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| Billie Baker | Dec 11 2014, 05:48:58 PM Post #61 | ||
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The match was set 2 - 1 in favour of England. Billie was pretty impartial either way. The binoculars she had were being put to good use, and every so often she'd stuff a handful of popcorn into her mouth. The stands were absolutely packed with people and the energy was pretty geared up. When Charlie offered her a handful of petals, she turned the binoculars his way and stared at the pores of his nose. "Pretty boy like you could use some flowers in his hair." The binoculars were lowered as Cait accepted some of the petals. "Hey, tilt your head back, would you? I want to see up your nose." Billie supposed she was better off on this side of the stadium, than the other one. There was a divide between the two countries. Was it on purpose? The Elliots were probably somewhere across the way, rooting for the Americans. Vi had yet to spot any of them, though, or the worse she was actually trying to find. The young Gryffindor wasn't the sort to stand up and cheer something on, but she found herself getting distracted by the game nevertheless. The raucous cheering had become little more than background noise. It would be difficult to hold a conversation with everyone yelling so loudly. Would they do that the entire time? It sounded exhausting. "Hey! Check this out, I've got the American captain nearly falling off her broom caught on repeat." Everything was going so fast, England had already scored again while Billie was goofing around with her binoculars. It was actually disorienting to try to watch the match in real time, and Vi blinked dazedly out at the pitch as she held the binoculars out for someone to take - if they wanted to. |
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| Richard Gaunt | Dec 12 2014, 01:28:59 PM Post #62 | ||
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Charlotte Yaxley’s words stung like a forceful slap to the face - the half that pulsed with life. Richard hadn’t expected anything less than verbal abuse from a woman who regarded herself so highly. There wasn’t a doubt that Richard thought nothing of her other than she was a prude bitch, but he would never tell it to her face. Instead, he would have to listen to her orders and bit his tongue until the copper bled into his mouth. He didn’t expect Carmen to jump to his defense either. Richard nodded humbly to Carmen’s trailing sentence, an eye following Mrs. Yaxley’s back as she worked her way toward the main bar where Oliver and Theodore happened to be. Richard felt unease stir in his stomach, a storm of dread and desperation. He hoped Theodore could forgive him for his easy mistake. England tied the score time was running out. He exhaled loudly and wished he had a time turner to take him back. |
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| Oliver Rowle | Dec 12 2014, 01:39:56 PM Post #63 | ||
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”Oh hey Imogen, nice to see your face here,” Oliver said with an overly friendly tone that verged on sarcasm. It wasn’t that he was unpleased with her presence, it was that he was still a bit ruffled from Theodore’s violent outburst. As much as Oliver loved Theodore like a brother, the kid had serious issues to work through. Oliver meant everything in good nature but Theodore had difficulty distinguishing between a joke and a serious statement. He took everything too personally, and in business a flaw like that could spell out trouble. ”Where’s your manners, Teddy? Tell the lady ‘hello’.” ”Hello Imogen,” grumbled Theodore, eyes flicking to Andromeda Black’s back. ”Sorry about my friend. He’s a little worked up about the match. Can’t decide who he wants to root for.” Oliver’s plump lips turned into a smile, eyes hardened into steel. The players roared by on their brooms, quaffles flying wildly over their heads as the crowd melded into a thunderous chant of ”We Will Rock You”. ”Do you want something to drink, Imogen? Wine? Champagne? Isabella wouldn’t mind. You’re among family here.” Charlotte asked. ”Hey uh, Imogen, isn’t that your friend over there?” Oliver asked as he motioned to Carmen, a sly grin on his face. He glanced mischievously at Theodore. ”You probably don’t feel at home with us boys over here. Why don’t we make you more comfortable? Hey Richard! Bring Carmen over here, huh?” Shots fired. |
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| Precious Lestrange | Dec 12 2014, 01:50:00 PM Post #64 | ||
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”That’s all that matters then, hmm? As long as you get paid.” Orion’s eyes glinted with mystery, a smirk on her lips as she glanced the man over in one quick sweep. He was handsome in a strange way. Not the sort to bring around proudly, but a claim on him would be a victory in itself. Precious blinked the thought away. Infidelity would equal death. As long as Jax kept his promise, she would keep hers too. ”I’m Pr -- Orion. Orion Lestrange,” she introduced herself with a false smile. It was easy to make mistakes when she wasn’t entirely in Orion’s mindset. Orion was sly, a fox that weaved in-between back-door deals with a passion in her eyes. Orion was a pureblood, but willing to make an exception to half-bloods depending on what they had to offer. She sipped idly from her drink. ”I came here with my cousin, Jackson.” Her husband turned cousin. Now it was an actual pureblood marriage. ”You know, tall intimidating guy with the dragon on his neck. Married to Undesirable Number One?” A storm of pride swelled within her chest. Precious Lestrange loved to talk about herself, even more so as someone else. ”Pity his wife isn’t around. That would make for an interesting show, wouldn’t it?” |
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| Imogen Nott | Dec 12 2014, 01:52:24 PM Post #65 | ||
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Imogen almost scowled when she heard Oliver’s tone, she watched him closely with her head tilting slightly as she did so. He was off, and how he was speaking to Theodore seemed a bit off as well. She felt as though she had missed something, but that didn’t matter as she was planning to move on anyway. But then Charlotte spoke to her and Imogen turned and smiled to her. “A tad of wine shouldn’t hurt.” Imogen smiled pushing her hair behind her ear and taking a glass from her aunt’s friend. Charlotte seemed nice, but she could never be sure with the people in here. They weren’t like Monica, or even Noah. They had their type of nice but it was very different, Imogen knew it was becoming easier for her to tell the two different types of nice apart. But then her name was called, Imogen looked over at Oliver and then turned to look at Carmen. Imogen almost scoffed as Oliver went on. “Asking for a fight are we?” Imogen questioned raising her eyebrow and looking at Oliver, if she needed to she could always focus her thoughts on his body temperature and turn it down a bit… Just to shut him up. Imogen sipped her wine, it was now ice cold. |
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| Bradley Bhodhsa | Dec 12 2014, 02:18:52 PM Post #66 | ||
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Michael let out a small chuckle, he scribbled another few notes on his page as it seemed like a foul almost occurred on the field. “I know I am getting paid.” Michael smiled, but inside he was smirking like a cheshire cat. And that grin only widened when Orion mentioned her cousin and her cousins wife, someone who Bradley knew very well. After all they were related. He had to stop himself from actually saying something which wouldn’t go well to his character, so he nodded along as though he didn’t know a damn thing. “If his wife were around now there certainly would be a show.” Michael wondered whether the ministry would swarm in here if that were the case, but he had a feeling that the woman would be around here somewhere. Especially when Tinsley would be holding a bridal shower. “Well, it is lovely to meet you Miss Lestrange.” Michael pulled his glasses down from the top of his head and nodded. He turned to look back at the pitch. The match could go on for hours; he had been to matches which had gone on for days. But he didn’t think this would be the case here, not with the pre-determined plans. Michael checked the time and nodded his head, it was time to take his leave. "I'm afraid I will have to dash off, I need to get down to the players before the match ends." Michael nodded at the girl before turning and heading out of the booth. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Dec 12 2014, 05:02:25 PM Post #67 | ||
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There might have been a time that Carmen would have felt herself fall into a pit of freezing anxiety; her muscles could remember the way it felt to tense defensively, prepared to fight. It wasn't so long ago that Carmen could feel herself withdraw, her small frame defensively running from Theodore, or anything that made her uncomfortable. Now, Carmen couldn't help but look at Richard torn between sorrow and a fierce survival instinct. It was rising in her throat, a burning flame to melt the nervousness from her frame. She didn't wait for Richard to speak again – she was, of course, sure that she would be waiting forever. “Don't get yourself in trouble,” said Carmen. The heat felt like home in her voice. An epiphany burst through Carmen's consciousness in the form of Oliver Rowle's smirk; her back straightened. Her feet were firmly planted against the ground. She was strong where she stood, made of marble. “It's easy to get caught up this.” I did. Maybe she still was. Did you ever really leave the person you were before? Carmen felt as if she was ever-changing, but would she ever really not be the person that Theodore Wickham loved? There was a darkness in her spirit that he must have found intriguing; she could hide from those parts of her forever, playing the role of the sad, lost puppy dog without a father, or she could, like a phoenix, rise up from the ashes of her life's destruction. She was the raven, a glaring, bold-makeup face on the front of a newspaper. She was a tribute, a survivor, a girl with a nasty scar. Carmen was just herself, even if she had forgotten who that was for a moment. But one thing was for certain – no one, and not even little Teddy Wickham, was going to intimidate her. Flashing a nasty smile, Carmen waved and approached Oliver and Imogen. Her eyes skipped over Teddy entirely. “You look different with your hair slicked like that,” said Carmen promptly, smirking at Oliver. “Looks like you're actually trying. That's nice. Hey, Im. Richard was extra nice to extend an invite. He must know nice girls when he sees them.” Oliver might have fired shots, but Carmen had her own gun, loaded and aimed, with her finger poised on the trigger. |
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| Allison Kennedy | Dec 12 2014, 05:40:43 PM Post #68 | ||
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If Allison hadn’t come from such a family with high status and if they had not been in such a public scenario, she would have launched herself at Jane Holloway’s fleshy body and yanked her dirty hair from its sloppy updo. As the other woman, Allison had always tried to be nice, a sparkling princess with a heart of gold. She was a ripe, juicy peach, but Jane Holloway fucking hated peaches. It had been the same with Imogen Nott and Noah. Allison had done nothing wrong but follow through with her feelings, and for that Nott had persecuted Allison as if she were a murderer. It wasn’t Allison’s fault that Noah had decided to reconcile his feelings for her. How could she help it? The other woman lived her life a lie. To be fair, the first time around, Allison had been oblivious. Now, she was fully aware of her actions. ”Christ Jane,” Dean laughed uncomfortably. He was caught red-handed and was attempting to work it off as nothing. ”Why don’t you slow your intake of the booze, huh baby? Booker wouldn’t like it if things got crazy. He wants to keep it on the down low, smooth moves baby, smooth moves.” Dean nervously adjusted his bowtie as Allison fought the urge to scream. Her eye twitched with rage. ”No, it’s alright,” Allison waved it off as if it were nothing. She smiled submissively. ”I was going to transfer out, but I managed to convince my parents to stay. I really like the friends I’ve made at Hogwarts, you know?” Her eyes flickered innocently to Dean. ”I couldn’t imagine starting over. Besides, I’ve gone to Hogwarts for six years. There’s no point in skipping the seventh.” |
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| Theodore Wickham | Dec 12 2014, 06:22:52 PM Post #69 | ||
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”Do you remember?” ”Hrmm...Remember what?” ”When I went into the Forest… I wasn’t supposed to return. I know I wasn’t. I think I had died, but I was too busy apologizing. I was saying sorry to people who couldn’t hear me, but in theory deserved it. My last words were names. Lily, Dolly, Alex. Don. Emma, Carmen. I was praying, like they were gods and I was asking for salvation before I joined them. I think I found comfort in never causing them pain again.” ”It… Wouldn’t be fair. To Carmen. To anyone.” ”I told myself that. I told my heart, ‘Keep pumping. I need to go back that girl because I love her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. I owed her everything.’” ”But that’s changed… Hasn’t it?” ”I’ve tried to convince myself. It just wasn’t meant to be. But everytime I see her my heart starts screaming and the veins in my hands pulse, my fingers suddenly start gravitating like she’s some magnet. It just won’t work. It’s not going to. It’s not worth the fight if it’s going to hurt me.” ”You have to… Fight to keep the things you want in your life.” ”I do. But I feel like I’m fighting myself.” ”Would you… Fight for me?” ”Of course. Right down to the last drop of blood.” Christ. Theodore looked away from the odd circle that had accumulated, a disbelieving snarl on his lips as he shook his head and attempted to hide his laughter. It was obvious, and Theodore wanted to walk away as soon as possible, but Oliver was baiting something and Theodore was curious to see the outcome. Richard appeared suddenly beside Theodore, an apology on the tip of his tongue as he glanced warily around the circle. Charlotte glanced curiously between Theodore and Oliver. ”Well boys, I think that’s my cue to return to my duties. I’ve only dropped by to say hello.” She paused to look over Carmen again pointedly. Then, she turned to Imogen. ”Don’t be afraid to make yourself at home, Imogen. Think of it as a personal invitation from me. Any friend of mine is a friend of Booker DeWitt’s.” Charlotte batted her doe eyes and flashed a pearly smile before she strutted away. ”What a MILF,” Oliver commented, breathing out cigarette smoke. ”How’s it feel to be in the Minister for Magic’s personal suite, Carmen? The best things in life are free, hmm?” Oliver slipped one hand into his pocket, a stare fixed on Theodore’s stoic face as he attempted to rouse a reaction from his friend. "You gals are friends, right? Or did I confuse you with Jane? So many blonde Ravenclaws in my life, it's difficult to keep track." The hairs on Theodore's neck prickled with aggravation. He didn’t want to play the game, specifically one that aimed to hurt two individuals who shared a painful past. Theodore turned to Richard with a small smile on his face. ”I’m not mad,” Theodore said so lowly that only Richard could hear. How could he be? Richard was probably just trying to be nice, and whatever fateful accident had landed Carmen in his gasp must have been a tragic coincidence. ”Oliver’s trying too hard. Honestly, it doesn’t bother me.” ”I still want to apologize.” Richard grumbled in response. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Dec 12 2014, 06:33:35 PM Post #70 | ||
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“Nope, you got my name right. I know, I must be so difficult to forget,” said Carmen airily. Her voice was sugar sweet and there was a smile on her face. She laughed to punctuate her sentence as if she was afraid that any silence in the room would drown them out. “Jane's over there, uhhhh...” Carmen's voice trailed off. It looked as though Jane was burying herself into a mountain of trouble; Carmen could tell by the way Dean was standing rigidly, his eyes apologizing to that Kennedy girl. “I bumped into Richard and spilled his drinks, so I offered to buy him new ones. Now we're here,” summarized Carmen, smiling at Imogen. If Imogen wouldn't be nice to Carmen, Carmen would have no idea what else to say or do; the girl was like a lifeline, but Carmen couldn't exactly remember the last time she felt like she had a genuine friend that wasn't obligated to be nice to her besides maybe Amelia or Dave. “Lots of old faces,” commented Carmen, looking around. She kept talking to drown out the silence and she kept looking so she wouldn't have to glance Teddy's way. |
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”The pleasure is mine,” murmured Orion, a pleasantry Precious Lestrange would never speak. It was a challenging craft to take on a completely new identity and make that person believable. Anyone could be Orion Lestrange, but few people could mimic her movements, her speech patterns, her thoughts. What was she thinking? What will she do? It was like flipping a coin for an answer. ”Oh my,” came Donatella’s voice in a sing-song tune. ”What is that? Is that what I think it is, Eddie?” ”Jumping jelly-beans!” The microphone picked up the feedback of Eddie Carrow leaping excitedly from his chair. ”Is it a hippogryph? A dragon? No! It’s the golden snitch!” Any semblance of sanity in the stands was quickly dissolved as soon as the words left Eddie’s mouth. Suddenly, the entire stadium began to roar with life. Everybody seemed to lose their mind as a small ball of gold darted across the sky in short, terse movements. The game could end in any second now, but one team had to catch it, meaning tensions were now higher than ever. ”Vanessa Grimes, the American seeker, is the first to spot the little bundle of joy! She’s rocketing off in its direction - its sensed her presence!” ”But Violet Wilson isn’t stupid, Donna. Wilson is hot on Grimes’s tail and it looks like the snitch might be in for a rude awakening!” ”Harry Bott seems to be distracted - he’s looking up at the sky when he should be guarding the post and OHHHH! Seizing the opportunity, Owen Thompson has scored! The crowd is so loud I can’t hear myself speak!” America: 20 England: 20 ”It’s that beginner’s misfortune, I tell you Donna. These kids are so excited to be here that they forget they have a game to play.” ”Things are getting rough! Pete Walker just shoved Daniel Turner into a goal post! I don’t think the balls he has count for points though.” ”Oh my, Donna.” ”The referee is calling foul! Ball goes to England.” ”And they punt the quaffle across the field like its a baby! I can hear chants, Donna, what are they saying?” From the left half of the stadium, the crowd began to cheer: Fight On for ol’ U.S. Our men Fight On to victoryyyyy. Our Founding Fathers look up to you Fight On and win for ol’ U.S. Fight On to victory. Fight Onnnnn! Then, the chant quickly snowballed into a furious battle cry of: "U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!" |
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“FUCK OFF YOU YANKY SONS-OF-BITCHES!” Amelia screamed over the yells of the crowd, she was pissed that England weren’t playing to the best of their abilities. Her body stiffened and her fingers curled around the edges of the stands. She looked over to some fans who wanted to yell at her, so she pointed up her middle finger and laughed at them. It only made them angrier, which made Amelia laugh even more. She turned around to look at the adults in the room before waving her hand and turning back to the game. They could give her shit for it later, right now though she was about to scream in anger. If England let these bitches win then she would go mental. Her mother wouldn’t be too impressed, but she always knew Amelia was competitive. “If that was us Dave we’d be fucking epic. You hear me?!” Amelia yelled out to the players, as though they would actually look at her. |
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| Imogen Nott | Dec 12 2014, 07:27:11 PM Post #73 | ||
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Imogen had to smirk when Carmen came over throwing out some backhanded compliments at Oliver. It was just perfect enough that she could get away with it; Imogen rose her glass to Carmen and grinned. “Hey C, didn’t think I’d see you in here.” Her voice wasn’t snide or angry; it was actually sweet and had a bit of surprise in it. She was surprised that Carmen had come in here, especially with Theodore being so close. Imogen had never actually noticed Carmen hang around him but she had heard things, things which she usually rolled her eyes at. But now, it did seem a bit odd. But Imogen knew she could ask Ezra about it later. He usually knew the good gossip. Imogen turned to Charlotte and smiled at her. “Thank you.” Imogen called out before turning back to the group around here, it was a pretty odd group. All they needed was a Huffflepuff or two and it would be into weird territories. Oliver made another comment which made Imogen wonder how he would ever get a girlfriend; he’d probably be forced to marry some poor sod. Carmen’s story was believable, and Richard wasn’t trying to play games. “I’ll pass you a drink.” Imogen picked up another glass and tapped the side; the content should have been freezing cold. She passed it to Carmen and wondered whether she would take notice. “If you are drinking that is.” Imogen didn’t need to say any more, she didn’t want to embarrass Carmen in front of everyone about the drinking last night. There was no need. But everything did feel pretty awkward, was Imogen not meant to speak to Theodore because of Carmen being her friend? But then her aunt would expect her to speak to these guys, seeing as she was meant to be in their circle now. It was so confusing. |
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The room erupted in cheers and protests as the game garnered speed in action. Theodore turned his head to watch, a curious glint in his eyes as a competitive sport quickly fired into a tornado of bloodlust and violence. It was then that Theodore began to wonder about the whereabouts of Alexander DeWitt. He was glaringly absent from his father’s suite, and Theodore wondered if it had to do with DeWitt himself or the nerves eating away at Alexander’s brain. I don’t have time for this. Theodore threw his head back and downed the rest of his glass. Four drinks in, and he was finally beginning to feel a slight buzz. His budding dependence had built a stronger tolerance. This is childish. I’m going to walk away because I am the better person. Theodore’s fists pulsed with life, drawing in Carmen’s energy like a massive black hole. Calmly, he stepped away from the circle, an apologetic smile on his face that mirrored his father’s passive antics. ”Enjoy your circlejerk of friends, Oliver,” said Theodore with a slight bow. Without sparing a second glance, he walked away and approached Booker DeWitt himself. ”I love you Teddy!” Oliver called out jokingly to his friend’s retreating back. |
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Guilt and self-doubt permeated in Richard’s chest like an acrid black smoke of destruction. He knew it was a bad idea from the start, and he hadn’t done anything to prevent it from spiraling out of control. He wanted to formally apologize to both Ted and Carmen, but Ted’s retreating back only meant that it was too late to fumble over mistakes. Richard closed in the space between Oliver and him, suddenly feeling like a puppy abandoned by its owner. ”If there’s anything you girls need, let me know,” said Oliver as he rubbed out the butt of his cigarette. ”I know uh,” his gaze dropped innocently to the floor. ”People wouldn’t take too kindly to Carmen being here. I mean, they hardly acknowledge poor Richard as one of their own. Everyone here is fucked, you know?” ”I think they’re alright, Oliver.” Richard grumbled. Oliver laughed easily and wrapped an arm around Richard’s shoulders. ”You see this kid? I love him like a brother. Teddy and I, man, we’re all brothers. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” And then, Oliver planted a wet, totally no-homo kiss on the non-plastic half of Richard’s face. ”I love this kid! Any of you ladies want to take him on his first date? Imogen? Carmen? He’s a real nice guy.” Richard’s face flushed scarlet. ”I already have… A girlfriend. Thanks. I’m sure… You’re both lovely women.” |
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Imogen glanced over to Theodore as he dashed away from the group with a pretty lame parting statement. Everything still felt awkward after that, and it only got worse when Oliver tried to push Richard onto the two of them. Imogen was thankful that the boy had a girlfriend; it would have been a lot more awkward if he was single and expected the girls to agree to a date. Imogen knew nothing about Richard and the way he seemed to follow around those in the room wasn’t too appealing. She looked over at Carmen and raised an eyebrow, maybe it would be best if she headed off to find someone else to speak to. But Oliver was right about Carmen being here, her aunt would probably laugh her off the edge of the stands. “He has got a point; I’m surprised that they let me in here.” Imogen may have been pureblooded but she was from an orphanage which was the complete opposite of what these people had experienced. It was a shame that none of the boys in the room were appealing, not even in the slightest. She hoped that her aunt wouldn’t be dead set on her getting with one of these people; Imogen sipped her drink and surveyed the room. Her eyes set on Jane for a moment, she looked at Carmen. “What is going on over there?” Allison was there as well, of course she was. Imogen tried not to frown, she didn’t trust that girl. |
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Merida wasn't overly interested in Quidditch, and after the events of yesterday leading up to the revelation that Gaspard was dying, she was honestly quite distracted from the match. Merida didn't mind who won either way, she wasn't the sort of person who felt a strong allegiance to any particular place. This was more for Iso's sake and Merida was thankful that the little girl seemed to take well to the match, although Iso had seemed quite concerned whenever a bludger flew too near a player or someone looked like they might fall. After which, Merida had exchanged a worried glance with Antoine and they'd both quietly started directing her attention away from anything that might become dangerous. "The snitch, the snitch!" Iso cried excitedly, "What is it? I don't see it!" The little girl sat between Antoine and Merida, and was positively vibrating in her seat. The two seekers had been pulled to an unceremonious stop as a foul was called out. The snitch disappeared into the crowd of spectators as though sensing its sudden immunity. "There, don't you see?" Merida had pointed to the chase before it had stopped, "If one of the seekers had caught the snitch, their team would have won." Iso looked at Merida uncertainly and frowned. "What's a seeker?" Edited by Merida Gottlieb, Dec 13 2014, 04:16:52 PM.
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The World Cup had been of to an unusually strange start for Narcissa Black. She kept finding herself separated from her family, and more importantly her sister. First, there was some commotion at the Red Dragon she had missed and had somehow managed to wander into the wrong Malfoy party. Mistakes happen sure, but in her drunken state Narcissa hung around only to make a fool of herself. She only slightly remembered the details, remembering a fuzzy image of a boy whose name she couldn’t remember. She had decided to forget that it had ever happened and could only hope no one would bring it up. And of course that morning, walking off her dreadful hangover she had managed to run into another strange boy by the lake. So far Narcissa hadn’t caused any real damage of course but there something about it all that made her nervous. That afternoon she had managed to make it back from the lake a moment too late. Her tent was empty at her return and informed by the family servant that her Andromeda had already made her way to the stadium. Informed by the servant! Narcissa had no time to be insulted, dashing towards the match hoping to catch her. It was much harder than she had anticipated, as of course everyone and their families were also making their way towards the game. Her long hair flowing behind her, she thankfully managed to run over only a few toes. Every few feet, she gave a little jump looking for any sign of the sleek black hair belonging to her sister. Running, jumping, her appearence a mess..she was not acting up to her family name at all. Searching wildly, Narcissa was practically knocked off her feet when a hand had reached out for her wrist and stopped her. “Why, now…what is the littlest Black doing all on her own,” oozed the deep voice of a sleazy looking business man. The face was familiar but Narcissa had met so many ‘important contacts’ throughout the years she could never keep track. She gave a sour smile, taking her hand back with a surprising amount of resistance from the man. “Trying to find the rest of them, actually,” she replied wearily, looking beyond him. The man puffed a thick, cigar and gave a roaring laugh. “Well you just missed your other half. Heading to the DeWitt tent it seemed. No doubt—“ But Narcissa didn’t let him finish. She made off in the direction of the Prime Minister’s (Minister of Magic?) lounge.. Loud, echoing booms from fireworks and cheers filled the area, indicating that the match had already started. Thankfully, this also meant the Narcissa’s path was a lot easier to navigate. Eventually she found the DeWitt entrance as well as a pack of aurors. “Black, Narcissa,” she stated quickly and now somewhat out of breath. “My sister should already be here.” The men exchanged looks of uncertainty before letting her in. She might not have been on the list but she was a Black after all. Fixing her hair and her olive green dress, she entered the DeWitt lounge. Her posture straight and her expression sultry, she winked at a gentleman before finally laying eyes on her sister. Inside, she was relieved and on the outside, she strutted over pretending not to care about whatever Draper family member she seemed to be entertaining at the moment. “It’s about time I found you,” she teased, leaning against the bar. “I was beginning to think I would have to make an appointment.” Edited by Narcissa Black, Dec 13 2014, 09:18:20 PM.
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| Charles Snow | Dec 13 2014, 10:36:10 PM Post #79 | ||
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Charlie was dizzying himself trying to keep up with the game. Everything was happening so quickly. He couldn't even imagine having reflexes that quick. Still, he was having a blast chanting and cheering along with everyone else. So far his first match was going much better than expected. He could have sworn he had spotted the snitch at least twice but it was hard to say for sure. When Billie offered her binoculars, he jumped at the chance. "Thanks!!" He was surprsied at how much it improved his game watching experience. He let out a loud whooping sound as the game went on. Being the guy that he was, he didn't want to be the only one enjoying it as much as he was. Kneeling down on one knee, he offered the binoculars back to Billie or one of the others. "Here, one of you might get a better view from my shoulders!" |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Dec 14 2014, 12:41:06 PM Post #80 | ||
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”People wouldn’t take too kindly to Carmen being here. I mean, they hardly acknowledge poor Richard as one of their own. Everyone here is fucked, you know?” Carmen's narrowed eyes followed Teddy's retreating back. She exhaled sharply, forcing her smile as if it were painted on a porcelain face. What was the problem with her, exactly? Her blood wasn't mud. She was a Chevalier, family tree branches extending back into France's deep wizarding history – right back into the dawn of creation, back when Merlin breathed the world into existence or whatever actually happened. She was the blood of Ravenclaw, a prominent figure in Prophet headlines – as long as her mother was doing something wrong – and for Christ's sake, her mother was the Deputy Head of Hogwarts. Surely some of that earned her a smidgen of credibility? After all, right now Carmen's entire family was at Tinsley Carmichael's bridal shower; interestingly enough, it was an event that everyone here was skipping out on, despite their supposed ties. Maybe the whole getting married to your Hogwarts sweetheart was too sweet an idea for a crowd this shrewd. With a sigh, Carmen almost wished that she had just gone with her mother. The excitement of being in a place like this disappeared as soon as Teddy turned his back. She wasn't sure what she expected; she was struggling against the urge to be a stupid girl, after all. Had she really expected Teddy to say hello? Maybe. It wasn't as if time hadn't passed. Maybe she was hoping that one day, he could be polite to her and that they could live in a world without awkward tension following every encounter they had – especially in a world as small as theirs. They still had days of this tournament. Running into each other again was inevitable, and when the time would come, it would remain horrifyingly awkward. Weren't they better than that? Probably not. Carmen and Theodore were good at many things, and better at some, but being responsible and mature adults wasn't exactly on that list just yet. Imogen's voice, inquisitive, ripped Carmen from her thoughts. Carmen liked Imogen more than she was willing to admit; they shared a common bond and secret, and they were both Ravenclaws thrust into a world dominated by that awful sea green and silver. Plus, Imogen was actually nice to Carmen without being over-the-top, in-your-face fake smiling sugar-coated “Oh my God! Look how skinny you've gotten over the summer!” In other words, Imogen was a real person. Clearly, that was hard to find. Jane was one of the others. Carmen didn't know where she stood with Jane, but it was almost too nostalgic to try to find out. Sighing, Carmen glanced over at Jane and Kennedy again; Dean looked like he might, for once, be stretching his smile a little too thin. “Looks like two lovers to me,” said Carmen. “And then a Jane Holloway.” Shots fired, but Min called them like she saw them. There was a reckless curl to Jane's hair and the way it was flopping over to one side. The girl's blood was wine and Allison Kennedy – or whatever her name was – had a reputation written all over her stupid fur coats. “Should we get Jane? I, uh... I sort of have another party,” said Carmen, throwing in that comment so at least she didn't seem like a complete and total loser. “It's sort of complicated. Somehow I'm related to uh, Tinsley Carmichael now and... her bridal shower is uh, now... I don't know, in case you and Jane wanted to come with me or something. Malfoys will be there and they have hot cousins – also, how much do you think Allison Kennedy pays for her shoes? I kind of want to spit on hers. Should we?” |
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