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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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Mira! + anyone else who wants to deal with him.
[info]wadcock
2011-03-23 02:21 am UTC (link)
If you thought Seth Wadcock was a smug obnoxious bastard on an average day, then tonight wasn't going to help his argument against his case at all. Although he really couldn't help it. The Magpies had just won the Championship Cup. He had just won the Championship Cup for the second time. Twice he had been to the cup, and twice he had won. Really, nothing could kill his mood at the moment.

He was so happy that he didn't even care that he wasn't Captain and Odette was, or that Parkin got MVP. He was even willing to admit he deserved it (after a few drinks). Seth didn't even go over and give his brother a hard time about wearing jeans, or being slightly drunk, or kissing that girl on the cheek (at that point Seth wasn't even sure it was Henry anymore and not some body snatcher). Although none of that would be forgotten and he would be bringing it up later.

He weaved through the crowd, grabbing another drink as he passed a waiter. He had to find Mira. Stupid interviews and press conferences took far too long and right now, the only way this day would get better was to go and kiss his girlfriend. And getting laid. Then it would be the best day ever. But even if he didn't, whatever. He was Quidditch Champ and nothing would ruin that.

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