Who: Seth Wadcock and Odette MacFarlan
What: He dishes and she is not happy about it
Where: Magpies Stadium
Status: CONTINUING IN COMMENTS


"Captain Wadcock! Captain! Yes, could you please tell us why MacFarlan isn't on the roster upcoming match?"

"Ah, well, it has been decided that it would be in the teams best interest to let MacFarlan sit a few games out."

"Sir! Sir! Is it safe to say that she's been benched?"

"You could phrase it that way, I suppose. Next question."

"Captain, how long is she out for? How do you expect your team to fair?"

"That hasn't been determined yet. And I expect my team to do just fine. No doubt we'll make it to the play offs. One more question, yes you in the red."

"Does this have anything to do with the incident on the pitch during practice?"

"You'll have to ask MacFarlan about that. Alright, you gentlemen have a nice afternoon."


Seth absolutely hated press conferences. All the yelling of questions, taking of pictures and the reporters digging around to find some way to spin a money selling story. Seth ran his hand through his walked away from the reporters, who were still feverishly snapping photos that would more and likely end up on the cover of some magazine. The disappointment was obvious on his face. Of course he didn't want to bench his starting seeker, it would give them a major handicap in the upcoming games, especially against Puddlemere. What else could he do though? She pushed him off his bloody broom. And for what? Sending a bludger her way during practice? It was practice! For telling her to lay off his former teammate. That was just promoting good sportsmanship.

He wandered into the pitch and collapsed down on the team bench. He always knew that Odette held a grudge against him since coming to the team but this was taking it too far. She didn't have to like him but she needed to at least show a little respect to him as her captain. It wasn't like he was a horrible Captain. In fact, he thought he was rather good at his job. No one else on the team seemed to have a problem with him. At least not anymore, he expected some amosity being as he was coming from another team.

Enough of this he thought. He needed to focus on the upcoming practice. The upcoming games were going to be hard and he needed to get the team prepared.

But Wadock was a horrible captain, and he was proving so right now. What kind of bloody captain hosted a press conference purely to state that one of his fellow players was being benched? Until playoffs.After he obviously leaked the information before it was actually suppose to be? How in the bloody fuck did that promote team unity, or better yet--- could he be any more of a hypocrite? Because that was exactly what he was, a big fucking hypocrite crying about how he couldn't handle anything.

How fucking obnoxious.

And now she had to--- Odette pushed her chin harder into her shoulder, attempting to cover her face as much as possible as she trudged through the stadium. The thick scarf and large sunglasses helped, but not as much as she wished they could. Originally she had gone to the pitch for yet a talk with the manager, but even before she could get inside a complete mob ascended upon her, flashing and screaming for answers. Which led her to where she was now, searching for Wadock like it was her job.

"You held a bloody conference?" she demanded, throwing her hands back in disbelief once she finally spotted him. So typical, so fucking typical--- God, she hated him. Odette felt her face begin to burn and her heart pick up as she stomped down her feet with every step. And what--- what-- was he actually trying to play like this decision was upsetting? Like it hurt him more than it hurt her to do this? Complete shit, he was probably pissing in his pants from all the excitement he had created from himself.

"What the fuck!"

Ah, Seth knew that shrill tone, he didn't even have to look up to verify who it was. Of course she didn't understand that it would look much better this way than just benching her and not answering any questions. He took a deep breath before speaking, "They got a hold of next weeks match's roster, I couldn't just ignore their questions. That would make it look like I was hiding something."

He looked up only to confirm what he already knew. She was seething. Fan-bloody-tastic. "What did you expect me to do? You've got me backed into a bloody corner here, I only have so many options." He pushed himself off the bench and headed over towards the equipment closet. And of course he heard angry steps following behind him.

"What?"

They were fucking hiding something! It was a quidditch team for crying out loud, you could just as easily rename the sport into 'soap opera' and you would get the same response. That was half of the appeal. Not to say--- alright, she would admit that perhaps trying to push him off his broom to his death was a bit of a brash reaction, but it wasn't like she could take it back now anyway. It was questionable whether she would, but that was neither here nor there.

Odette let out a short hiss as he stood up and began to walk away from her. Oh no, not so fast, he wasn't getting rid of her that easily. "I backed you into a corner?" He couldn't be serious. She looked at him with disgusted disbelief, actually wondering if he was trying to honestly pass that off as an excuse. Oh yes, the big bag seeker made him do it. The one that was significantly shorter than him, and definitely weighed less than him. Yes, that made sense.

"I expect you to act like nothing is the matter, because now we look like a fucking mess!" Odette responded quickly, beating Seth to the bullet and slamming the closet closed before he could open it.

"Yea, you did! Do you think I wanted to bench you? Oh wait nevermind, of course you do. Well I don't but I can't very well play you after you pushed me off my broom. Now I only have one fucking week to get the reserve seeker to be half as good as you are so we have a chance at winning. We look like a fucking mess because we are a fucking mess! What else do you expect when one of the key players on my team doesn't listen to a fucking word I say? I'm surprised we've won games at all this year."

Did she really not see what was wrong with this whole picture at all? He had put up with her hatred and contempt for so long with out saying anything and that got him no where. What else could he do? "You don't have to like me, but if you are going to play on this team you are going to have to learn to respect me as your captian. I do know what I am doing. Now if you'll excuse me, the Wasps are expecting a mess of a team now, and I plan to make sure they get the unexpected."

She was certain he wanted to do a lot of things to her, all permanent in the long run, but unwillingly bench her was not one of them. Kick her off the team, yes. Sympathize with her, no. No matter how nice Wadock tried to play himself, Odette would always know that there was no way that was actually who he was. A nice quidditch player didn't exist, no way, no how, so he should just give up the little act now so they could all move on with their lives.

And they had won so much during the season already because unlike him, she actually excelled at her profession. In every aspect. And--- how dare he threaten her livelihood on this team? Odette had been here much longer than him, with legacy for fuck's sake, it would take a lot more than a whiny little Seth Wadock to get her kicked off the team. She crossed her arms over her chest, choosing to stay silent as he continued to yell back at her.

And for fuck's sake, he didn't know what he was doing if he was complaining about getting the reserve ready.

"Oh, fat bloody chance," she scoffed, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she pulled together a glare. Fine, fine. He wanted her to cooperate? Odette could give him fucking cooperation. Or at least the Odette MacFarlan way. "I pleasantly look forward to watching you screw up from the ground instead of the air for the next few games. I thank you for the perspective change."