angry

"You--- WHAT?"

Odette didn't need to shriek, but compared to the amount of anger flowing through her veins, this loud voice was her holding back. "YOU'RE TRADING ME?" She continued, her hands flying into the air as her chair skidded backwards as she stood up.

"The Wanderers are offering a much bigger salary than the one we are giving you here," the team manager began to explain, ignoring her outburst as if she had taken this news well. After the years of having Odette MacFarlan as his seeker, he had gotten use to her dramatic flair. "And implied a captain position for you was very likely in a year or so you should look at this as a positive career move, Odette."

A positive career move? More money? Who did they think she was! Some-- some bint hell bent on being the shallowest rich person ever? She didn't care about-- just incase the public hadn't noticed, she could really care less about what they thought about her actions-- but she was not going to act like a person she wasn't!

"I don't want more money, I like it here!" Odette gritted through her teeth, ignoring the other man's waves to sit back down in her chair. She would not sit back down in his chair! And most importantly of all, become a carbon copy of Wadcock? No thank you. She would rather die than become what he had to her.

"I can't believe this!" she continued, now moving from her chair to pace angrily behind it. She had never been so insulted--- how dare they think that--- she hadn't heard a whisper of something like this happening, and almost always you did, but noo, they were effectively kicking her out for-- Odette viciously began to plot what horrible things she would do to the Magpies new fresh meat that was slated to take her place. See how they would like it when---

"I suggest you think about this a bit more," the manager continued, crossing his arms over each other as they lay on the desk. "Odette."

She sent him a glare, arms crossed with her back to him. She had thought about this, and yes, eventually leaving was ideal but not now! No, no, way in the future when she was tired of it, but now she wasn't.

"Why don't you talk to your father about this? I think he could give you some good advice," he suggested innocently enough. In hindsight, he probably thought he was helping calm down the situation, but it just set his disgruntled player into a new world of anger.

Odette felt her body begin to shake and her sight blur. How-- how-- her hands curled into tight balls. Her father? Her--- because he was so accomplished and knew everything and--- she was just obviously following in his footsteps, riding on his coat tails! He knew her so much better than she knew himself, obviously! Without a word, she ripped her coat of from the back of the chair, sending it to the ground in the process with a bang. With a fierce glare she threw the trade papers in her hands to the ground. She could make her own decisions, thank you very much.

FLUSTERED

"Wadcock," Odette hissed loudly as she inadvertently pressed her body closer to the door while stretching to see better through its window.

"Come on baby, let me in," Seth's voice cackled on the other side of the door, and she angrily watched him double over in laughter.

"Over my dead body!" Odette continued to hiss loudly as she pressed her nose to the door to inspect him. There he was, just standing there, all--- Seth Wadcock. Wearing his stupid fedora hat like he owned the world, leaning up against her door like he owned that too (he did not, she did thank you very much), all--- he had actually dressed up for this? Was he kidding? What did he think, she would just waltz out in her finest the moment he got here?

"How about just over you? I like being on top."

Her mouth dropped and Odette let out a disgusted noise in response. As if. Crossing her arms over her chest, she whirled to sit down on the floor, back against the door for support. She'd like to see him get in now.

"Aw, come on Odette, play nice."

She could still hear him laughing.

Crossly, Odette pulled her legs up to her chest before yelling, "GO AWAY!" Honestly, she had half a mind flooing a Hit-Wizard right now to say she had stalker trying to break into her house and the Ministry needed to get here right away before he broke in and---

What, no response? In those few moments, he had stopped talking. In fact, all noise from outside stopped all together. Curiosity getting the better of her, Odette slowly stood up and peaked through the window again.

No way.

Astonished, Odette unlocked the door, first opening it a little, then swinging it open fully. Well then. It seemed that he had finally caught a hint and moved on to other prey. Good luck to them. She felt her mood pick up substantially until---

"You left your backdoor unlocked," his voice rang behind her, and Odette froze. Eventually, she turned to see Seth standing in the middle of her foyer with his thumb still in the air pointing back behind him.

He was in her house, never, had she ever thought that--- how, how did he get inside her house with his fedora wearing self! Her hands curled and her shoulders tensed as he walked toward her. How dare he, coming here and--- Odette lifted her arms, ready to smack, kick, scratch, do anything to get him away from her. But before she could lay a finger on him, a light breeze came up from behind her, forcing a very important fact on her.

She was still outside. Odette continued to stand perfectly still as she suddenly realized that she still on her front step. In the real world. Where pictures could be taken. And gossip was started.

Ohhh, she hated him.

"Come on cupcake, we have a free dinner reservation to make," Seth mused happily, walking out the door and closing it. Scandalized, she watched as he strongly locked his arm with hers, leading her awkwardly down the steps (of course she prevented him in every way possible that could be construed as normal).

Just wait until they were there and she had plenty of forks to stab him with.

crying

This---- was--- so--- stupid.

And she knew, she knew how fucking stupid she was acting, yet here she was, crying like a fool on the floor in the middle of her flat. It had all happened to suddenly, one minute she had been fine, and then the next an unusual anxious feeling had overcome her, which then turned into a mass hysteria type thing! What was fucking wrong with her, she could perform in front of thousands of fans on the pitch but, blonde hair? That threw her over the edge?

Against her will, Odette felt her chest heave harder, as if wanting to see just how much water she could spill out through her eyes. Or see how long she could go without breathing. It felt like she couldn't breathe, either.

Panic attack! She was having panic attack! Normal people got them all the time, didn't they? One of her fans had gotten one right in front of her once when she had gone to a signing meet and greet with the team, so--- now Odette was reduced to the likes of a hysterical girl that couldn't calm down at the sight of people.

Great. Simply peachy, that was the analogy to make her feel better.

Suddenly, a loud banging erupted from the door. Which door, she wasn't sure, with the front door in the same direction from her as the loo, so this new banging was either Noah attempting to break down the front door or the hippocampus attempting to break down the bathroom door. To off her misery and eat her. Most likely. She really had no idea what a waterhorse's diet entailed, but she did know she hadn't fed it at all since staying in her bathtub.

"ODETTE!"

So the wizard chomper hadn't escaped from it's area--- yet. Though now she would have much rather dealt with that than Noah Boot. Odette quickly decided that she would rather willingly welcome the people eater than get up and open the door to face him, because then at least then Noah wouldn't be able to see her like this, a ridiculous blonde mess sprawled across ground like she was dying.

She was dying.

"What?" Odette sobbed loudly, picking her head up from the ground slightly to look at the front door. She was swearing off going out ever again, right now. Things like this were not suppose to happen! Was this punishment for being a night whore? For always going out, and drinking, and partying and--- her eyes shot wide open as the door burst open, Noah standing on the other side.

Fuck, this was so pathetic.

She looked at him with wide eyes, expressing nothing less than a completely caught face. This... was awkward. After a few moments, her lip began to wobble and Odette's hands vaguely shifted to trying to cover her hair, wipe her face, and eventually trying to cover her face entirely. When none of that deemed effective, her body did the only thing it had been doing for the last twenty minutes.

A fresh new wave of loud sobs filled her, and Odette didn't even try to hold them back.

Fuck. Her. Life.

innocent

"Hey there."

Odette couldn't help but let her eyes widen over her drink. The West Sumpter was talking to her? In this place, an event full of much more famous and accomplished Quidditch players than herself (not for long! She was officially on the starting line up this season, so--), and he had decided to slide on over to her and spark a conversation.

Because West Sumpter could do that.

He was much older. And very attractive. Not to mention famous for purely being attractive. And for being an excellent Beater. But most importantly West Sumpter was single.

Alright, she would allow this to happen.

"Hi," she smiled, suddenly feeling very sensuous in the dress she was wearing as he openly stared at her. West pushed a piece of hair out of her face as she spoke, not-so-obviously hiding the fact that the back of his hand lingered on her face for a few seconds.

"Magpies, right?" he titled his head back to the bar as he spoke to her, motioning slightly for another drink--- which appeared in his hand within seconds. Odette took a breath, mostly to calm her head down so she would have the ability to speak smartly again. The alcohol in her blood didn't help, and neither did his presence.

"Yes--- Odette MacFarlan," Odette managed to sound well under control, even perhaps in control of the conversation. A complete opposite of her insides at that point, but he didn't need to know that. Thinking it was important to show she was interested, a coy smile formed on her face as she batted her eyelashes slowly.

"West Sumpter. Let's have a chat, shall we?" Without waiting for a response, West hooked his arm around her waist, giving Odette only seconds to grab her drink before he directed her to a more private section of the event.

Over West's arm Odette managed to peek at the people as they walked by, and to her pleasure, nearly half of the men and women there had their eyes on the two of them as they walked by. And if she was not mistaken, a certain green emotion was spread all across their faces.

Ohhh, she could get use to this.

The thought that she should bring attention about this new development to him crossed her mind, but Odette firmly decided against it. He only needed to know how confident, sexy, amazing, and in-control she was, and that kind of comment was not someone all those things would say. So instead, she pressed herself closer to him as they walked, and immediately sat on his lap instead of the open seat next to him once they sat down.

"Right where I was going," West commented, a large smile on his face, and Odette couldn't help but smile back as she got his approval. See? What could go wrong?

baby

She never wanted to have her own children.

Yes, Odette was fairly certain of that as she held back Terry as far as possible away from her, dangling, while they waited for Noah to return from--- whatever he was doing. It wasn't that babies weren't cute, or anything like that (though that definitely was not the case for some), just that she had absolutely no desire whatsoever to give birth. Or get pregnant. Honestly she didn't want to get fat. The constant glee of buying cute new things was a plus, but did not out weigh the incredible cons of birth equaling death in her mind.

However if anyone asked her mother, Odette was simply waiting for just the right future father for her perfect little darling-to-be.

No, a baby was not worth all this hassle, she did not find it rewarding to put her body through everything that it went through, and then feeding it, and then keeping it happy, and catering to it's every need...

It was just a lot of work. And for what! How the hell were you suppose to know that the kid would even turn out right? You could try your hardest, be the best parent ever, and still end up with-- Odette stopped herself before she finished what she knew she was going to think.

That was wrong Odette, you have one of them in your arms. She at least had to wait until later when they were in different rooms.

Not that Terry wouldn't turn out that way. She looked at him as he stayed still, quiet like a good little--- thing, just lazily blinking back at her. She supposed he wasn't all that bad: definitely wouldn't turn out to be a loser, at least. Of course her opinion of him had been drastically different when it had finally sunk in that she was dating someone who had a child.

Yes, that had been... Odette reached for the right word. Pandimonium? A disaster. Basic chaos. It hadn't helped that at the same time her mother had suddenly decided to believe she was having an adulterous affair with Seth Wadcock and an extremely large water animal had housed itself in her loo.

"Never get really drunk and buy and or steal a hippocampus," Odette stated aloud, looking pointedly at the baby in her hands. "If I teach you one thing, remember that," she reaffirmed, nodding her head slightly. Terry looked at her for a few moments, and then--- proceeded to hiccup spit all over her.

Yep, never having children.

working

This game was going on four hours. Not one opportune sighting of the snitch by either her or the other seeker, who, by the by, had gotten struck by lightning twenty minutes ago. Her hands had long turned numb from the cold and it was impossible to differentiate between sweat and the rain that had been pouring down nonstop from the sky since the beginning whistle. Usually rain was something she looked forward to experiencing in a game... but raindrops practically the size of grapefruit was a bit ridiculous. She did also not appreciate that the water repellant charm on her googles was starting to fade.

Another shiver went down her spine as she sat up straight on the broom to unclench her muscles, but she quickly reverted back close to it as she felt something come up from behind her.

"GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR MACFARLAN!" Seth Wadcock rushed by like a gust wind, nearly unseating her as he jostled by. Really, was that necessary? Too frustrated to retaliate in a physical way, Odette gripped her broom tightly as she flew to follow him.

"I'M WORKING ON IT!" Odette screamed over her shoulder, her hair joining to whip her face with the rain. Seth brandished his bat at her in an aggressive way, and if they weren't in a hurricane rain storm fifty meters up in the air in the middle of a game, she would have flipped him off.

"CALL A FUCKING TIME OUT ALREADY!" she screeched, throwing her arm out at him as she spoke. Another crack of lightening shook the stadium, and Odette pulled her arm back immediately with a weary glance to the sky. She gritted her teeth once he shook his head. Fine. Using his own leg for as a pad, Odette roughly forced her right foot on his left leg to push off--- almost like the boost one would receive from pushing off the ground. It worked wonders; not only was he farther away from her now, but it also sent her zooming at a faster speed.

Right. Find that bloody ball. No big deal, not like it wasn't huge and slow. Oh wait.

Deciding that perhaps the snitch had taken to following a chaser (she had encounter a couple that liked to do that), she whizzed toward the middle of the game. Faintly acknowledging that the other seeker was nearby, she became too distracted with the constant onslaught of bludgers to fully focus on the snitch. After what felt like ages of dodging, ducking and rolling, she finally heard the faint sound of the whistle come from below.

Thank fucking Merlin.

Once close to the ground, Odette jumped off her broom, her feet meeting the field in an absorbed, sunken landing. Stumbling to not fall on her face, her feet dragged through the mud as her legs ached to go forward. The tent-- with effort she pulled off her goggles with her free hand before ducking under the tent. Everyone's hair was plastered to their faces as hers was, their robes completely drenched--- she knew this because all of them had turned at once to face her when she walked in.

"Odette! We've been at this for hours! I don't know how much longer I can pretend like scoring matters!" Maggie Brand snapped, the first to address her. It was true, when Odette had flown in, the scores were somewhere around the high four-hundreds.

"Have you not seen it at all?" Thomas McCormack demanded, his eyes tightening into two condescending slits. That was encouraging.

"We should've had more time outs before this one," Drystan Fawcett glowered, watching Seth out of the corner of his eye. Their captain stood with his arms crossed and his lips pursed. Odette really did not want to hear whatever he had to say.

"Are you doing this purposely?" he asked in a serious tone, which sent the entire tent into a new round of unruly protests and noises of disgust.

The only one who hadn't voiced their opinion was Drake Parkin, who had taken to rewrapping his hands in silence, away from everyone else. Odette watched him for a few moments, tuning out the three prodding chasers surrounding her. She had always respected Drake for his ethic of never getting sucked into the drama that went along with the game, and right now it seemed like a very good method to adopt.

"I am trying my best," she responded firmly, snapping back to reality. With that, Odette whipped around and back into the rain, intent on waited there until the whistle blew. Probably not one of her best storming out episodes in hindsight, but it did give her enough solitude time to focus and fix her googles.

Back up in the air, she felt a new motive instilled in her. Granted, she had felt defeated earlier, but now she had the disgruntled faces of her teammates spurring her along. Not that they had been that bad, but it helped.

And suddenly, there it was. Hovering under Drake's left foot. How long had it been there? That didn't matter. She just needed to--- where was the other seeker? Feeling a jolt of panic run through her, Odette looked around wildly to see that he was on the other side of the pitch. Was his broom on fire? She blinked for a second, then refocused. Later. She would be able to make it there before he did.

Without a second thought, she arched down low to her broom and sped off. With no opposing seeker to worry about and surprisingly minimal bludgers to doge, Odette successfully wrapped her cold fingers around the golden snitch a minute after she had spotted it. Now she could go check out that fire situation.

drunk

Drystan Fawcett had been about to head to bed when he heard a commotion coming from the common room entrance. More weary than intrigued, he craned his neck in hopes of getting a glimpse of whatever it was that he potentially did or did not want to witness. Slughorn had hosted one of his club parties earlier in the evening, which Drystan himself had been in attendance before leaving early for reasons, so the possibility that it was simply the beginning of stranglers returning home was likely.

Definitely not wanting to get caught in that, Drystan turned and began to walk toward the door that lead to his year's dormitory, and he almost made it, too, until an all-too-significant giggle caught his ears. Without a thought, he turned back, and it only took a second for him to think.... how should he judge this stumbling image in front of him? Would it be appropriate to laugh or be concerned? He suppressed a sigh instead.

"Odo," he said lightly, and he watched as his friend's eyes went wide and her lips pull back when he said her name. Drystan could tell she was trying to stay as perfectly normal and still as she could, but that was a difficult task to accomplish when you didn't have control of your body.

"I'm drunk Drystan!" Odette shouted in a high pitched-voice, suddenly giving up her cover and throwing her arms up in the air. "I mean--" she started, her head now wobbling just as much as her legs. "I am not drunk," she continued, her voice dipping to a lower tone. She slowly shook her head, and leaned heavily into the wall beside her. "Not," she finished as firmly as a intoxicated person could, finger pointed. Odette teetered in her heels, losing balance before sloppily regaining it again. A funny look appeared on her face, with her lips spread wide in a caught expression.

"Don't tell anyone," she whispered, putting her index finger to her lips before crouching down to her knees, and eventually slipping to the floor.

Drystan, per his nature, did not respond and did not show any overt emotion concerning the display in front of him. Instead, he shook his head and quickly closed the gap between them. "How did you even manage getting in here?" he said in a low tone, reaching down to pick Odette up from her elbows. He immediately noticed that she was completely covered in a sticky, smelly liquid--- vinegar from the barrels outside. "I see it took you a couple tries," he drawled, something of a smirk forming on his face.

Odette fidgeted as he pulled her back to her feet, a pout plastered across her face.

"Drystan! I forgot how many knocks was with Hel-- Helga. It's-- it sounds like one!" Odette started, her hands flailing wildly despite her arms being held firmly in place. "Hel- ga. And then--- WHOOSH!" She waved her hands up and down in a liquidly motion, shaking her body in the same manner.

He couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle at her expressive story telling. "And now you smell horrible," he concluded, gingerly releasing Odette again in hopes of getting her to walk on her own.

"I do," she agreed miserably, and lunged forward to lounge on top of the closest armchair. She spread her arms wide across the piece of furniture, planting her face into the fabric.

"Are you getting up anytime soon?" he asked after a few moments, already knowing the answer.

"No," Odette replied stubbornly, and inched her body closer to the chair.

"Alright, then."

Drystan grabbed Odette's body without warning and heaved her up (though there wasn't much to heave when it came to her), setting her nice and proper, standing straight and all. "Maybe it's time to go to bed," he suggested, though his stern tone was lost as he watched her purposely shake herself like she had just gotten out of a particularly cold pool of water.

Odette took one step forward, and veered off head-first dangerously close into hanging plant. Drystan leapt to grab her again, and she let out a shriek the moment he touched her.

"You're cold," she declared, clearly vandalized. He rolled his eyes, and roughly began half-carrying her across the room. Odette let out a couple of squeaks as they went, but eventually got bored with that and went silent by the time they made it to through to the sixth year door, too quietly for his liking.

"MAAAATTT MATTT! MATT! MATTHEW!" she randomly began to shout, giving no heed to the fact that only one of the people she was in the process of waking up was named Matt. Startled and alarmed, Drystan did all he could with his hands already full; he jiggled and jostled her until she stopped screeching. When he finally got her attention and formed a questioning glare, a wily smile appeared on her face.

"He likes me," she said slyly, and for that response, Drytsan jockeyed her one more time for good measure. She slouched in his grasp, dissolving into a fit of giggles.

"Nora's going to kill me," she sighed, her eyes obviously becoming heavy as she blindly reached through Drystan's arms to put her palm on the door.

"I'm going to kill you," Drystan responded gruffly, and opened it for her. This was going to be a long night.

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