Ludo Bagman (mrpopular) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-10-01 21:54:00

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Who: Ludo and Greta
When: September 30, 1982
Where: Wimbourne Press Conference
What: THREAD SHENANIGANS ZOMG
Rating: NAUGHTY

Ludo Bagman felt like the last week of his life was an absolute whirlwind. For months, he had been acting as the unofficial captain for the Wimbourne Wasps. The team was terribly young and inexperienced; so even with only three years of professional experience under his belt, Ludo was quite easily the player to look to for guidance and advice. As scary as that sounded, Ludo had grown into that responsibility rather quickly.

After their game two weeks ago, there had been a closed door meeting for the team. One player spoke up in naming Ludo as their captain, then another and another. It was strange for him to hear their praise; it was not a position Ludo had been in before very often. And when the rest of the team came to an agreement, all Ludo could do was grin and accept their decision.

The press conference inched by for Ludo, but it wasn't for lack of pressing questions. Rather, it was because of the beautiful brunette reporter that had perched herself at the front of the crowd. For some reason, Ludo Bagman could not keep his eyes off of Greta Catchlove the entire time. Hmmm...

Obviously this was a sign that he needed to make conversation with her at some point. And who knew, maybe even use a ridiculous pick up line if the opportunity presented itself. As soon as things were wrapped off, Ludo approached her. "You know, I would have to say that you are absolutely stunning Miss Catchlove. I hope you don't plan on transferring to the sports department. Seeing you at matches would distract me to the point of blowing our chances at the playoffs," he said coolly, leaning against the nearby wall.

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catchthislove
2011-10-05 09:41 pm UTC (link)

One would think three years working for the Prophet might mean something, but Greta supposed when people had been on the paper for just shy of half a century, they felt it perfectly within their rights to boss around those with less than an infinite number of years under their belt.

Well, it still rankled, but perhaps they had a point.

Whatever it was, Greta was tired of the constant feature rotation amongst the newbies because she inevitably landed the worst department for the week. And despite pleading, begging, and perhaps offering inappropriate favors to trade for the Muggle-Liason feature, which Barnabas Cuffe had outrightly laughed at, she was assigned Sports. The last time she'd been in Sports, there had been a Gobstones tournament. A marathon tournament she'd had to cover live for a week whilst the Quidditch correspondents interviewed the traded players of the season.

She had never been quite so bitter in her life.

But then, to her utmost surprise, then Senior correspondent had called in with a mysterious case of food poisoning, and she was the only one readily available at the office, and who should be dispatched for a hotly anticipated press conference than Miss Greta D. L. Catchlove?

Quite proud of herself for the few but (she fancied) rather probing questions she'd posed, Greta strenuously avoided prolonged eye contact with Ludo Bagman for risk of blushing, giggling, otherwise seeming silly etc. She tried to remind herself that she'd been to school with this man (boy—man—boy--man—wizard!), but there was no hope for it. She was, absolutely and undoubtedly, very much silly. But he didn't need to know that, which she sternly reminded herself as she saw him approach.

"Do you know, I almost believe your outrageous flattery at times." She held her quill exaggeratedly poised atop her scroll and gave him her best Important Press Person look. "Come, Mister Bagman, a heartfelt quote—you've just been elected captain of the Wimbourne Wasps. Whatever shall you do next?"

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mrpopular
2011-10-05 10:07 pm UTC (link)

It wouldn't have phased Ludo to know that he caused very much silly reactions in most women in the 19-25 demographic and so there was no reason to withhold that information from him. Not that his ego needed any more feeding.

Ludo grinned. Her Important Press Person look was absolutely adorable. "My outrageous flattery is given with the best of intentions. Complete honesty, you know."

The elected captain of the Wimbourne Wasps. That sounded...well, it sounded fucking great. "Hmm...there are all sorts of things I'd like to do," he said, raising an eyebrow at her. 99% of those things somehow involved Greta Catchlove, but he wasn't about to mention that to her. "But first I think it's high time that I take you out for a few rounds. Celebratory rounds. In honor of my promotion and your--well, stunning beauty and quick witted press witch charm."