Who: Ludo Bagman and Kalista Rosier
Where: Slytherin bleachers out on the pitch
What: Snarkfest '79...or was it Snogfest '79?
When: Monday evening, late
Ludo was cursing the entire way down to the Pitch; somehow he'd forgotten his charms text down in the Hufflepuff locker room after practice...why on earth he brought it to practice in the first place he had no idea but now he was backtracking just so he could finish writing a bloody essay that he'd put off for the past week. Pulling his sweater closer to his body, he quickly tore through his locker to find it before exiting back onto the pitch. He stood there momentarily, looking up at the moon. He let out a slow sigh, thinking about the events of his previous Quidditch match--why he and Ralph had gotten into such a huge fight Ludo would never understand. Of course Miranda was important to Ralph but being so overly passionate about it, to the point of wanting to beat the tar out of someone else just didn't make sense to him.
He was about to leave the stadium when something shining in the dull moonlight caught his eye--up near the top of the Slytherin stands was a blonde witch, chin resting in the palm of her hand, looking deep in thought. This was almost too good...what were the odds of Ludo running into someone out here so late? He headed for the stairs up to the bleachers, deciding that this was worth a bit of investigation.
Fucking
men.
No, wait, that was giving Antonin way too much credit. He wasn't a
man, he was a
boy. A confused little boy who didn't know what the fuck he wanted out of life. She really just...she didn't understand him. He had told her
everything, and he had shared every secret he ever had with her, and he gave her his
journal! Not the journal that everyone else could read, but the one he kept when he was younger, that explained why he was so distant and why he was so...well, odd. There was no denying that. But Kalista liked that he was mysterious, and she
liked that she was the only one who knew certain things about him, and she
liked how angry he got whenever she asked him how her skirt looked because she knew he didn't give a shit about fashion. Not that said skirt ever stayed
on for very long, but that totally wasn't the point.
She had decided to take a walk to clear her head, and found herself in a spot that caused her to think about Antonin even more than she had been
before. It was as though she had no control over her legs as they made her climb up the steps to the Slytherin bleachers, taking a seat on the middle row as she looked out over the playing field. Her lips were shaped into the form of a frown, leaning forward to press her chin into her palm as she stared down at the grass that was so far down. She really hoped that no one would spot her up there, since she was so far away from the rest of the school. Technically, she was supposed to be on patrol, but had decided to take...um, a detour. But, apparently, she wasn't the only one wandering around the campus. Her eyes darted over to the side as she heard the approaching footsteps jumping slightly. When she realized who it was, she gave a roll of her eyes and huffed, scowling as she brought her arms closer to her stomach, trying to keep herself warm. "What the hell do you want, Bagman?"
He brought his hands up to feign innocence, his left hand holding his charms text tightly. "Nothing. Just saw someone up here and thought I'd investigate. I'm a curious creature," he said, now standing about a row below her. He took a seat, trying to distance himself until he knew for sure that she actually wanted him hanging around. "Any particular reason that you're sitting out here in the freezing cold so late at night?" And now he was prying. Ludo set the book down next to him before leaning back on the bleacher row behind him, elbows propping him up on that surface as he looked over at Kalista. She was a very pretty girl, even though the two of them had never been acquainted in the past few years. It didn't matter much, though; Ludo had always had a soft spot for blonde witches.
She gave a light scoff as she looked to him again out of the corner of her eye. "You're a nosy pain in the ass, is what you are." Her feet rose up so she could place them on the bleacher infront of her, trying to ignore the fact that he was still sitting there. As though him talking to her in her journal wasn't bad enough, he was out there when she was just trying to get
away from everyone. But he was still talking to her, and she obviously wasn't going to be able to shake him by ignoring him, since she had
tried that before. Besides, she needed someone to lash out at. "I'm
thinking, alright? I know it's a foreign concept to you, but it
happens. I wanted to get out of that fucking castle because everyone is so happy and cheery and lovey dovey and I just want to fucking scream because I hate every single one of them." Those piercing eyes turned to look over at the blonde who was still sitting there. "Is that enough information for you, or are you going to continue to investigate?" The words were spat at him, her hand going to run through her hair to get it out of her face.
Ludo laughed. Really, it wasn't that funny that she was having such a bad time with everyone around the school but those were some of the same thoughts he'd been having over the past few weeks. "Depends. I suppose it would be a bit pathetic if I said I agree with you on the lovey dovey bit," he said as he examined his finger nails casually before looking back over at her. "I've had enough of the whole damn castle to last a lifetime," he tacked on, not really sure where this conversation was going to lead. He probably should've said something back about the thinking thing but...well, he did ask for a bit of snark from her in the journals, so he probably deserved it. And he knew for a fact, though he rarely divulged the information, that he was pretty thick when it came to everything past knocking a bludger with a bat. He smirked a bit to himself as he gave her a quick once over; she wasn't bad...for a Slytherin. "So are you always this big of a bitch when you talk to people?"
Kalista heaved a heavy sigh, looking out at the Quidditch field. She imagined the Slytherin players flying around, and there was Antonin, just...being
him, but in her mind he was getting hit very hard with a bludger. Her eyes narrowed as the ball made impact with her recent ex, not even paying much attention to what Ludo was saying. She
heard him, but she did have a lot on her mind. It wasn't until he spoke again after a pause did she look over to him, a brow arching as she looked at him. "Usually. So are you always this big of a pain when
you talk to people? Oh, wait, that's right. You're known for not saying anything at all, right? At least that's what I've heard." She smirked at her reference to the whole Miranda situation, turning to look out at the field again. "Honestly, if you were going to randomly snog someone, you could have chosen someone better than
Dodderidge. She's a complete tart. Why anyone would even bother fighting over her I'll never know."
"Sometimes, depends on whether or not I ate my Wheaties that morning," he mused, looking across the pitch at approximately the spot he'd had the shit kicked out of him by Merridew. He rubbed at his lower rib subconsciously; the pain there had subsided and Madam Pomfrey had mended the bones, but when he thought about it it felt as if Merridew had just taken that first kick at him. He conveniently ignored the jab about Miranda until he could get his thoughts together about the entire situation. "Well, if I'd known that a random snog with her would lead to the whole school flipping their lid, I wouldn't have even bothered." He wouldn't go as far as to call Miranda a tart, but he didn't call Kalista on it either. Maybe he was still a bit bitter about everything that happened. "I think Merridew was doing the majority of the fighting, though. By the time he stuck his big nose into it I was over the entire situation with her." Ludo didn't care if his opinion was extremely biased and one sided; if Ralph had just left it all alone, things would be fine. There would've been no fight in the hall, no fight on the pitch. Hell, by the time the other bloke reacted everything had seemed to cool down for Ludo. He let out a sigh; it didn't do any good to dwell on the past. "So, how about you? Care to divulge your reasons for hating everything right now? Past the generalization of everyone being happy and in love."
Her face fell when he asked her about her 'reasons' for hating everything. "You must be a fucking
idiot if you don't know why I'm so pissed off right now." She folded her arms tighter over her chest, shivering a little bit as a cold wind brushed against her cheeks. She sat in silence for a moment or two, mentally debating with herself whether she should just tell him. She needed to tell
someone, and damn it he was right
there, and she hadn't even talked to Cecilia about it and...fucking hell. "Antonin Dolohov." The name, being spoken outloud made her clench her jaw, placing her feet back down to lay them flat on the bleachers. "That's my reason for hating everything right now. He's such..." she snarled and brushed her hair back, turning to face Ludo. "He's just this pain in the ass who thinks he can do whatever he want, and that other people's feelings don't mean shit, and he has reasons for being disconnected with the rest of the world but God damn it he can't just...
connect and then disconnect because he needs to figure shit out, it's fucking stupid, and he's a fucking asshole and I just..." she bit at the inside of her cheek before she scoffed, and waved everything off with her hand. "Whatever." She obviously was more effected than this than she wanted everyone to believe.
At the risk of getting smacked, Ludo stood up and moved to sit next to her after she stopped talking. He could hear the frustration in her voice; and he wasn't stupid, he could tell from her body language that she was very put off by everything at that moment. "I'm sorry that he couldn't see past his own worries," he said off handedly. She was a very pretty girl; if he was Dolohov, he would have kept a better eye on her. His loss, though. He watched her as she shivered a bit and felt bad that he didn't have a coat to offer. He paused, almost ready to say something but not quite formulating the words creating a strong tension in the air around them.
He always liked to think of himself as a man of action. And rather than comforting her with some bull shit prose, he decided to try and take her mind off of her worries the best way he knew how. Carefully, he moved his hand up to her cheek, brushing the escaped hair back behind her ear. She had gorgeous eyes--a very light, piercing blue. He studied her face before slowly leaning in, pressing his lips softly against hers. Did he mention that Ludo Bagman is also a creature of habit, regardless of the past consequences of those actions?
She couldn't help but furrow her brows as he moved closer to her, sitting up straighter than she had been as she watched his actions. "Yeah, well...it's over and done with." Or, that's what she had to keep telling herself. If she kept forcing herself to be reminded that they were over, than she would be able to move on. It was just a stupid school relationship, wasn't it? Kalista had never been one to stay in a relationship that lasted longer than maybe a week, if anything. But she had lasted almost a
year with Antonin. A fucking
year and now it was over because he needed time to
think? Ugh, she just...she couldn't get over it.
Those eyes followed his hand as it moved against her cheek before they narrowed with curiosity. "What ar--" her words were cut off as he pressed his lips against her own, leaving her stunned and still. Her eyes shut for a moment before she pulled back. Her automatic reaction was to glare at him, because...he had just fucking kissed her. But it was...it wasn't
horrible, and she was
miserable. Why not just use it? So, her features softened as she rose a brow, tilting her head to the side. "You just don't fucking learn, do you?" Before he could say anything more, she had leaned forward to kiss him again, her hand moving up to curl her fingers around his golden locks, the other hand pulling on his sweatshirt to bring him closer to her. She
was going to get over Antonin. That was a
fact, and she was going to randomly snog whoever she wanted.
Even if he
was a Hufflepuff. Ugh, she had to keep pushing that to the back of her mind, not wanting to think about it. He was a cute boy who was showing her the attention that she deserved.
Ludo definitely agreed that she deserved the attention--though he would probably add that he needed it just as much as she did. When she moved her fingers into her hair
ugh that was something a bird hadn't done in...well, a long time. He didn't want to think of his lack of proper snogs in the past year or so. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in to him, wanting her to be as close as he could possibly get her. He moved the pads of his fingers against the smooth material of her shirt just at her waist as he deepened the kiss. He was going to make this worth her time and memorable, he decided. He was tempted to slip one of his hands under the hem of her shirt, but held himself in check lest he get smacked smartly across the cheek and kicked down the entire set of bleachers. His pride wasn't in for another major spill like that.
Her grip on his shirt tightened as he deepend the kiss, shutting her eyes tightly as she moved her tongue against his own, keeping herself close to him. It took a few moments for her to move both of her hands, and skillfully move around him as she kept the kiss going, standing infront of him before she lifted one leg at a time to straddle him on the bench, her arms going around his neck. It was exactly the position she had been in when she had first sunk her claws into Antonin. She remembered it vividly, them both talking about a dictionary, Antonin pretending to be completely uninterested until she moved ontop of him. But it wasn't as though Ludo knew that. Not that she cared at the moment, since she wasn't trying to sink
anything into Bagman. He was just there for her to snog, and feel, and he was there to feel
her because she just needed
something to feel good. And fuck, this really did. It was...surprisingly good, actually. Her hands moved to his shoulders, pressing her knees into the bleacher as she rose up a bit so she was above him, causing him to tilt his head back to kiss her. Her fingers moved along his jawline, traveling down his neck to the collar of his sweatshirt, curling her fingers beneath it as her other hand moved to go back to his hair. She had a thing with hair, and she really couldn't help but want to pull it.
He let out a slow breath as she slowly straddled him. Oh Merlin's bloody white beard this had taken a turn that he
really hadn't expected. He wrapped an arm around her thighs his palm flat against the bare skin there, his fingers pressing firmly against her leg. He wasn't exactly trying to feel her leg up, just making sure that if she happened to slip while sitting on her knees that she wouldn't fall too far. In the meantime, he decided that if she was adventurous enough to straddle him, he could certainly explore a bit himself. Hoping his fingers weren't cold (or maybe that would end up being a good thing...), he slowly pushed his fingers under the hem of her shirt, letting the calloused surface move across the smooth skin of her stomach. A shiver ran down his spine as she once again grabbed at his hair; she could do whatever the hell she wanted to, he decided, as long as they didn't stop kissing anytime soon. There was a reason he always liked the Quidditch pitch, and now he knew why. This was decidedly his new favorite spot in the whole bloody castle grounds.
Well, of
course his fingers were cold, it was fucking
freezing outside. That explained why she let out a sort of whimper against his mouth as he touched her, feeling her body give a shudder because of the new skin to skin contact. She could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. They were deep, and heavy, much like her own. This was going to last for quite some time, and she wouldn't stop kissing him until
she was ready to stop. And from what she could tell, that wasn't any time soon.
After a few more minutes (she couldn't even be too sure how many, she had lost track of time) she lowered herself back down to sit on his thighs, slowing down the kiss until her hands were both placed on his chest, pulling back. Her teeth gently grazed his bottom lip as she did so, keeping her mouth close to his, even though she didn't kiss him again. No, instead she opened her eyes and looked into his own once they were open again, and focused on her. "Ludo..." she started, looking down at his lips before she looked back to his eyes. "If you ever tell
anyone about this...I will fucking kill you. Understood?" She rose her brows slightly before she grabbed his wrists, moving his hands away from her before she placed her hands on his shoulders again, using them as support as she swung her leg around so she was standing. She fixed the bottom of her skirt before she walked past him, not even glancing at him as she made her way to the stairs.
Holy fucking
shit.
Oh God, that thing with her
teeth...Ludo could hardly focus, she had him so riled up at that moment. He breathed slowly as he looked into her eyes, nodding dumbly as she spoke. Wait--what, what had he just agreed to?! Fuck, she was gone before he could even get a word in to her. "For what it's worth, Dolohov is a fucking idiot," he called out behind her. His heart was probably in the right place, but all he could focus on at that moment was the way that her skin felt, the way that she smelt, her fingers in his hair the nails grazing at his scalp. Oh and her arse as she swivelled down the stairs--that was nice, too. He wanted to throw out an offer for seconds but...perhaps that was a bit too forward. Ludo, thinking before acting? The world certainly had turned upside down in the past hour or so. Kalista Rosier...Ludo smirked to himself before leaning back on his elbows once more, letting himself drift off into thought.
