t h o m a s ➽ mccormack (thomases) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-07-29 11:21:00

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adrian mattias, glenda prewett, group, hamilton nott, holly troy, kendall broadmoor, magnolia mattias, matthew summerby, rose knightley, samantha cadwallader, thomas mccormack

All Star Gala! For Saturday!
In all honesty, he would rather be on his broomstick, making up practice and his regiments than dressed up at a party. Thomas knew that the All Star match didn't really count, but when you were flying among the best of the best, a player wanted to be the best of the best. He wasn't as rusty as he thought he'd be, but just the lack of flying made his muscles more sore after practice than he was used to. He was barely holding himself up, and if it weren't for the beautiful woman on his arm he'd probably be slumped in a chair, ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Samantha was back and he could fly. Both of his best friends had made the all-star team, and they were going to be playing together for the first time in their careers. Thomas really couldn't think of anything that could make him happier, though showing up Brookstanton on the pitch might be the cherry on top. They were teammates, and however much Thomas found the other beater loathsome, he would work with him for the win. It would at least be an interesting match, if anything.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked Samantha, smiling. He'd missed her terribly and was glad that her stint out of the country was over. Just in time.

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thomases
2012-07-31 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Thomas smiled and nodded. Samantha had no idea how much it meant to him to be playing in the All Star game, no one did. The 'official' story released by the Arrows was that Thomas and Saoirse had come down with some rare strand of the dragon pox virus that had been circulating recently. No green skin, but definitely no flying. Holly had made some good press releases and Thomas was actually grateful to the woman who had given him the cold shoulder for so long. When it came to quidditch, it seemed like they were all on the same page; even people who didn't normally get along would do whatever it took for the team.

He hadn't explained to his team, his friends, Samantha, or his family how he'd managed to get his magicc back. Or--unlock it, whatever the healers wanted to call it. They said it had been blocked, it hadn't been taken from him; he wouldn't have been able to get to the pitch, or Hogsmeade, or any other magical place if he had been turned into a muggle. They had never been worried about it not being there, but getting it back? Thomas had chosen to figure it out on his own, and had found himself in another panic when he'd learned Saoirse had managed to recover. What if he'd ruined his chances by leaving the hospital? What if he'd missed on on remedies that needed to be done early on?

That stress, that anxiety was what had caused him to jump. If anyone found out that he'd taken the free fall from the near tip of Appleby Park, he was sure his familiars would kill him like the fall should have. Scaring himself nearly to death caused his magic to reveal itself once again, but it also revealed to Thomas the lengths he would go when in a desperate situation. He wasn't sure if he liked knowing his limits or not, and had no desire in letting anyone else know how dark his thoughts had gone.

His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling Samantha close, pushing his inner musings aside, "You look beautiful."

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eagerbeaver
2012-08-01 12:30 am UTC (link)

If she knew what he was thinking, what had happened to him in the past few days, there would probably be lots of inner worry going on for Samantha. As it was, she was blissfully unaware of what exactly had happened with Thomas. She had come back when he was in the hospital, yes, but with everything at work it was impossible to be with him for an extended period. And out of the whole ordeal, she felt guilt. Guilt that she didn't find out that he was even missing until Kendall pointed it out to her (and while she was out celebrating the solstice, to add to her complex), guilt that she hadn't been the first one to be at his bedside through everything. Wasn't that something she was supposed to do?

But her obligations had to be finished and--well, that was taken care of, wasn't it? She'd severed some good ties she'd started making in Norway when she left abruptly but--there was too much stress being torn between the two places, and when so much was happening at home, that's where she needed to be. So her second in command was now in charge of the corps and her new obligations would include monthly supervision visits as well as weekly floo conferences with Porter (she shuddered inwardly at the thought of a floo conference; as if using the fireplace for transportation wasn't bad enough, they wanted her to stick her head inside the bloody flames and carry on a conversation like it was completely natural and normal).

His arms pulling her in pulled her away from the thoughts of work and she blushed lightly at the comment. "Thank you," she said softly, trying not to let her smile grow too large as a result. "I have to be the luckiest girl here, eh?" It felt like it. She was dancing with her all-star boyfriend, celebrating her return (and his, too) and his accomplishments.

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