Who: Delilah and Thomas
What: Delilah is stalking has a present for Thomas
When: Today?
Where: Outside the Magpie Stadium.
Status: Finishing in Comments!



Delilah paced outside the Magpie Pitch for twenty minutes, almost going in three times before going to the cafe on the other side of the street and taking a seat at one of the outside tables. She chewed on the nail of her thumb staring at the building across from her. She couldn’t go in there. Delilah knew Charlie told at least one of his teammates that at the very least she had been arrested, rumors like that spread worse than wild fires through quidditch players. And Henry knew, which meant Seth might know and Seth Wadcock couldn’t keep his mouth shut to save his life.

So basically chances were that Thomas had already heard. That she had been arrested. For not assaulting his ex. Charlie was right, she should have just mailed the damn ring.

But Delilah was not a coward. She could do this. And hell, if she was going to get arrested, and spend hours in jail, then she was going to get the credit for getting the stupid ring back. Crazy or not.

Finally, she got up from her seat and walked back towards the pitch, just in time to catch Thomas leaving, except he was heading in the opposite direction from where she was standing so she picked up her pace to catch up with him. “Hey. Hey Thomas. Hold up a second. I need to talk to you.”

He hadn’t had a drink in days, but Thomas felt like he’d been living with a constant hangover. Practices were becoming harder by the day to get through because of the stress he was putting himself under, and they weren’t in first place yet and it was just really. Fucking. Annoying. Thomas made a beeline toward the apparation point, or maybe he’d get a coffee because he was feeling really wretched and---

His shoulders hunched, completely annoyed that he hadn’t spotted the fan waiting outside the back entrance. Usually this was the safe way out, if you wanted to avoid the crowds, but apparently some of them had smartened up. Thomas stopped and let the footsteps following him join him on the pavement.

“You!” Thomas let out at the sight of Delilah. He shook his head, nope. No, he was not going to deal with her, not anymore. He’d heard about her attacking Regina (because she had sent him a howler, shrieking bloody murder about it, and Thomas was not going to deal with her. He shook his head again and turned to start toward the other apparation point he knew, “You shouldn’t be within thirty meters of me!”

"Okay, I probably deserve that..." she said honestly. It was better than she had expected though. "... Wait, is that legally, or just a warning? Either way, please just wait up a second. Give me two minutes. Two minutes and I’m gone, promise." Delilah started digging through her purse to find the ring box she put it in so she wouldn't lose it.

"Obviously you've heard rumors, but I would like to clarify I didn't hit or hex anyone. Although, the time I spent in jail would have been a bit more worth it if I had. And I really have no excuse, at all. I don't even know why I did it, you don't even like me, but god. Stupid. I'm a stupid impulsive Gryffindor, Henry has told me this multiple times. I need to learn to think before I act because that would solve so many problems, and I'm rambling, and I have way to much stuff in this damn bag."

She huffed about ready to throw her purse on the ground when she found it. "Here. This is yours. I got it back because the twit didn't deserve it. No tact at all. So wished I’d at least---" Delilah held the box out to him. "I’m sorry I caused a scene. And my brother can’t keep his mouth shut so I won’t be really surprised if the whole league hears about it eventually, and I’m sorry about that too."

She shuffled her feet a bit, this uncomfortable, non-confident feeling was odd for her, and she didn't like it at all. She wished he’d just take the box already. “So yea. That’s all I wanted to say.”