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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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MVP!
[info]llewellyns
2011-03-22 01:07 am UTC (link)
Carys smirked as she chewed the cube of cheese she just popped into her mouth. The party was in full-swing, and while she really wasn't dressed for the occasion, she didn't mind much. She hadn't been in the championship match, so what did it matter?

She was a very graceful loser because of the fact that she didn't really care about winning. It was great, she appreciated every moment that her team was successful, but just being able to play at the highest level of quidditch brought her such great joy that she could go join the Chudley Cannons and be happy.

...okay, maybe not, but that was the idea.

However, her latest prognosis was giving her a bit of a dilemma. The healers were still hesitant to let her back onto a broomstick and while Carys was pretty good at following her trainer's advice, she was getting antsy. Plus, the potions were only helping the constant migraines so much, which was why she'd been wearing sunglasses throughout the match (how had she never noticed that the stadium lights were so bloody bright?) and it was nearly half an hour into the party before she realized she'd still been wearing them.

She saw another hand reaching for a plate and Carys didn't look up as she contemplated, "Swiss or cheddar? I'm not having too much fun with the Gouda. It's not...good-a, ha!" When she looked up to see how cringe worthy her pun was, Carys' grin cracked at the sight of Drake Parkin.

"What's the MVP eating tonight?"

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