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m a g n o l i a ([info]maggiepie) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2011-03-21 20:33:00


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Entry tags:adrian mattias, carys llewellyn, drake parkin, group, heidi twilfit, henry wadcock, magnolia mattias, mirabelle jasper, odette boot, seth wadcock

Party Post! - Sunday Night
"MONTROSE MAGPIES, THE 1982 BRITISH AND IRISH LEAGUE CHAMPIONS!"

Oh, Maggie would never get tired of hearing that. As trying as the past few weeks, months had been, seeing her stadium (her stadium) lit up with fireworks and fans and just---it was amazing, it was the best feeling she'd ever had in the whole entire world. She was a champion! Her team, they were champions! Oh, she loved her team, she really did. As much as they annoyed her all the time, they had definitely suffered through enough embarrassment and humiliation to last a lifetime and it just made them all work so much harder to get to this place.

The celebration party was set for the pitch of Montrose Stadium, a great white, billowing tent was set up almost immediately after the teams had come off the pitch, and after two hours of interviews and awards (Drake won the game M.V.P.! Maggie had jumped onto his back mid-interview), she was now dressed like a a bloody rockstar. She definitely felt like one, and would continue to feel this way all the way until next year's championship.

She felt a hand on her elbow and Maggie twisted, her eyes batting with a great smile, "What a match, huh?"


[OOC:] You can either tag at the party, or comment as if it were a news post! Interactive fun~



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[info]cockaigne
2011-03-22 01:04 am UTC (link)
Odette was by no means a friendly person in nature, but tonight? Oh, tonight she was everyone's best bloody friend. Hugs, tackles and handshakes were a plenty, and she didn't bat an eyelash to who received what. It didn't matter! None of it really matter, because they had won, they'd finally won and no one could take this unrealistic feeling away from her. A cup win! And her father had been there to witness it all. Merlin, it couldn't have been any better.

She honestly just couldn't believe it. This season, playoffs--- her team! Odette had never been so proud of her teammates. And the best part was she wasn't even drunk! Nope, she was going to remember this entire night. From the moment she elbowed her way in front of the Wasps' seeker to catch the snitch until she went to bed tomorrow night (there was going to be absolutely no sleeping with the high she was on right now). It was beautiful, everything was beautiful. It felt like there were stars in her eyes, her body floating as she walked and her mind had completely detached itself.

"HI!" Odette gushed, throwing her arms around the person that had approached her before looking closely at their face. It was someone she recognized, at least, and that was all she needed to know. It wasn't another reporter that would find her actions inappropriate.

And at least she had managed to part herself from the snitch. For the first good hour after the match concluded, her fingers had refused to unlatch themselves from the tiny gold ball. Maybe she would make it into a necklace. Oh or a headband!

"I'm going to make the snitch into a headband!"

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