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Sweden vs Japan: Quidditch World Cup Final; Year 4 - Day 16 - QWC - Day 6 - 12pm
Topic Started: Feb 16 2015, 05:22:29 PM (2,474 Views)
Orion Black
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here's some advice: stay alive

That being said, Orion Black dragged his heavy body into the VIP box, feeling exactly as he smelled, which caused Emma's eyes to dart to his face. Sweat had pooled at his temples, mangling his long, blonde hair into greasy, slicked back streaks. Emma would have cracked a joke about Orion resembling Lucius Malfoy, but his entire body seemed slackened by shock and pain. Simply being alive was exhausting enough. Still, Orion managed a shaky laugh as he eyed Emma's firm hold on the glass in her grip. “Is the party starting already, then?”

He ambled over to the bar, nodding towards Addie as a salutation. He didn't dare get too close, knowing he felt every bit as shitty as he felt, which was careening towards reckless mess territory. Slowly, Orion filled his own glass, and Emma's lips pursed distastefully. “Looks like you already started the party hours ago.” Honestly, Emma wasn't even sure how Orion functioned anymore.

“Tell that to Walburga,” replied Orion, almost nasty. He couldn't really muster much strength to be angry. He sipped without toasting.

“You're not wearing your wedding band,” remarked Emma casually.

Orion glanced at Emma, said nothing, and approached the box's wide window, which offered the trio a spectacular look directly into the heart of the Quidditch pitch. “Not important. What is really important is that I bet a wild amount of money on Sweden to win, so if Alex DeWitt fucks this up, I might have to kill him. Joking! Joking! Or was he?
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Alexandra wasn't exactly sure whether she wanted to strangle Alice or kiss her. The resemblance, yes, was oblivious, but what made Rowle's dirty blood so worthy of the attention bestowed upon her? Alexandra sought deep within herself to find reasoning for this, but she only found darkness so encompassing she might have drowned in its fury. This fury, of course, was only exacerbated by Poppy and Sally's shrieking, fierce like kitten meows desperately seeking Theodore's attention. Alexandra scoffed, turning to her young cousin. Sweet, oblivious Poppy Gray-Winters, Alexandra's polar opposite.

“This is no place for a girl like you,” whispered Alex. Her voice was not harsh, but laced with understanding for once. She did not mean a girl of fifteen; fuck it, at fifteen Alex was that same girl, swaying minx hips to the bar just for a chance to pout her cherry lips. No. Poppy had a kind soul, an aura of silver glinting gold, and these people? This life? This was not a place for a heart like Poppy's.

Alexandra turned her back on her silent cousin, but it was for her own good. As Alexandra took a sip of her own drink, she wondered quietly if her aura had ever been anything but its longing burgundy. She wondered if it was possible for her soul to ever find the peace that Poppy's had, unwittingly or not.

No. Because her blood – the same blood that made her dark, and ferocious – was what made her great. She felt Vera pulsing in the air, her spirit still among them like dust, settling in the corners of the room. She was a shapeless ghost, weaving between their fingers, desperate to be held. But Alice? Why Alice? Alexandra's lips pursed tightly shut, silently begging Vera to show her the answers. Show me the path. I cannot... I cannot love her like I loved you, Vera. I would rather kill her.

No answers came. There was only Alice, smiling a coaxing cat smile to wrap Theodore in her firm grasp. I will kill her, Vera. Slowly, Alexandra narrowed her eyes. “What was that about a round of drinks, Ted? How about shots? Four of them.” It was Sally and Poppy's cue to see their way to the opposite end of the bar and stay there. Plus, Victor looked like he was one Sally shriek away from cursing her throat to shreds.

“You're sweet to consider us friends,” said Alexandra hoarsely, looking at Alice directly. Her eyes were so familiar and still so painful to look into. “But it's not that easy, pretty kitty. I'd draw back my claws if I were you.”

No, Alex – this is what I want.

Vera, why? Why her?

Why not?
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"Hey, it's after eleven. That's what's important." Addie smiled at her friend, eyes roaming around the box and landing on the bodyguards. She wasn't particularly fond of having them around. Addie had spent a long time as an auror, constant vigilance was ingrained in her very being.

Alastor Moody would have been proud.

Everything about this match was lost on her. She'd once been a girl who'd loved the collective excitement of the crowd, who'd cared which teams won and lost. Now just being in the stadium made her feel sick. The young woman eyed the bar thoughtfully. It might be nice to have something to drink, and one drink wouldn't dampen her senses.

"Alright, alright. I'll have a drink," Addie nodded to Orion as he entered the box, making her way to the bar. "You look like Hell, Orion." He looked a lot worse than Hell, he looked like Hell had had a one night stand and was currently suffering through the walk of shame.

After making herself a vodka-cran the woman glanced to her fellow auror and raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you do I'll take you down," she grinned faintly. "If we're lucky that'll be the most exciting thing that happens at this match."
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Victor Malfoy
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how many secrets can you keep?

Victor looked to the woman to his right and watched the subtle movements of her face, it was unusual how she looked just like Vera. Even the name was hard to say, it left a bad taste in his mouth which spread through his body. Her surname was familiar, meaning she should have been a familiar face but for some reason it just wasn’t. His fingers itched on the edge of the bar, Theodore’s reply seemed to calm Victor in a strange way.

At least one thing was certain, he would be able to talk to Teddy about this whole situation. His friend would not fade into the shadows, not again. Listening to Alice was unusual, he had to keep catching himself as another name was on the tip of his tongue. It was truly a ghost in front of him, but he had to push past this if he was going to accept what had happened. The copper taste still lingered on the edges of his lips, his tongue ran across his bottom lip as he watched her. “Well at least we’ll be there.” Victor pressed his lips together and smiled at her.

Alexandra didn’t seem too impressed by the whole situation. She requested a round of drinks, but Victor shook his head. It would only make him sick again. “I think you should be taking your own advice Alexandra.” Victor dully said pressing a finger to the side of his head and letting out a sigh. The people around here spoke too much, and the thudding of his head was slowly fading away as the screeches of Poppy and Sally.
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Violetta, alongside her sister-in-law, Titine, walked a bit behind a roll of levitating parchment. As if intuiting each of Violetta's steps, the parchment continued to precede her, quill furiously scribbling the details away. “That's the great part of being a part of the Prophet, of course,” she said mindlessly, grinning wildly as her brown hair bounced around her. “Half the work is always done for me by some lowly intern, and my name gets stamped on the front page. Rita Skeeter's getting old, you know. Fifty-something? That's ancient in media years.”

Her words were expectant, and Titine only nodded curtly, her mind busy with the tribulations of her family. She had entrusted the care of her stepsons with their father, but their absence was already causing Titine undue anxiety. She hardly even wondered where her daughter, Alexandra, had escaped to. The girl was a lost cause, and Titine spent most of her days trying to pretend that she didn't exist anymore.

It was easier that way. Smiling obliviously, Violetta climbed the tall steps of the stadium that would, eventually, lead them to the VIP box where their family (technically) was to watch the game. Had she known years before that Emma Gray would one day be a part of her extended family, Violetta would have cringed. Hell, she still cringed. Smirking, Violet glanced at Titine, eyebrows arched.

“So what do you think about the Addie thing?”
It's better to be talked about than forgotten...
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Titine Dupont-Carmichael
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Titine's brows furrowed thoughtfully, mind still perplexed by the distant memory of Addie Lumineux, once a girl with wheat-colored curls; time had driven strength into her, although her face had disappeared into the shadows, which she seemed to readily accept. A girl of seventeen, Titine could picture Addie, destined for success. But the Auror track? Titine hummed to herself. A job like that required a lot of the grit and none of the exciting glamour that accompanied a job like Titine's. People knew her name, respecting her for her position and her advancement through life, despite her age or beauty.

Addie? She had fallen victim to the idea that what was right for the world was necessarily right for her. Or so Titine assumed. She hadn't spoken to the woman much, considering Beauxbatons wasn't exactly blowing up every other day like... other schools.

They at least had that going for them.

“It will certainly be interesting to see how she fills 'ze role of Deputy Headmistress compared to Emma,” shrugged Titine. “I try not to pay much mind to 'ze workings of Hogwarts. I find it hampers my abilities at my own school.”

Violetta rolled her eyes. “Right, right. Beauxbatons beauties. We get it, Titine. You're French, you're cool.” Snickering, Violetta began to climb the stairs faster, heaving great breaths as she did. She wasn't one to get very interested in current events, but she certainly would if people wanted to read about it... and luckily for Violetta, student safety was right at the top of the list for concerned parents. After all, after Fortionde went up in smoke...

“That wasn't off the record, was it?” smirked Violet, glancing at Titine.

“Of course not, Violet,” said Titine, returning Violetta's smug expression. “It's like you don't even know me.”

The women laughed in unison and finally reached the exterior of the VIP box, sternly guarded by men in dark suits with their wands withdrawn. Titine blinked at them curiously as she felt their eyes scan her face. Violetta snickered as they nodded curtly, allowing them through the doorway. “Security here is insane. You'd think Emma was a goddamn national treasure. Ah, speak of the devil!”

Violetta Sparks smiled at the girl she had slept next to in the girls' dormitory for years, now a woman. “Now it's really a party. Little Addie Lumineux, Miss Prefect Perfect Emma Gray... what's next!? Tinsley?! Ian!?”

Titine's eyes widened as if embarrassed by Violetta. She extended a gracious smile at the women and went immediately to the bar to pour herself a glass of something strong.

Violetta's voice was getting to be a little... grating.
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Emma Gray
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I SEE A BAD MOON RISING

Emma immediately found comfort in the presence of her cousin, although she was admittedly distracted by a mountain of things. She set her glass down, fighting the omnipresent feeling that, later, she'd need her wits about her. But why? She knew that Addie would understand; perhaps even Violetta and Titine remembered the World Cups of the past, riddled with destruction and fear. But those days had passed, and they were living in the golden age that they were promised once... weren't they?

They had been promised safety if they could just extract evil from their foundations. Somehow – miraculously – the world found its swing again, but that sense of being okay must have slipped through the cracks. Emma wasn't sure she ever felt safe anymore, and very suddenly, she wished that Grant was standing among them to witness their reunion. He deserved it.

“If Tinsley walked in right now, I'd probably just Crucio myself,” smirked Emma, ignoring Titine's shocked gasp. “Oh, please. Like you really want to hang out with her, either. You guys don't share a surname anymore. Remember? Tinsley de Pointe du Lac. Wonder how long Ian will live.”

“I bet two months with Fred and George,” snickered Violetta, elbowing Addie. “But probably less. Just wanted to give good old Tins the benefit of the doubt. She wasn't all bad, was she?”

Emma grimaced. “All bad. All, all, all bad.”
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Harper Carmichael
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I would have done anything to feel real again.

Harper had shaken him. She felt his fingers crawling along her skin, so sweet that it wanted to rip his teeth out of his mouth. Alright, perhaps not. She was only giving way to anger that wasn't becoming of a beautiful young woman, which she definitely was. Plus, being frustrated or upset could cause wrinkles, and Harper would rather die than prematurely start acquiring those. Face crafted of marble, smoother than glass, Harper enjoyed the sinewy sway of her hips and knowing, without a shadow of a doubt, that jealous or admiring eyes followed her curves. Her eyes, sharp and deep blue, were set on the bar that was coaxing her forward. She wasn't interested in alcohol, no. That wasn't becoming of a young woman, either.

No. Harper was a fan of the men she found in bars, their ties pressing against their wide necks. She was a fan of tailored jackets, slicked back hair and faces, lost in plumes of cigarette smoke. The adventure of love was one that beckoned to Harper, and it was all a game, manipulation at its finest. With her face and body, there was no doubt that Harper could easily wrap any man around her finger... well, she thought so, anyway. But she was only being modest. It would be silly not to acknowledge her beauty.

She saw it every day in the mirror, didn't she? Smirking, Harper took a seat at the bar, and she ordered a water. As it slid to a halt in front of her, she began to spin the ice cubes around her glass with a straw, listening to them clink against the surface. Watching people – particularly Victor and Theodore – was interesting enough for now, but she was really waiting for someone to rescue her.

Then, and only then, would she feel as if she could suck all the light from the room. She'd suck it from pretty little Alexandra and every girl in that damned bar.
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Justin Carmichael
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This right here is the land of opportunity. This is America. This is my home! The show goes on!

Justin Carmichael's smirk widened, devilish as he approached his sweet, vapid niece, Harper. What was it with young girls challenging the world with their doe eyes, oblivious to the way everything worked? Harper was one of those beautiful girls that wanted to, constantly, be the center of attention, but Justin could sense the insecurity rising in her chest. She had no idea who she was when she was alone, and that interested Justin in a sick sort of way, as if he could crack open her skull and dissect her brain if he could just get her to sip something other than water. Which, of course, wasn't smart.

But they were Carmichaels. They weren't necessarily smart... ever.

“You're too pretty to be alone,” he cooed, slipping into the seat next to her. Immediately, he saw hope light up Harper's face, only to be replaced by sour disappointment as soon as she set eyes on her uncle. Admittedly, he was the youngest of Tinsley Carmichael – well, de Pointe du Lac's – brothers, and arguably the most handsome. But to Harper, he was nothing more than a nuisance.

“Why aren't you off making friends your own age?”

Harper rolled her eyes. “Maybe I wanted to get away.”

Justin arched his eyebrows curiously. “That's... new of you.”
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Cersia Malfoy
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silence speaks volumes

Somewhere, through the crowd, Cersia had lost Alexandra. The fierce, though diminutive, redhead pouted, angrily finding a few choice words for Alex as she wandered aimlessly through the crowd, wondering where on earth she could have ended up. Did it even matter? Cersia wasn't an idiot, and she definitely could sense Alexandra distancing herself from their friendship. It was curious. One day, the girl had showed up with dark circles beneath her eyes, rambling on about something or other and Cordelia this or Vera that... and, gradually, Alexandra Dupont became just a little too much for Cersia to handle. After all, Cersia was a Malfoy. She wasn't in the business of advertising your crazy.

No, that was left to sweep under a rug – and not just any rug, but an expensive, one-of-a-kind rug. Rolling her eyes, Cersia gave up her search and wandered back to the stadium seats, which were now overflowing with people, large and small, white and brown, young and old and God, the children! Cersia felt like her mother then, but her nose wrinkled up at the children dancing around her ankles. How... unsanitary they were, with their cherubic cheeks rosy and mouths lined with spit.

Cersia gagged and quickly went to climb the stairs, knowing that her cousins, Lucius and Aloisia, would be in one of the many VIP boxes that sat in prime seating sections. There was no way that the rest of her family was willingly enduring crowds as wild as these. It was then that another blast of fireworks sent a shiver of panic through her; Cersia squeaked in shock, falling into the closest open seat she found. It was, of course, beside none other than Carmen Gray-Winters, Ioanna the Weird Child, and Rose Darcy. Cersia exhaled, exacerbated, and resisted the urge to roll her eyes, especially considering she was stuck here for the foreseeable future until a seat opened up or Wyatt, somehow, spotted her to save her.

But as long as fireworks like that were exploding everywhere, Cersia was going to stay put. After all, the match was about to start. Something about climbing the stairs with Bludgers wildly spinning everywhere made Cersia really want to stomp her foot in protest.

Instead, she only glanced at her new neighbors. She didn't smile. “You guys look...” What? Nice? Cersia, finally, allowed herself to roll her eyes. “Ugh, I'll get up at half time and leave as long as they stop with these ridiculous fireworks. There is a half time, right? I don't get Quidditch. All I know is that all this bat waving makes me nervous as all hell. Look at me! I'm almost paler than Ioanna. Aren't I?” Forcefully, Cersia leaned forward, sticking her peach skin beside Ioanna's face.

Look at that!”


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and wide, in a scarlet tide, the poppy's bonfire spread

Part of Poppy was growing more and more angry about being dismissed. What the hell made these lunatics cooler than her? And why on earth was Teddy allowing everyone to be so nonchalant with Sally, who was clearly obsessed in love with him? Something foreign was churning inside of Poppy's gut, and its fierce hold on her throat. Was this what made her mother toss and turn at night, or what sent dishes into the wall, porcelain shattering into glittering shards? Was this what made the tips of Carmen's quills break into her moleskin notebooks, bleeding ink across poems and fingerprints? Anger. Poppy glared at Theodore Wickham as if her eyes could set him ablaze if she wished it.

“Well it was super nice meeting you,” smirked Poppy. “I'll tell my mom you said hi.” Ugh, the worst. Why couldn't Poppy just shut up already? Her head was spinning a little. What was she drinking, anyway?

“Sally, come take your drink,” said Poppy, and she was surprised at the sternness in her voice, but only for a moment. She spun in her seat, forcing her back to the group. What was it that made them so cool, and since when was Alice Rowle anything other than a crooked-tooth Ravenclaw skirting the library for fun? Teddy would probably date her, too. Maybe he had a Ravenclaw fetish. Maybe Poppy wanted to kick his knee caps in.

Maybe she wasn't used to feeling angry, and she sort of liked the way that it felt, in a weird sort of way. She huffed, staring into her drink. Maybe drinking was a bad idea, after all, but it wasn't too late to find her mother and seek her comfort.

Or maybe it was. Poppy wasn't a baby anymore. She couldn't be. She sat up a little straighter, took another sip, and started daydreaming about how horrified Carmen would be once Poppy mentioned the man she had just met... oh, dear.
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Addie shifted her gaze over to Titine and Violetta as they entered the box, nodding to Titine and rolling her eyes at Violetta's comment. She sipped at her drink as the women contributed to the noise of the box, not caring much for the conversation.

The woman simply raised an eyebrow as Violetta nudged her, "who are you nudging? Certainly not little Addie Lumineux?" She offered a faint smirk to the other woman.

When would the fireworks stop? She'd used to love them, but now, in this setting, they just sounded like a battle. "Who else will be joining us up here?" Addie asked after a moment, shifting her eyes from the pitch to the others in the box. She wasn't sure how sociable she felt, but maybe it was good for her. This was her return to the world of the living, in a way. She'd need to remember how things worked.
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"I think maybe I'll work for the same department that Professor Salander works in," said Ioanna, "They do research, sort of replacing the Department of Mysteries that was destroyed. I have an internship there." She shrugged. "Or I might just take over my ma's bookstore. I own it, but I guess its closed for now."

The possibility that Ioanna could just return to the muggle world and forget all this nonsense was an attractive one. No one there knew about her. Sure, she remembered being regarded as "weird", but that was better than people knowing exactly what made you weird; but Ioanna also wanted to be recognized for something other than those things she couldn't control. She wanted the notoriety that Professor Salander had, removed from all the dark, terrifying things that people associated with her. The white picket fence and the one-point-seven children (United Kingdom average) decision might have already been made for her, but she couldn't forget just how easy life was going to be for her with a loaded family and a job opportunity already materializing.

Ioanna frowned.

"Who needs brats, though?" she said, more to herself, "I don't think I could handle trying to get anything done with a screaming bairn. To each his own, though."

Cersia Malfoy appeared out of the crowd, with flaming auburn hair enough to rival the bursting fireworks. Of course, she sat with them only reluctantly. She complained about the game and then stuck her arm in Ioanna's face, saying something about her nerves making her paler than Ioanna herself.

Ioanna glared at her arm incredulously. No one was paler than Ioanna. It was funny: she didn't even burn in the sun. Her father's bloodline ensured there was plenty of melanin in her skin. She just avoided the sun like a vampire. If she didn't, she could probably get a tan. Ioanna's skin was a sickly pallor that couldn't be pulled off by a little fright. She'd gotten into the habit of using makeup to imitate a more natural glow, but she hadn't bothered today. She was still tired from the search this morning, and she didn't give a damn what she looked like.

Ioanna was also aware that she might be being made fun of, but she didn't respond to Cersia. Once again, she found herself surrounded by beauty and grace she couldn't match. Already the uninteresting gray lump between two slices of bombshell, Cersia had just added a side of hot spicy chilli fries and--That analogy got away from me. I must be hungry. thought Ioanna. Whatever.

Ioanna felt out of her element. She didn't offer what these three girls had going for them. She wasn't sure she wanted what Carmen wanted, but it didn't matter: she couldn't have it. She could neither be what another person would want, nor could she give them what was needed. She was a lump, and she was starting to feel like she was in the wrong place.

Maybe she should just go buy a corndog or something and drown her feelings in a fizzy drink...
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There was something distinctly terrible about Cersia Malfoy, although Carmen supposed that it couldn't entirely be the girl's fault, and Min was mostly thankful that Cersia wasn't necessarily evil. Just petulant, like a little child, and extraordinarily rude, but Cersia had a kind heart buried somewhere underneath all of those layers of ice. She even flashed Carmen a smile now, not exactly warm, but it wasn't exactly awful, either. She was an enigma of burning red hair and a snippy attitude she usually focused into all of the wrong avenues: for example, that short-lived time she tried to build a resistance against the Hogwarts staff for actually no apparent reason. That was... weird.

But they had also been what, fifteen? Two years could do a lot to a person, and Cersia seemed ironed out, all the wrinkles and creases assessed in her personality. Carmen wasn't sure she could say the same, but she did feel bad for Ioanna, who seemed to fold into herself like a wilting flower. Carmen frowned, nudging Ioanna's side. “Why so quiet all of a sudden?”

Carmen didn't know much about Ioanna, admittedly, but she was a little sister, just like Poppy. Carmen's maternal instinct had flourished despite her mother's relative absences in her life, and it seemed as if she overcompensated, wanting to comfort every kid who looked forlorn at the Ravenclaw table. Carmen was a helicopter mother without even knowing what the term meant, and without even having her own children.

Her future kids were screwed, but perhaps Ioanna wouldn't mind the comfort for now.

“Hey, my mom's in one of those VIP boxes,” said Carmen casually, looking up. “I mean, if you guys wanted to try to find everyone we could go up. I could bring you guys as my guests. Unless... you'd rather stay,” Carmen smiled pointedly, glancing at Cersia.
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Emma Gray
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I SEE A BAD MOON RISING

Violetta Sparks was a train wreck, but she always had been. Emma found herself laughing openly at Addie's ridiculous facial expressions each time Violetta spoke. Snickering, Emma crossed the room and stared out at the game for a moment, looking for Alex in the crowd. At their height, it was easier to see the players, but it also helped to look at the projections streaming across the sky, focusing on each individual player. Information burst forward like fireworks but, thankfully, without the fanfare. Alex's number, burning in Swedish colors, preceded a clip of his face, hardened by concentration. Emma frowned, watching him without pulling away. Handsome but ragged, sweat pooled at his temples and streaked down his face in rivers. Emma exhaled heavily, wondering if, somewhere, Theodore Wickham could see.

“Everyone got the invite, Addie,” joked Violetta, and Emma cringed against her voice, walking closer to the edge of the VIP box. A rail pushed against her chest, silent pleading to stay put with her feet on the floor. Of course. Emma turned, glancing at the women in the box. Orion was watching her carefully, but slowly descending into madness... or at least the contents of the bar.

“My daughters, for one,” said Emma. “McKelveys. Weasleys. All people who could have gotten their own VIP boxes for all I know. I booked one for us and added the extras later. I don't know if you've heard, but Violetta is a cousin by marriage now. Aren't you, Violet?”

Violetta wiggled her obnoxiously glimmering diamond ring in Addie's face.

“So whoever pops up pops up. It happens with kids,” smirked Emma, turning back to face the game. A sick fascination was growing inside of her... and her eyes couldn't leave Alex DeWitt's face as he prepared. Prepared for what, though, Emma wasn't exactly sure.
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Carmen's question wasn't one Ioanna really wanted to answer, so she merely shrugged and said "I'm usually quiet." It was an innocent enough response, one that didn't give away the fact that she was a bit envious.

At Carmen's suggestion, however, Ioanna perked up--well, not exactly, but she did unfold herself a bit.

"It'd be nice to get out from under this sun," she said, squinting, though that wasn't really the reason. Really, she was just looking for a change of pace. The quidditch match was already starting to bore her.

It was then that her stomach growled audibly, and she felt it rumble inside her. Her eyes widened, shifted up at Carmen and then Rose. Her lips twitched; herself looking slightly mortified.

Maybe I can get something to eat on the way, she thought.
Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Feb 27 2015, 11:59:37 PM.
Posted ImageAll your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down
She's just like you
So why keep doing what you do
Why cut a friend
Posted ImageBut you were my favorite moment
Of our dead century
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For your little dreams
Oh no your heart can't grieve
Not for your little dreams
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Belle D'Eisney
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High on excitement, Belle danced through the crowd on her way to wherever her path might take her. She'd been on one side of the stadium already, but decided she needed a change of pace. Good thing there were no assigned seats for this match, or Belle would have gotten restless in one place.

Clutched in Belle's small hand was a piece of parchment addressed to her and apparently sent by Emma Gray. It was an invitation to a private box, and Belle could only assume she got an invite because Professor Gray was the cousin of Titine DuPont, who was Belle's aunt (through her first marriage) as well as Headmistress of her school.

Belle wasn't sure she wanted to go, though. She didn't know the story behind Belle's mother's falling out with her family, but she'd long ago stopped blaming them for what happened to her mother: She knew that her mother would have gotten involved with the doomed sting operation, no matter her standing with them; she knew that Headmistress Dupont had never even acknowledged Belle as her relative, which was fine--professionalism and all; and she knew the only reason she'd never sought out any contact from the French side of her family was her own sense of pride: whatever her mother had been when her last name was "Seydoux", Belle wanted to believe she was a hero and a saint. Belle wasn't the most inward-looking person in the world, but she recognized that the last thing she wanted was for that image of her mother to be shattered; she clung to it, not ever wanting that pure, shining vision of her mother in her mind to be tarnished with reality by someone who might have known her.

She spotted someone familiar standing against the rails. It was Melissa from the other day's match. Immediately, Belle waved her down and sprinted towards her. Her dress flared up in the wind that seemed to be generated by her own frantic pace, and she skidded to a halt just beside Melissa. Some guy had just been standing there, but he'd headed off to the bathroom, probably. Move your feet, loose your...place to stand.

She leaned against the railing and smiled brightly at Melissa.

"Hei!" Belle chirped, "It was Melissa, ja? Remember me? Belle? Japan doesn't stand a chance!"
Edited by Belle D'Eisney, Feb 28 2015, 02:09:21 AM.
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Melissa had silently sung along with the national anthem, as it ended she clapped along with everyone else. Sweden were going to win, they just had to really. She had painted their colours on her face and on her nails, her brothers had yelled about how it was patriotic of her and how she had to do it. Melissa had ignored them at first, until they said if she did they would leave her alone for the day.

Melissa scratched the side of her face as she glanced around the pitch wondering how much longer it would be. The match had to start soon. The referee was flying into place and speaking to the players, it would begin soon. A familiar voice called out from the side and Melissa turned her head only to see the girl from the other match running towards her. Melissa nodded her head once as a type of greeting.

“It was. I remember you.” Melissa said quickly turning back to look at the pitch. Her fingers gripped onto the rails as she scouted the crowds. “Sweden have got this in the bag.”
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and I’ll get what I need

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Carmen Gray-Winters
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Carmen made her mind up in a split second knee jerk reaction. “Alright, we're leaving. You guys are more than welcome to come, but I – ” Carmen what? It wasn't that she didn't want Cersia Malfoy to come meet her family. It was just that she really, really didn't want Cersia Malfoy to come meet her family. And Rose? Carmen hardly knew her, but she was at least human versus Cersia's boisterous personality. Regardless, Carmen stood up, squinting against the sun just like Ioanna. “You know, whatever. Follow me if you want to come.”

Cersia's sharp voice burst through the crowd. “I'll follow you for shelter, but after that, I'll find my own family, thanks very much. Although my cousins actually like you, which is weird. I think Allie's excited for your career training. You too, Ioanna. Young but shows promise – ”

“Right, right, I'm sure,” muttered Carmen, only half convinced that Aloisia and Lucius Malfoy's confidence in her had anything to do with her skill set.

“As referee for this game, it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to SWEDEN VERSUS JAPAN – THE LAST GAME of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup! Captains and Coaches, please shake hands.”

The crowd was palpable with bursting excitement, and Carmen quickly stood, glancing pointedly at Ioanna. “Quick, let's run up the stairs before shit hits the fan. Okay?” Somehow, Cersia's anxiety about rogue Bludgers was becoming contagious... either that, or Carmen was on the lookout for another flash of crimson. She was a heat-seeking missile, desperate for the comfort of family. Hopping up from her seat, Carmen began to climb the stairs, expecting that Cersia, Ioanna, and maybe Rose would follow behind.

Meanwhile, the crowd watched as, slowly, the Captains took to the air again, away from their teams, who had moved into formations.

“Let the match... begin!”

Carmen heard Cersia screech behind her as they quickly climbed the stairs. “God, it's a Quidditch game! Not a war zone!”

“Easy for you to say!” Cersia called back, rushing and squishing Ioanna between herself and Carmen. “I know you know what happened to Vera.”
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And hard, that out of Hell

leads up to Light
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Daisy Fitzroy
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BREAKER OF CHAINS

"Let the match... begin!"

A swift tap to the shoulder gave Daisy her reassurance. She scrambled to collect her thoughts, her heart leaping with fury as she parted her trembling lips. Now or never. Living as an icon meant having to rally with passion. Without her silver tongue, Daisy would have faded into existence, a large black blob of almost in everyone's memories.

She refused to be forgotten.

A high-pitched static screech rang through the crowd, effectively interrupting Vercetti's commentary and silencing her into the darkness.

"Brothers and sisters," Daisy's southern drawl echoed, "I wish to speak kindly to you. An age of terror is upon us - why has the Ministry allowed two high-ranking Amaranthine Sisterhood officials to roam freely while the children die? Where were they, when Precious Lestrange sat beneath their noses? To me, that sounds like a deal that couldn't be passed on.

"And if you think that's okay, well, go on, be my guest. But if you cannot tolerate the bigotry, the inequality, well, then you best come talk to the Vox."


There was a pregnant pause. Somewhere, Precious Lestrange was breathing fire.

"I would like to offer some words of counsel to a Camilla Draper and Precious Lestrange. Now, I'm sure we're all familiar with Mrs. Lestrange's... Philosophy of those, I say in her words, 'of lesser blood', so it should be of no surprise that she views myself and the Vox in an... Unflattering light.

"Lestrange and Draper work together to print a pretty picture for the Prophet, calling us 'anarchists', telling the public that we stir up trouble. Ain't that what the Ministry warned you about? That we're violent and hateful - and I resent those claims.

"We are peaceful. We are loving. We love everybody who loves us - but we don't love everybody who doesn't love us. We're peaceful with you as long as you're peaceful with us.

"But this notion escapes our Precious Lestrange. Which is why we are left with no option but pick up our wands.

"Why does the opinion of Undesirable Number One matter to the Ministry?

Stay awoke."
THEY USED TO SHOUT MY NAME, NOW THEY WHISPER IT
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