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h o l l y ([info]hollyharpie) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2013-11-25 23:50:00


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Entry tags:andrea johnson, anton chang, charles spinnet, delilah spinnet, group, holly troy, howell williams, larkin whitby, louis bonaccord, michal conway lynch, miles lufkin, mirabelle jasper, richard house, richard thorough, saoirse mullet, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, thomas mccormack, veronica zeller, victoria cadwallader

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She was a champion.

Holly wouldn't (and couldn't, since she was sure it was well-documented) deny that she had cried. Quidditch had been her life for so long, and to have this stretch of a career without a league cup to call her own, it was hard to deal with. Seasons were long and ehxausting, they took away all your time and energy, and to not win the cup meant that you'd just wasted the year. Sure, there were the fans, there was making personal records, and even the international circuit was fun, but Holly had needed this win so badly that she still got shivers when she thought about it. She'd done it, and she'd been the best.

She sighed, taking in the surroundings. Appleby Park had been transformed into a wonderful setting for the event, the spells on the stadium keeping the guests warm and the night sky bright above them. The league cup sat on its platform in the middle of the dance floor, looking like a glorious holy grail that she'd finally wrapped her hands around. Her husband was here somewhere, but she was lost in the sea of people. Teammates, competitors, agents, and the media, it was simply a night for the game she loved, and Holly couldn't remember a moment when she'd been happier with everything in her life.

As she made her way to the bar, she spotted one of her aforementioned teammates standing off and away from the rest of the guests. Holly, not one to ignore a teammate as she'd taken on the role this past season as, well, a mother-hen (but don't tell Theo), she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of her head.

"You're missing all the fun," she said, taking their elbow. When Holly finally got a good look at their face, she frowned, "What's wrong? It looks like you've seen a ghost."


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Victoria
[info]brickhouse
2013-11-28 07:24 pm UTC (link)
Rich was having trouble not smiling like an idiot at every moment he was with Victoria. He was giddy and nervous and earnest and all sorts of emotions that made him high-strung because he was going to be a father. As he held her close while they swayed on the dance floor, he couldn't help but mutter how "beautiful," "glowing," and "fantastic" she looked and those mutters were intermingled with his worrying if she needed something to drink or to eat, or if she needed to sit down for a bit. He was prattling git, honestly. At least, that's how he felt.

"You're sure you don't need anything?" he quietly asked as they danced. If there was attention on them, he hadn't noticed, but he wouldn't be surprised. She was bloody gorgeous, after all. He just hoped he wasn't smothering her. He had an awful habit of doing that, which was why he looked to be fretting with his brows, though he smiled.

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[info]beavertails
2013-12-01 02:04 am UTC (link)
Victoria worried her lip as they danced. She'd fretted over what she was going to wear for hours, and Rich had completely and utterly tolerated it -- she thought she'd settled on something that at least didn't make it obvious that she was expecting.

Of course people knew, because hiding a bump in the locker room was impossible, but -- well, they didn't know who the father was. She was sure that the snoopy photographers were going to be all over her dancing with Rich, and that was -- well, sort of the point. It had been partly Henry's idea -- no reason to lie about a baby, and leaving them guessing about who the father was would only end badly. This way, the press could think they'd caught her with someone and start making assumptions, and the real story would get out anyway.

"Hmm?" She was only mildly distracted glancing around. Although they hadn't won the cup this year, things were looking up for her. Rich had been nothing but supportive, and she knew she was extremely lucky for that.

"Ah, no. I mean, I've got a really bad craving for maple-bacon ice cream right now, but I think that'll probably pass."

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[info]brickhouse
2013-12-01 02:55 am UTC (link)
Rich was no stranger to the rags, thanks to having dated the most sought-after dueler of their age, but as always, unless the person was right on top of them to take pictures and ask questions, he didn't notice. He didn't care about them, honestly, but he did care about Victoria. Seeing her become hung up on looking for something or someone did unease him a bit.

"Well, if it doesn't pass, I'd find you some," Rich told Victoria, though she still seemed distracted. Slowing their step, Rich swallowed nervously and ducked to speak in her ear. "If you want to go, we can go," he whispered. He then pulled back a little and canted his head to pull an encouraging smile. "I wouldn't mind a bit of ice cream myself, to be honest."

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[info]beavertails
2013-12-01 03:00 am UTC (link)
It would probably be easy enough to home-brew some of the meaty ice cream at home, since she'd been keeping her fridge thoroughly stocked with bacon (much to her daughter's delight). As he leaned in, her lips cracked into a smile. Ah, so considerate.

"Really, I'm fine. I was just making sure nobody was going to blind you with a flash when you turned me around," she whispered back, brushing her fingers over the back of his neck.

"We should stay for a little while, anyway." Henry had recommended it, and even though he hardly had room to talk as far as actually showing up to events went lately, she hadn't wanted to go against his wishes. "I hear they've got great shrimp." Merlin, Richard probably thought all she ever had on her mind lately was food.

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[info]spinnets
2013-11-30 01:57 am UTC (link)
Charlie wasn't particularly sure if he cared about good sportsmanship. He was not enjoying himself watch the Arrows celebrate their victory, and wondered if that made him a bad person. Everyone else seemed to be putting on a good face, but his seemingly perpetual frown could not be wiped from his face. Perhaps it was his back injury that was keeping him from enjoying what he could from the night, but the public obligation was doing nothing but irritate him.

"How long do you reckon I have to stay?" he asked his sister, who he was surprised to find not attached to the hip of Matt Summerby. When Kendall had gone around looking for a girl to hook his mate up with, Charlie had not thought that suggesting his sister would have turned into this lovesick madness. Sure, he'd had a good feeling the two would get along, but holy hell. They were like a rainbow had collided with a big bucket of glitter and then been poured over your head. Madness.

He huffed and grimaced, hating that he had to sit in a particular way or else he'd be sore all night. Couldn't he have gotten a healer's note to get out of this?

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[info]takeyoudown
2013-12-01 12:54 am UTC (link)
It wasn't that Delilah was avoiding meeting Drystan and Odette, it just so happened that when Matt's friends had started making their way towards the couple she had noticed that Charlie was sitting off by himself. If she allowed it, he'd sit and sulk the whole party and that just wasn't acceptable.

"You have to stay at least until its safe for me to return to Matt." Delilah said her hand propped in her chin as she watched the gaggle of hufflepuffs. No, she certainly wasn't scared of his friends (if it came down to a fight, she'd certainly win) but they were a bit more than that, weren't they. She could tell they were more like family than friends, and she wasn't quite ready for the 'meet the folks' stage of the relationship. She was so fond of Matt and adored their happy little bubble. Delilah had no qualms letting that stretch on before giving someone a reason to investigate whether or not she was worthy of him.

She turned her attention to her brother, who was doing his best (or not really at all) trying not to look pathetic sitting across from her. The only reason she wasn't mocking him was because she completely understood being injured and not being able to do what you wanted. That combined with not winning, well she was surprised he showed at all. At least his injury was at end of season and Charlie wasn't missing to many games.


"How are you feeling? How about I go get us some drinks and you can tell me all--" Delilah stopped mid-sentence, craning her neck to see if what she thought she saw over her twin's head, was what she really. Not that she would be jealous or anything, she did break it off with him after all. But it was weird though. Wasn't it strange that-- "Is that-- Is that Rich dancing with Victoria Cadwallader?" she asked voicing her thoughts aloud, not trusting her own eyes.

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[info]spinnets
2013-12-01 02:20 am UTC (link)
Charlie was about to announce that he was feeling like he'd been run over a hippogriff when Delilah was distracted. He was very used to his sister losing her train of thought, but when she spoke and said those names in the same sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Charlie turned around quickly, too quickly for his back, and winced not only in pain but in surprise. There was no way that Rich was the father of Victoria's baby, right?

Right?

"Bloody hell," Charlie said, turning back and feeling as if his joints were creaking. He could see it in Delilah's eyes that she was putting it all together, and the last thing she needed (he needed, really) was to have a mental breakdown. Would this cause one? Realizing that your last ex-boyfriend impregnanted the sister of the ex-boyfriend you cheated on, and has since died?

Yep, Charlie could see that meltdown coming from a mile away.

He stood, blocking Delilah's view, "I love this song! How about we dance?"

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[info]takeyoudown
2013-12-01 03:07 am UTC (link)
Delilah blinked ignoring Charlie as she stared at the couple on the dance floor. "You'll hurt your back more if you dance." She said not bothering to look at him. There was something about this. Something more than just Rich finding someone else to pour his affections over, which was fine, but did it have to be Victoria Cadwallader?. Wasn't that a bit tactless? It wasn't like he didn't know. She watched them spin around the room and Rich whisper something in her ear trying to figure out why the whole thing made her skin crawl.

"Oh." The single syllable feel from her lips as it clicked. It was written right above the bit about Matthew and her in the last Snitch! magazine. As much as she stared at that picture, of course she read the bit about it being confirmed that Victoria was indeed pregnant. And with the way Rich was looking at her right now, well Delilah might be a bit dim, but even this was obvious. "Oh."

She sunk back in her chair unable to tear her eyes from the couple. Rich use to look at her like that. Well, until she basically said thanks but no thanks, I'm fine on my own and ignored him for months on end. She should be happy for him, that he had found someone else and wasn't still hung up on her, but this, nine months later and already expecting to be the father of a child. To the sister of --- "I am happy with Matthew." Delilah said suddenly pulling her gaze from the couple and looking directly to Charlie. "Matthew. I l-- I am ridiculously fond of Matthew and I am not jealous. But this is weird right?"

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[info]spinnets
2013-12-10 01:07 am UTC (link)
Charlie remained standing, frowning down at Delilah. He knew she'd been the one to break things off with House, which Charlie had been grateful for because the guy was a bloody boring pill, but it hadn't simply been because she wasn't happy with him. She'd gone through a lot, like the other boring bloke she'd dated, Scott, had died. All while she'd been stuck in Istanbul with bloody Nora. It was a rough time and Delilah had probably done the mature thing, so...

"It's weird," Charlie agreed, sitting back down with a wince and turning to look at the dancing pair. He hoped that this sight wasn't making Delilah question things with Summerby, because you didn't exactly have to reiterate the fact that you liked your boyfriend if you didn't have doubts.

"House was boring, Delly," Charlie said, rubbing his neck. "And Cadwallader's a flake. Don't think twice about them."

He sighed. It was always difficult to talk seriously with Delilah, but the stunned expression on his twin's face gave Charlie the urgent need to snap her out of it.

"You've got something good with Summerby," he said. Hell, Charlie was almost jealous; those flighty, honeymoon-phase days were things of the past.

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[info]takeyoudown
2013-12-12 01:58 am UTC (link)
Her sights drifted back to the dancing couple as her twin agreed that it was weird, going on yet again how Rich was boring. He had said the same thing about Scott too. Charlie always thought her boyfriends were boring, or dull, or gits. It was only a matter of time until he decided to let her know just what he thought of Matt.

She was so busy frowning at her thoughts that she almost missed what he had said altogether. Her eyes snapped back to her brother Rich and Victoria completely forgotten. He had just, with no bitter or sarcastic tone at all, said she had a good thing? Delilah couldn't remember the last time Charlie said something nice about someone she was dating without some sort of fight or prompting.

"Yea," she agreed unable to help the small smile from forming as she now took the time to find her date in the crowd. Her kind sweet date that Charlie had set her up with. Never would she have thought that she'd end up with a Hufflepuff quidditch player her twin had picked out for her. "You are right. When did you become the smart one Charlie?"

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Saoirse!
[info]superbad
2013-11-30 03:08 am UTC (link)
There was one thing about having a single sister who knew her way around the quidditch crowd, and it was the fact that it got Louis invited to these snazzy events. Therese was being very adamant about going to the party tonight and had forced him along. Though, it wasn't truly forcing when Louis enjoyed mingling with this crowd, and he disappeared from his sister's side almost immediately.

The Arrows were not one of his favorite teams, but he did have a reason to support them tonight. Saoirse Mullet had won her first league cup and that was quite a feat. He attempted to find her early on, but with the press and the crowds it took a while. Louis preoccupied himself with the food and drinks, maybe the drinks too much, and waited until the party simmered down.

After nearly colliding into Lynch, who was in too much of a non-sober state for Louis to even think about dealing with, he made his way toward where he'd spotted Saoirse last. Thankfully, she was not surrounded by a crowd, or at least not by anyone Louis could find too intimidating to shoo away.

"And when exactly shall you be placing your trophy on Slughorn's mantle?" Louis said with a grin, raising his glass to toast the young star. "Congratulations."

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[info]mullets
2013-12-01 03:11 am UTC (link)
With Holly's persistent encouragement, Saoirse found herself taking one-too-many sips out of a charmed cup, and didn't quite realize it was self-refilling until a bit too late-- settling herself in a state somewhere between her blood feeling beamingly warm and attempting to convince Howell that the lights hanging atop the tent must be dancing fairies for how beautifully they twinkled. He had not agreed so whole-heartedly, and unbeknownst to her while she wondered aloud if they were being paid by the hour, managed with surprising subtly and swiftness to replace in her beverage hand something that tasted much more like pumpkin juice than sparkling bubbles.

It really was no matter though, and not just because it was impossible for her to say anything to Howell aside from repeatedly telling him how beautiful he looked tonight. Her boyfriend's stunning looks, nor his drink-stealing hands, could deter her from forgetting that this night would forever and always be about how she had finally won a league championship. They! They had won a league title--- the Appleby Arrows! And Saoirse couldn't feel more instilled, more justified, and more proud of all the hardships that had gone into the past year to produce it. So people could talk to her all they liked, happily would she wear the fancy dress Penelope picked out for her, and unbothered was she to occasionally part from Howell's side as the night demanded for it because in this moment, everything felt very worth it and easily accomplished.

So when Louis Bonaccord approached her, not only did her eyes widen in welcome, but Saoirse waved him closer. She had a secret to share with him, one that he of all people would find most amusing. Leaning forward in her seat, elbow resting on the table underneath her, she whispered, "I'm going to transfigure a replica for him and keep the real one."

Her lips produced a genuine smile, and to hide its mischievousness, Saoirse quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Leaning back into the support of her chair, she glanced up back at the lights before adding dreamily, "It shall take up most of the room your sacred monk necklace has been hogging."

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[info]superbad
2013-12-10 12:56 am UTC (link)
Louis' eyes widened in great amusement, and actual astonishment. His voice lowered to a whisper to match Saoirse's, "Slughorn will pee his pants.."

He couldn't keep the serious expression on his face for long, and let out a laugh at the thought. Professor Slughorn was someone Louis did trust and thought highly of, but the man did not know how to contain his ridiculous excitements. Louis dropped down into the seat beside Saoirse and put a hand to his chest.

"My Buddhist prayer beads need all the space they can get," Louis said with a sagely nod, picking up the drink at his table setting even though it most certainly did not belong to him. He downed it quickly, as his instincts to be a proper gentleman were rapidly slipping out the flaps of the tent. "They're a gift from the...the...the head monk."

The official title escaped him at the moment, but Louis still managed a look of smugness. He nodded at Saoirse over the rim of his glass, his eyes crinkling with the smile he couldn't hide.

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[info]hark
2013-11-30 03:17 am UTC (link)
Perhaps this party was not the most appropriate of settings to be straddling a wizard in his seat, but Larkin found the celebratory mood in the air far too infectious to be ignored. Arms resting easy atop Nico's shoulders, she only had to bend her neck slightly to envelop his fully amenable lips into an agreeable (and did she mention incredibly stimulating?) kiss.

How could she have forgotten how entirely pleasurable blatantly open snogging was? Surely that had to be a right sign of how long it had been since she experienced a proper public snog. Larkin's lips curled wickedly at the thought, and she broke away from Nico's mouth with a trailing interest toward his neck. His heavy breath against her skin made her hairs stand on end, enough to need a stronger her grip on what hair of his she had running through her fingers.

But, always a curious one, Larkin couldn't help but let one eye pop open for a weary, and curious, glance around the parts of the pitch-turned-room she could see. From a distance it seemed that no one had cared enough to turn and stare at the couple sucking face in the relatively off-to-the-side area, but she knew better. There were a few select drunken lurkers in the vicinity.

"Is he gone?" she muttered vaguely, closing her eyes and pressing her face back to Nico. Briefly exposing her teeth, Larkin nipped at the skin under his jaw before sucking it slowly. When was the last time she had witnessed Nicodemo Penrose with an obviously exposed hickey? After being unable to immediately recall a time, Larkin quickly pushed herself closer to him and got to work.

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[info]thomases
2013-11-30 05:05 am UTC (link)
He jumped at Holly's touch. Thomas gaped at his chaser, wondering how he could possibly try to hide his anxiety, but---he looked back down at the letter in his hands. Tonight? It couldn't be happening tonight! Right now? Tonight was about his team, about the Arrows and their cup. It was too soon! Too early! How was he supposed to---he wasn't ready.

Thomas pressed his lips together, feeling ready to throw up. He couldn't just leave, could he? Though...they'd presented the trophy already, no one would miss him, he believed. Why was he even worrying? Obviously he had to go, but---his feet were rooted to the spot. He'd read about this, this crippling fear that most people went through when---

He couldn't breathe. Thomas ran a hand through his hair and attempted to speak, but his voice was lost. He'd never felt so completely thrown off course, and he'd been stabbed. Kidnapped! Kidnapped and stabbed. But now it felt like the past seven months had hit him like a collapsing tower, burying him under the rubble and unable to catch a breathe. Is this how he was going to feel for the rest of his life? Thomas didn't know if he could handle that. Maybe he should stay rooted to the spot.

But--he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. Thomas looked up at Holly and gulped. "Would you do me a favor?"

The woman smirked, crossing her arms, "Don't get all weird on me now, McCormack. What's wrong?"

"I need you to come somewhere with me," he said, folding up the letter and putting it in his pocket. "I need---someone."

"And your brain trust Broadmoor and Knightley can't help you?"

Thomas hesitated and then shook his head. "They don't---I just--"

Holly let out a breath, putting her hand on his arm. Whatever mess her captain was in, she wouldn't hesitate in being there to get him out of it. "You don't have to explain. You got me my first cup, I'll follow you just about anywhere."

"Thank you," he said, and with a quick glance around the pitch, gestured for Holly to follow him through the flaps of the tented area and out of the stadium.

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SETH
[info]conways
2013-11-30 05:11 am UTC (link)
What a fucking cauldron of codswallop this season had turned out to be. He hadn't even played half of it, and here he was supposedly celebrating Appleby's, the bloody Arrows' league win? His sister continued to refuse to move out from his house, he still was forced to attend Healing, and now, now---

Michal's head lolled on his own shoulders, eventually rolling into his hand propped up against his knees. Now the image of Larkin mounted upon Nicodemo Penrose was permanently burned into retinas. What was she even doing here? How many times had she proclaimed her extreme indifference toward quidditch, he would have ventured to guess three drinks ago. Now, Michal was utterly convinced it was purely to torture him, and decided the only way to erase that realization was through the consumption of firewhiskey.

Penrose, bloody fucking Penrose---

Merlin he hated that guy.

With a huff, Michal unsteadily picked his head up, blinking quickly at the reintroduction of bright light to his burned retinas. Or, well, what he thought would be bright light. A great mass had appeared before him, hovering just enough to create something of a shadow over his slumped seat. One guess who this was. His brow furrowed.

Michal rolled his eyes, and let out a disinterested (or was it disgruntled?) snort. "Cheers," he uttered mockingly, relatively raising his glass at Seth before slinging it back.

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[info]wadcock
2013-12-01 06:59 pm UTC (link)
So the Falcons didn't finish nearly as well as Seth would have liked but he found himself having a hard time actually being bitter about it. He could certainly be accused of being distracted the past few weeks, in fact he'd admit it himself. He was in fact happily distracted, tentatively exploring his rekindled relationship with Savannah. This time without the prying eyes of everyone.

The only downside to keeping this new development all to themselves was at times like these, where Seth had no excuse to show up with her to a Quidditch party, and could only hope that maybe she would manage an invitation through the WWN, but even then he could only spend so much time around her without raising suspicion.

Though now that he was at the party, he was glad he hadn't come with Savannah. With Larkin trying to eat Penrose's face off and Michal sulking in a corner watching, he had plenty to deal with as it was. He dropped the second drink in his hand on the table next to Michal and took a sip of his own.

"Is she worth this?" He asked taking the seat next to his best friend. "Because if you ask me, I'd say she's not and you are letting her win by sitting here staring at her like a kicked puppy."

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[info]conways
2013-12-01 08:44 pm UTC (link)
Michal grumbled something inaudible, finding that he needed more time to string together a proper response. Or, perhaps, he was simply only able to manage one function at a time. Swiping up the drink that Seth brought over was deemed much more important, so he didn't bother managing anything else until it was properly secured in his grasp.

"She always wins," he glowered, eventually rousing himself to look at Seth. "I could be---" Michal jabbed himself in the chest as he spoke. "I could be the bloody the--- pants of it all and she would--- she'd still---" He let out a flabbergasted noise, and gestured unreservedly toward their former classmates across the room.

"Look at him! What's so--- Seth." Michal stopped, his face dropping in dead seriousness. Seth wasn't using his eyes properly. "Look at him." His voice went up an octave, and face squished in almost innocent confusion. How could someone's hair look that good all the time?

"Look at his hair!" Michal wailed, like admitting the sorest defeat of the century. It was a defeat, wasn't it? The nail in the coffin of his dying hopes of--- of--- what was left in his drink Michal promptly downed. He needed more alcohol to drown out this awful feeling.

"I hate her," he muttered unconvincingly.

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[info]wadcock
2013-12-09 07:47 pm UTC (link)
Seth hummed as he looked over to Nicodemo. His hair wasn't that impressive and he was willing to bet that it wasn't even really a factor to why Larkin was crawling all over him. Seth was positive she was just trying to prove a point, making Michal miserable at the same time. If only Larkin played, then he would have a legitimate reason to hit a bludger at her. In fact, now that Seth thought about it, neither of them were in the league. How they managed to eve get into the party, and to do that just to what?

"Good, I hate her too." He said sipping his drink pulling his gaze from the disgusting display across the room. All he wanted to do was make an appearance, play the part of a good sport like Henry demanded and then slink off unnoticed to go meet up with Savannah. Now that looked like it wasn't going to happen as he couldn't very well leave his best friend unsupervised in this state. "You deserve better anyways. I could go through a list of reasons, but I doubt you'll remember them when you sober up."

Seth scanned the room, hoping that maybe Howell was around. It would be easier to sneak off later if Seth had someone else around to pass Michal off to, he'd feel guilty if he hadn't been here before. But after so many times listening him to him claim to hate Larkin while she was off kissing someone else, well, he had a date.

"Let's get you another drink." Seth suggested against his better judgement. There was no way he needed another drink, but getting Michal up from his sulky corner table had to be a move in the right direction. As the moved towards the bar, Seth noticed a certain brunette, leaning up against it. His mind moved quickly, and it was mean, potentially cruel, but well when one door shut another one always opened. Maybe this could be a second (forth?) chance for Michal.

Or maybe this was just Seth's way of escaping to go get laid.

He wasn't exactly sober enough to feel guilty and stay but he certainly wasn't drunk enough to stick around and drink until they couldn't remember their names. "Okay. Go order drinks. I'll be right back. Just going to hit the loo. Two minutes." Seth said directing Michal towards the bar, conveniently close to the witch who was already there.

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[info]alongday
2013-12-09 09:29 pm UTC (link)
She was here in support of the Arrows, more specifically, the few players on the team that had used her services. Therese had forced herself this past year to keep her life separate from the quidditch players that she helped and from the players that got her in trouble, but after a few insistent invitations she'd accepted. And now, she was wondering why she'd even hesitated! The atmosphere was wonderful, the Arrows were a great team to be celebrating, and there was an open bar!

An open bar fixed everything!

Of course, she was a lady and would not end up passed out under a table because of her drinking habits, but deciding on nursing only one rather potent drink that was equal to about four typical ones, well. She may have thought she was doing the smart thing, and would keep telling herself that. Therese turned to take in the sights and sounds of the evening, but was surprised at the quidditch player standing less than a foot away from her.

"Oh," Therese said, holding her drink close. Actually, she hadn't been this close to Michal in months, she hadn't even seen him in---Therese took a big gulp of her drink and then placed it back on the bar. This was probably just a coincidence, he hadn't meant to approach her, her hair was lighter than he'd last seen it and---She unconsciously patted it down, silently scolding herself for hoping he liked it. "Hello, would you--a drink? Getting a drink?"

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[info]conways
2013-12-26 07:37 pm UTC (link)
It took a few delayed seconds, but eventually Michal did realize someone was addressing him. And not just anyone, not Seth, no, but---

"Therese!" he let out, his own two feet slipping ever so slightly beneath each other. His free hand rested palm-down on the bar, using it for support to balance upright. Michal's face twisted briefly for a moment, displaying a hint of pain, before all extreme emotion washed away from his face and his eyes opened again. Had she come before him like dream? No, more like the guiltiest nightmare.

She looked beautiful.

Michal abandoned his sole desire for more alcohol, his brain only able to focus on what was currently in front of him. He had already forgotten Seth, already forgotten Larkin and her hair-god-- look at this mixed enigma before him. And suddenly, he had so much to say to her, so much to convey, with perhaps a bit of overdue longing that completely consumed him. Sadness appeared on his face again as shoulders dropped.

"Why aren't you with someone else?" he asked suddenly, honestly. He had hoped--- wished--- Michal approached Therese further, his hand reaching out to brush the side of her face. Her hair felt so soft in his fingers. "You deserve--- I--"

Michal's lips fumbled, finding it difficult to form the words he wanted to say to her. "You were one of the best and--- I fucked it up! I fuck everything up." His other hand had moved to cup the other side of Therese's face, and looking down at her sadly, Michal continued on. His drunken brain couldn't continue a line of thought to save his life, but to him, it all seemed perfectly linear.

Bending his neck to look at Therese through his blurred eyes, he asked her, very seriously, "Why haven't you slapped me?" He hadn't understood that-- he was awful wouldn't that be easy for her? "You should have."

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[info]alongday
2013-12-27 09:35 pm UTC (link)
It felt as if her heart had stopped. Her entire body had frozen at his touch, it all just seemed so...unreal. Therese had not come to this party hoping to see Michal like she had at past events. She had felt as if she had accepted the end of their relationship, finally. Accepted was the key word, however, because a person could accept their fate and not be happy about it. She pressed her lips together, eyes not leaving his.

She had waited to hear these words for so long. As someone who helped people get through rough patches, Therese knew that she had been missing that closure. He had just...he'd just left. No questions had been answered, nothing had been resolved. Her heart had been left broken and in pieces for such a long time, and she'd resisted and resisted (and failed, as she recalled that midnight meeting on his porch) to confront him. He wasn't worth it her friends had said, she shouldn't waste her time.

Her logical mind worked tirelessly on the many aspects of their breakup, the situation while her heart ached and raged. Therese understood Michal's running away from a professional standpoint so her heart battled her head over and over again. So what did she do to ignore the internal battle? She'd skipped the country to France, to the States. Teased an artist who wished her to be his muse and snogged a bloke who was literally perfect for her in every way except for the brutal fact that his fiancée had just died. Dyed her hair, wore short skirts to muggle bars, whisked her friend's children to toy stores and spent far too much money on them. What a random year it had been, and Michal taking hold of her face right now seemed to strangely fit into place.

Therese smiled sadly. He seemed so honest with his words as alcohol tended provide an easier filter for the mind's thoughts to get past. She had answers to all his questions but her voice caught in her throat. He was the answer to all of them, did he really not know that?

"Michal..." she said softly, eyes breaking away from his as she searched the party for one of his friends. He wasn't in a state to be left alone. Therese looked back up at him, hand reaching to touch his, the one he had placed against her cheek. She'd desperately missed his touch and involuntarily leaned into his grasp. "You're very drunk."

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[info]howl
2013-12-28 08:33 pm UTC (link)
Howell had been having as good a time as one could have when celebrating the victory of another team, especially when one's girlfriend played for said team, which was surprisingly a nice time indeed. Saoirse, tipsy as tipsy could be with not simply champagne but the heady feeling of a league victory, flitted to and from his side through the night, but he didn't mind. She was so rarely this carefree and open, and other than ensuring she didn't accidentally drink herself to sickness, Howell had no wish to dampen her spirits and was content to be a wallflower.

Late in the evening, when she came back to him, seemingly for good, she seemed to wrap herself right around him without a care. Hands crept in rather illicit places, and there was definitely some pinching—although not of his doing. His one drink had relaxed him enough to tease her right back, and it seemed they might, in fact, duck out of the party. He relaxed against the wall as Saoirse whispered in his ear, his eyes reduced to slits. They wandered aimlessly over the crowd, until, through the haze, he spotted drunk Michal. Very close to him was, if he was not mistaken, his ex-girlfriend Therese.

His body stiffened. Howell regretted what was about to come out of his mouth before he even knew he was going to say it. He tried, as hard as he could, to choke them back, but his unfortunate loyalty knew no bounds.

"I have to go," he said heavily, his hand wrapping around Saoirse's waist, not to bring her closer but to push her further away. Saoirse's eyes widened and before she could do more than make a noise that was both disbelieving and angry, he put his hands up pleadingly. "I'm sorry," he said hastily, kissing her temple before straightening and backing away, "I'm sorry, I just have to—I'll—I'll be back."

He purposefully neglected to mention with someone else in tow.

It seemed as if he'd made it just in time, as the two people's heads inclined towards one another, and—hands were touching, laid on her cheek in a seemingly intimate gesture. Howell furiously wondered where Seth had gone, and vowed to himself to ream out his teammate when he had a chance..

He made a lot of noise as he approached them, flagging Michal down. "Oh—there now—there you are." Howell not so gently yanked Michal's free arm while subtly nudging the back of Michal's knee with his own foot so his sozzled Keeper began to crumple. "I've been looking for you," he said admonishingly, sliding a supporting arm around Michal's waist. Just as he was about to turn away, Howell's attention went to the witch from whom he'd not quite forcefully pried Michal from.

"Sorry," he figured he should say. His glance fell on Michal, and then he squared his shoulders. "If he bothered you. He's used that speech on three girls already. I thought my girlfriend was about to snap his fingers off." Howell paused and readjusted his listless friend. "I'll take him off your hands."

He then towed Michal, currently nuzzled into his neck, off in the direction from which he had come, eyes glued to the floor so he could pretend all the while not to notice the increasingly burning stare of his infuriated girlfriend.

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[info]conways
2014-01-23 06:02 pm UTC (link)
Had Therese been Howell this whole time? With the amount of swiftness their faces morphed from one to the other, Michal felt inclined to believe so. Which, was strange, for he had never thought that Howell resembled his ex-girlfriend before, but he supposed it wouldn't be the first time he'd found himself fondling the side of Howell's face with care.

"Howell," Michal hissed, once his bearings were caught (had no one else felt that shift in gravity? The floor had moved). His own feet slipped beneath him.

"Has anyone ever---" His lips pressed together in an amused manner, now finding his own thoughts deeply amusing. Head knocking about, on a whim it fell to rest on the younger wizard's shoulder. Nose pressed to Howell's robes, Michal immediately wondered why his friend's neck smelled like perfume.

"You look just like Therese," Michal mumbled, a hint of regret in his tone. His brow furrowed, and moving enough, his chin popped out so that his blurry eyes could gaze over Howell's shoulder. "I thought you were her, I thought---"

His dejected tone immediately died, and all at once, Michal's flopping hands seized whatever body part of Howell they could grip. His body straightened, and like a beast being beckoned by its beacon, Michal immediately began to trudge forward with Howell in tow, despite said direction being the very way Howell had been walking.

"SAOIRSE MULLET!" Michal screeched, after having spotted her absolutely refusing to let her out of sight. He had Howell here, and she was there, he could force them to sit down together (with him) and then--- Michal turned to smile brilliantly at Howell. Saoirse Mullet was here.

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Veronica
[info]justbeatit
2013-12-01 02:10 am UTC (link)
Richard was not going to lie -- he was a little bit glad to finally be able to rid himself of his Playoff Hair. It wasn't that it was a bad look for him, but brushing the stuff out -- he felt a little bit like a woman. As far as he was concerned, a season where he hadn't even broken any bones was a season more or less wasted, but -- well, he'd promised Veronica he'd be a tad more careful after they'd both come so close to literally biting the dust with that damned virus.

He hadn't liked the idea of it, but he also didn't like the idea of losing the woman he'd become very close to. He rested his hand on Veronica's shoulder as he came up next to her, offering her a glass of wine.

"Come on, have a drink. At least if you end up on the floor, I can carry you home and feel like a hero." Instead of a loser, you know.

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[info]veronicas
2013-12-01 03:02 am UTC (link)
Veronica had begun to worry that if Rich kept allowing his hair to grow, it would eventually become even longer than hers. She hadn't minded the scruffy mountain man look, but it was nice to be able to rake her fingers through his hair without worry of getting snagged on a knot. There had been a few instances where he had fallen asleep on her lap and she had taken to braiding his hair out of boredom, always telling him he was so pretty whenever he woke up. He never even got mad, which just made her grin even wider when he didn't realize what had happened until he went to look in the mirror.

She couldn't have been happier in the relationship she had with one of her best friends. Every day she woke up next to him, she asked herself why she had never thought she had a chance, or that he could never possible want anything more than a platonic relationship with her, since that was what they had for so long. The thought of losing him terrified her, and since they had both gotten the Valesco virus, she was much more concerned about his well being. She just didn't want to be overbearing or neurotic, so she didn't let on to how worried she actually got, even when he had something as minor as a cold.

Feeling his hand on her shoulder, she turned around to acknowledge his presence, snickering as she took the glass of wine from him. "Well, I know how much you love to feel heroic, so how can I refuse?" She gave him a grin, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss, quickly lifting her hand to wipe her lipstick from the bottom of his lower lip. She was glad he was so tall, since she could wear heels and not feel like a giant. He was only about an inch taller than she was, in her current footwear. Taking a sip of her wine, she looked around.

"This is quite the turn out." She looked over at him again. "I'm sure it would have been even more spectacular had the Wasps won the cup." She smiled at him again, trying to be supportive as she looped her arm through his, glad that he hadn't been too sour about how his team had placed at the end of the season.

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[info]justbeatit
2013-12-01 03:08 am UTC (link)
He couldn't help the slight face he made when Veronica mentioned the cup and the Wasps. He knew it wasn't fooling anyone that moving to the team hadn't exactly been a step up as much as a step -- well, to be generous, more or less to the side -- but he was happier on the team. It was a little less pressure and a little more freedom to be a loose cannon, both things that he appreciated.

Besides, spending more time with Veronica and less time with Sumpter breathing down his neck wasn't anything to sneeze at either. He chuckled, placing his free hand on her waist to guide them toward a nearby seat. "I don't know about the turn-out, other than Bagman's angry ex-girlfriends. Still, it might've been a little more exciting." The crowd was lively, certainly, but he'd always preferred the rough-and-tumble bar crowd. Even after years of playing the field, he still felt a bit out of shape in his suit.

"I think you're just excited to get home and grab the scissors so you can hack my mop off," he mused, taking her hand in his and turning it over. He was much more comfortable with her than anyone else here, and it showed. He wasn't reclusive, just -- well, he wanted to be comfortable right now. Comforted, even, and that was something only Veronica could really do.

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[info]veronicas
2013-12-01 03:45 am UTC (link)
"We could have placed bets on which of the aforementioned angry ex-girlfriends would win in a cat fight." She knew losing to the Arrows had been disappointing, but that didn't change the fact that he had played extremely well throughout the entire season. She was extremely proud of him, though she knew nothing she could say would really make up for losing the cup. She didn't have anything that could be considered an equivalent goal to reach in her career, but she had been friends with Rich and Griff long enough to know how much hard work they put in every year.

Lowering herself down into her seat, she took another sip of her wine before placing it down on the table, giving him her full attention as he spoke. Her lips curled upwards at his prediction, her free hand reaching out to take some of his golden strands between her fingertips, playing with the ends. "I'm actually going to miss it a little bit," she admitted. "It suits you. What I'm not going to miss is the way you shed during the winter," she teased with another grin, lowering her hand to absentmindedly adjust his tie. "I'm convinced you're part dog. If anyone should ever want to make a polyjuice potion and wear your face - and such a very nice face it is - they would have to look no further than our living room to get what they would need."

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[info]justbeatit
2013-12-02 12:57 am UTC (link)
"Hey, we should just both be grateful we'll never have to worry about me going bald," he mused with a shake of his head. "Good genes are supposed to run in families, right? So if we ever have kids, they'll be blessed with a real mess of hair to begin with. Come out of St. Mungo's with barettes in their hair and everything."

...had he just casually mentioned children? It was something he'd been thinking about more and more lately, admittedly, with how careful he'd become over the last season of Quidditch. If he was going to keep himself from breaking bones, he might as well have a good reason for it. He tilted his head into her touch and smirked. "At least I don't smell like dog -- except maybe after practice." It was true that he sweated up a storm, and came home often rather -- damp, if he was in a hurry to see Veronica.

"If you're all that fond of it, though, I'm sure I could keep it a little longer. Or maybe just a grow an impressive beard."

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[info]veronicas
2013-12-02 11:34 pm UTC (link)
The thought of him going bald made her nose scrunch a little, not able to imagine him without any hair after knowing him to have so damn much of it for as long as she had known him. The thought of him having a receding hairline didn't last very long, getting sidetracked by the mention of children. The subject had never been brought up in conversation before, let alone so casually. It caught her by surprise, seeing how she had always wondered whether or not he wanted to have kids. Not that she spent all her time dwelling on it, but she was already a few years into her thirties and had been in a serious relationship with the same man for quite some time. Marriage and kids were bound to cross her mind now and again. She wasn't in any rush, but she would be lying if she didn't get a little anxious about the thought of being a spinster.

"You think we'd have girls?" She questioned through a smile with a lift of her brow, the mention of barrettes making her wonder if maybe that was what he wanted. She wasn't going to dwell on the subject for too long, but it was definitely one she wanted to revisit in the near future. This was probably not the best time or place to be having such a talk.

"Ooh, how tempting." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, smirking. "While I'm a fan of the hobo-chic look, I can't braid a beard...but it wouldn't stop me from trying." Her eyes twinkled with child-like mischief before she reached out to grab her glass of wine, taking a sip.

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[info]justbeatit
2013-12-08 11:24 pm UTC (link)
"Girls? Probably, knowing my luck." He wasn't all that thrilled by the idea, if only because girls seemed a little more delicate and he wasn't sure what he'd do if he accidentally dropped one or something like that -- and the thought of having to deal with snot-nosed teenage boys when the girls came of age made his skin crawl. He flexed his fingers as she spoke about braiding his beard, raising his eyebrow.

"Now you're just tempting me to grow it out. That's a slippery slope you've started me on, Miss Veronica Zeller. I'm going to bring it into popularity through Quidditch and all the wives of the world will have to blame you for having to learn how to braid beards."

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[info]veronicas
2013-12-09 10:28 pm UTC (link)
The thought of Rich having a daughter was definitely entertaining, snickering as she imagined what it might be like. She liked to think that she was pretty well behaved in her youth, usually keeping to herself, more content reading a book in the Ravenclaw tower than going out to try and get some boys attention. Bess, on the other hand, was the one that gave their parents anxiety during her teenage years.

"Well you know how much I love being a trend setter," she said with another light laugh. "Maybe I'll make an instructional picture book. It'll fly off the shelves. I could do autograph signings and everything. Oh, maybe I'd even meet Gilderoy Lockhart, that dream boat."

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[info]justbeatit
2013-12-14 11:05 pm UTC (link)
He smiled, waving a hand to the side. "You know, I don't see how this could possibly backfire. You become a famous author and we'll have all the money in the world to spoil a whole football team's worth of children with."

Right, because the idea of having a herd of kids was something he'd seriously considered. Children at all, certainly, but he hadn't wanted to force Veronica into anything she wasn't ready for. They'd been friends for so long that he was still worried about mucking things up one way or another, eventually.

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MILES
[info]jasper
2013-12-01 08:00 pm UTC (link)
For someone that could really care less about quidditch, Mira found herself in attendance of a lot of quidditch-related social events. Her line of work was entirely to blame course, or, specifically, Octavius Pepper was to blame, because every time he had to attend something of the like on the WWN's behalf, he insisted on dragging her along to help him with whatever it was he had to do.

The fact that she was his professional (and sometimes life) assistant was irrelevant. Would it kill him to allow her one night of not being forced to stare at perfectly chiseled bodies yammer on about--- wait.

Mira blinked, finding that she had caught herself in her own rant. Perhaps that was one of the better side effects and couldn't exactly be used in her quest to slowly, yet surely, getting 'aide the WWN in off-sight events' removed from her employment contract. A witch could dream.

At the very least, she was free now to do as she pleased for the rest of the night. Usually that meant slinking off to find the current wizard of her affections, but with her and Orion Sinistra's cooled off relationship most definitely over, Mira found herself with no one exactly to slink off with.

She did not like this feeling. Surely there must be someone at this party that--

A too entirely pleased smile formed on her lips, and it was with a low-lidded stare that she shifted to face the wizard standing idly beside her in a way that implied he would wait hours for her to notice him first. Elbow resting on the bar, she eased to rest her jaw against her curled palm, and blinked innocently.

"Hello, Miles," Mira purred.

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[info]mileshigh
2013-12-02 12:13 am UTC (link)
Ahh, there she was. "Hello, ma belle amie."

Miles tilted his head toward Mira, not bothering to hide his amusement. This Arrows Affair was not as miserable of an evening as he had been expecting it to be, but it may only be because the Pride's management had avoided his gaze in a humiliating fashion all night. Who would have thought that trading away your former captain, fan favorite, and head beater could turn a season around in such a dismal manner? To only place higher than the Cannons meant that you may as well have been ranked thirteenth, and the Pride knew that very well.

It pleased him that they did.

He did however feel for his teammates, and secretly wished for them all to come to the Magpies and recreate their glory days. But those thoughts for when the pre-season was in sight, and the only thing Miles had any intention of keeping his eye on was one Mira Jasper. No matter their time apart (or the people in between them), they seemed to always come full circle and back around. Miles made a show of looking over her shoulder and out to the dance floor.

"Who is it that I shall steal you from tonight?" he asked, only partially teasing.

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[info]jasper
2013-12-07 05:08 am UTC (link)
Her lips pressed together. Yes, Mira would admit there had been many a night that her interests strayed from her designated date to Miles Lufkin. That was how they worked; they floated in and out of each others spheres as opportunities arose, and tonight, it was like any other night.

Wasn't that a twist of fortune? As she turned to face Miles further, her thoughts momentarily trailed to how she must tell Octavius of this development come Monday morning at work, for surely he of all people would want to know she had him to thank for her night with Miles Lufkin after his and his teammates' visit in Morocco. Yes, she thought sweetly, as she reached to straighten the collar of Miles' dress robes, that would be appropriate revenge for making her come here tonight, reminding him of their horrid extended vacation.

Miles' robes hadn't really needed adjusting, but she wanted an excuse to him to experience her touch. Upon finishing, Mira gripped his front and used what little part of his chest she could to balance on the balls of her feet. She leaned in to breathe on his neck.

"I am here alone," Mira whispered into Miles' ear, like it the most important of secrets for him to come across all night. Well, it was if she didn't say so herself. She took her time to release her grasp on him, her hands falling eventually to either her side or the glass she had placed on the table beside her.

"Are you?" She sipped her drink innocently, looking at him over its rim.

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[info]mileshigh
2013-12-10 12:30 am UTC (link)
"Excellent."

While Miles did honestly enjoy the chase and the thrill of stealing a woman away from her date, boyfriend, husband, what have you, not having those sorts of obstacles made for a stress free evening. Especially when it came to Mira Jasper, whose every inch and move Miles had memorized years ago. Her coming to this party solo meant that they could either enjoy atmosphere and take in the free refreshments, or make their way to the fun and inevitable part of the evening.

With the look she was giving him, Miles was certain that their after-party was going to start sooner than later.

"I am very much alone this evening, yes," he said, leaning back on the bar, smile wide. His eyes scanned the party, wondering what the best escape route would be, when he spotted the stands of Arrows pitch through a break in the tent.

"Has anyone given you the grand tour of the stadium?" Miles asked, putting his arm out for Mira. "Appleby is one of my favorites."

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[info]jasper
2013-12-19 06:49 pm UTC (link)
There wouldn't be much of a grand tour if she had anything to say about it. But, nonetheless, Mira slinked her arm around Miles' extended one without a hitch.

"Is it?" she asked idly, cascading her hair over her shoulder as she spoke. It was a true testament of her desire for Miles, as even her deep dislike toward anything quidditch was being shoved to the wayside in favor of how she wanted this night to end. If it must start with a disinterested excuse, then that was a small price to pay.

To be honest, Mira had little idea what team Miles played for now. Players were always switching sides, going here and there. She at least knew this, Appleby, was not his team, having just indirectly met the winning players not an hour ago. Plus, he would be much more demanding and bragging if he was him with the new cup, yes?

That didn't matter.

"They all look the same to me," she stated, feigning a sigh. Though she supposed that wasn't truly fair, for even Mira couldn't deny her purring pleasure at Miles leading her away from the hustle and noise of the party.

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JEREMIAH!
[info]obtineo
2013-12-01 08:33 pm UTC (link)
Billie couldn’t remember the last time she had been this happy. She knew she wanted to be a Quidditch player since the first time she had mounted a broom, and had been working towards this day – this very moment - for as long as she could remember. Her time spent in France had only helped her prepare for the British League, knowing the competition to be much fiercer back in her home country than overseas, though that level of competitiveness also came with additional pressure to succeed. Playing for the Magpies hadn’t panned out as well as she hoped it would, but her move to the Arrows proved to be a great success.

They had just won the League Cup – a symbol that proved that during the 1984 season, they were the best of the best. The idea was bewildering, but for the first time since the beginning of her career, she wasn’t minding the media attention she was getting. They were calling her a champion - well, they were donning out the title to the entire team, but they had all earned it through blood, sweat and tears.

Sipping at her drink, she finished off the last of what was left in her glass before heading back to the bar. On her way to get a refill, she spotted the Quidditch player she had been speaking to through journals just after finishing the game that won them the cup. She stepped up next to him, her body angled towards him as she rested her elbow on the bar top.

“Did you come to celebrate, or are you just here for the open bar?” She teased with a small smile. She was a little buzzed, and while it helped that she was in an extremely good mood, she always found it much easier to approach people after ingesting a bit of liquid courage. Billie was never

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[info]jeremiahs
2013-12-08 10:01 pm UTC (link)
When the season started out, Jeremiah was under the impression that it was going to be the best season he had ever played. Coming off the exhilarating win of the Eurocup followed by his epic world tour with Miles, how could the season be anything but amazing?

Lulled into a sense of security of a decent start to the season had him blindsided with the sudden Management change and the banishment of Miles to the Magpies. That was the only word Jeremiah could think to use for it, because that was not a trade. It made no sense to send off one of the best players on the team for reasons that apparently no one was allowed to know. Jeremiah knew this because he was shut down before he had even finished the question.

But didn't Miles get the last laugh. With the Magpies finishing happily in the middle of the pack and the Pride beating out the Cannons. They might as well be last place. No one finished worse than the Cannons. Well Except for the Wanderers last season, and Kendall managed to turn that around and even they finished better than the Pride. How was this even his season right now?

He finished his drink as he raised a brow at the Arrow who just approached him. Obviously he was here for the open bar. Clearly he had no intentions of celebrating his very dismal performance, but the very least he could do is manage to be polite. She was very pretty after all and Miles would never forgive him if he passed up an opportunity just because he was bitter. OR he would completely understand, Jeremiah was never really sure with the Frenchman.

"The open bar helps, that is for sure. Congratulations on your win."

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[info]obtineo
2013-12-09 10:03 pm UTC (link)
His answer made her snort, though hearing the word 'congratulations' didn't seem to get old, her smile widening into a grin. She wasn't trying to gloat, but she couldn't hide the fact that she felt good - she wasn't just handed the cup, she knew her team had earned it, and being such a competitive person, she couldn't deny her love for winning.

"Thanks," she said, attempting to be modest so he didn't feel like she was rubbing it in his face. If she were in his position, she probably wouldn't have come out to celebrate another team's victory, though he was right; the open bar certainly did help. Knowing herself, she would likely be hold away in some bar on the other side of town, dwelling on all the things she had done wrong throughout the season. She had gotten a lot better about beating herself up over every little thing though, especially since she had started her sessions with Healer Diggle. He had definitely helped her work through a lot of her issues, even though she had been skeptical about the whole thing.

"Well, since you're here, I think you should have a drink with me." She smiled again. "Or you could sit here by yourself the whole night. Your choice." She said with a casual shrug. Seeing how this was a celebration for the Arrows, there were other people who would take her up on the offer, but Billie was selective about who she socialized with. She didn't really know Jeremiah very well, but she had a feeling he wouldn't be terrible company. She had been trying to put herself out there more often, but it just didn't come naturally to her. Tonight, however, she was feeling rather bold.

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[info]feminist
2013-12-01 11:05 pm UTC (link)
Drea was buzzing with energy. For better or worse, Tony (and herself by association) had made the decision to go public with their relationship. It felt like a huge weight was off her shoulders, and she was practically walking on clouds as she pranced around the Arrows stadium, reveling in the win and being a champion and, of course, being named the top seeker of 1984.

She bounded over to Tony once she finally spotted him in the crowd, grinning from ear to ear. "Welcome to the best stadium, and the best party we've attended yet!" she said, punctuating her greeting with a short kiss on the cheek. She didn't want to push the PDA, not sure how comfortable he was with it as it had not come up as a possibility until now.

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[info]antonins
2013-12-09 01:21 am UTC (link)
A kiss on the cheek? Pah! He was not risking his career simply for a kiss on the cheek! Tony grinned wildly before he wrapped his arms around Drea, twirled her around and kissed her as he dipped her to the floor. Oh, the flashes of the cameras would've been blinding if his eyes weren't shut. Merlin, he'd been waiting a long time to do that; dancing in their living rooms and stealing kisses was certainly not the same.

Tony pulled Drea back upright and tipped his imaginary cap at the photographers.

"That was the best kiss from the best seeker in the league! Awesome!"

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[info]feminist
2013-12-16 01:19 am UTC (link)
Drea laughed. "The best kiss the best seeker has ever got from the best dance instructor this side of the pond." The dancing and kissing in the privacy of their homes may not have been the same, or as thrilling, but Drea wouldn't trade them in. She cherished those memories.

"Speaking of, c'mon and lets get you on the dance floor, yeah? Only way to properly celebrate."

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Greta!
[info]auroared
2013-12-02 02:48 am UTC (link)
If his brother was going to force him into quidditch functions, then he was going to use it to his full advantage. Jake insisted he be given an extra ticket, and without much flourish had mailed it to Greta Catchlove, writing in the letter that he think she would like dressing up and that he would be her date if she wished.

The evening was of perfect timing, too. He and Ollie set out on their expedition tomorrow night and Jake found that his only qualm about leaving the country with his friend was not being able to see Greta. His healer told him that he may want to relate these feelings to her, seeing as a one-sided infatuation never went anywhere good. Jake didn't particularly think it was a problem, and had no idea how to 'make a move,' as his healer had put it.

Jake doubted Healer Diggle had ever 'made a move.'

He stood at the entrance of the pitch, hands clasped behind his back as he waited for Greta. He should have picked her up. Why didn't he pick her up? Greta was a more than capable woman, but all the stories he listened to had the blokes waiting outside the door of the flat, nervous. Was he nervous? Could he be nervous, if it had not been specified if this was a date or not? He should have specified.

Jake frowned, wondering if all of his questions meant he was nervous. He turned away from the pitch and there she was. He smiled and it reached his eyes.

"You're beautiful," he stated as fact. "We'll have a good evening."

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