. Having a twin brother definitely had an impact on her hobbies and interests, so standing there in a dress wasn’t really…her. The only reason she had come was because she felt obligated, since it was for a good cause, and because someone in particular had decided to join her.

That person met her eyes the next time she took a glance out to the crowd, and his soft blue eyes held her attention, this time smiling genuinely for the first time since she had been standing there listening to the old man. She would turn to her company, not wanting to appear rude, like she was completely ignoring him. After she realized he wasn’t going to stop talking unless she said something, she reached out to place a hand on his arm.

“I’m so sorry, will you please excuse me?”

A kind smile, and the old man nodded, warranting another smile (thankful, and apologetic this time), finally able to turn away from him to approach the Quidditch star who had been stopped by a few fans – sports writers, who she had tried to warn him again – stopping once she found a place in the small circle he had been standing in, gently clearing her throat to get the group’s attention

“I hope I’m not interrupting….”

Oh, she knew she was, but she didn’t care. Her eyes locked onto Geoff Brand’s, her target, stepping towards him so she could place a hand on his arm.

“Mind if I borrow you?”

Savannah couldn't think of the last time she had been as nervous as she was now, waiting at the bar for her date to arrive. It didn't help that she couldn't think of the last time she had been on a date, either, let alone a blind date. True, she knew whose face she was supposed to be looking for, but that didn't mean she knew anything about the man behind the name; that name being Geoffery Brand. Half of Europe knew who the man was, and how incredibly handsome he was (gah, those eyes...), yet he had absolutely no idea who he was coming to meet. All he knew was that her name was Savannah Davies, and that was all due to the fact that they had been communicating through journals. It wasn't like her picture was ever published with any of the articles she wrote, so how could he know what she looked like?

True, she did used to be married to the at the time captain of the Montrose Magpies, and had gone on a few dates with the captain of Puddlemere United before that, so her picture was floating around in articles here and there, but Geoff hadn't been on either of the teams during those points in time. She couldn't see why he would have paid any attention to who Seth or Finn were seeing a few years ago.

God, had it really been that long? She had gotten her divorce a little over a year ago, January of '81, and hadn't been with anyone since. The thought was incredibly depressing, and just made her all the more antsy, like a school girl who was going on her first date with the cute boy from class - the one who had been in all her classes but didn't even know her name.

It felt sort of like that, as she tapped her neutral colored nails against her glass, her lips rolling under to catch the droplets of white wine that lingered there after her last sip. Her shoulder lifted and fell again with the deep breath that was preceded by a heavy sigh, one of her hands lifting up to self consciously rub at the spot on her forehead were a bump had once been. Thankfully the swelling had gone down with help of some ice and potions, but it felt like there was still a phantom bruise there. Once she was done touching the still sensitive area of her face, she tucked some of her hair behind her ear, and turned to look towards the door as she heard some commotion.

It wasn’t Geoff.

Savannah let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, turning back to her glass of wine, taking another long, slow sip as her leg bobbed, one crossed over the other, smoothing down the fabric of her dress - another nervous habit as she waited for Geoff to arrive.

Her chest felt like it was about to explode. She could remember the exact moment in time she had felt this miserable, and that too was because of a man. Logan Kelley had been the first man she ever loved, and after he had broken her heart, she didn’t believe she could, or would ever fall in love again. He had cheated on her, and made her feel like she wasn’t good enough. She went from being a woman who was confident with a lot of self esteem, to being conscious of every move she made when it came to the opposite sex. She lost her faith in men, and thought the last decent man on the planet was her brother, Sam. Then, she met Phineas McLaggen. He was the first man since Logan that she actually cared about…but at least he ended things before she grew too attached to him. Before he made her believe she could truly trust him.

And then…Seth Wadcock came along.

He treated her like royalty. He told her he loved her, and she had believed him. He told her he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and she had believed him. They had gotten married, and they were happy…she was happy. The only regret she had was not telling her brother about the wedding before it was too late. She was just…so anxious to start her life with him, and she felt like she was floating on air whenever he kissed her, and…how could that be so wrong? It had hurt her, to see how upset Sam was with her, but…she understood. She hated that she couldn’t take back what she had already done, but she was still happy with the decision she had made. She was happy that she was married to a man who loved her.

But then, things started to get rocky. This man she loved was constantly on the front page of magazines, all because of some scandal that involved another woman. Being a writer, she understood that most of the time the press just wrote gossip. It was all just BS, wasn’t it? So, she ignored it…but it got harder to do so, since months passed by and still there were reports of Seth and Odette MacFarlen. But, this was her husband…so she continued to ignore what they would say. Even when she found out that he had a child with another woman, she stayed. She stayed because she loved him. She wanted to be true to the vows she took when they got married. Through good times and bad…right?

It just made her feel like a bigger idiot, when the truth was finally revealed to her. How could she be so blind? Deep down, she knew…she knew that things had changed, because she could see it in his eyes. The way he looked at her…it wasn’t the way a husband should look at his wife. He looked at her like a man who had once loved a woman, a long time ago…and was now stuck with her.

Her head was starting to hurt, because of all the crying she had been doing. It was a miracle that she was able to apparate to Giada and Graeme’s apartment and make it there in one piece. She looked like hell, and kept her hood up and her head down as she pathetically climbed the stairs to their flat. She felt as though she couldn’t possible cry anymore…but when she knocked on the door and it flew open, the sight of her sister-in-law, a person who had become one of her best friends over the years, she felt her bottom lip quiver and her face contort.

“Giada-…”

She rushed forward and threw her arms around her friend, hugging her tightly as she let out a quiet sob.