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galvin g. gudgeon ([info]galvinized) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2013-07-29 21:15:00


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Entry tags:adian rosenberg, charlotte sweeting, elizabeth fortescue, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, group, ian bell, jake bexley, larkin whitby, rose knightley, savannah davies, seth wadcock, thomas mccormack, william blexley

All Star Fan-Fest Weekend! Open to ALL!
His grin couldn't be any wider.

"I'm pretty sure she's going to beat my score," Vinny said with an extreme nod to the group of onlookers that were watching his lovely and adorable girlfriend Gleny score as many goals in the miniature hoops that were set up. Vinny had quite purposely aimed a bit far to the right as to not completely run away with the game, but Gleny was putting up a rather good fight regardless.

It was a fun day, weekend, really, of games and events that he thought were going to be a bit of a chore but had ended up being remarkably entertaining. The fans that were participating were the ones who truly loved the game and were great to have conversations with. It was a very unique way to interact with them in a way Vinny had never really gotten a chance to, and he did not feel overwhelmed in the slightest. Hosting the weekend's bigger attractions had seemed daunting, but it was going swimmingly.

Mostly in part to his, once again, lovely and adorable girlfriend who had just ended the round of Quick Quaffle with a tie score!

"Great job!" Vinny said with honest excitement as he happily hugged Gleny in celebration. Merlin, quidditch and his girl, what more could a bloke ask for?




OOC: Click here for ideas of what could be going on at Falmouth Stadium! These fun days dated from the 27th - 31st! List of Teams!


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Greta!
[info]auroared
2013-07-30 12:14 am UTC (link)
In a not-so-subtle display of passive-aggressiveness, Jake had chosen to wear his Team Germany Bexley jersey instead of the Falcons one that William had tossed at him this morning. He had not been happy with his brother's move to Falmouth this past season for reasons he couldn't explain with anything much further than 'I'm just not.' He couldn't tell you if it was the team's excessive use of violence, the dreary color of their robes, or their mascot, all he knew was that he wouldn't be caught dead in a Falcons jersey and that was final.

He tugged at the color of the golden jersey and made his way through the rather thick crowd, wondering if he should have waited for William before he'd ventured out. No, no he decided, because then he would've been stuck doing what Will said. He had swiped his backstage-pass, and decided that there was one good thing about his brother being a Falcon.

Finding it hard to concentrate on anything but his task at hand, Jake bumped and pushed away those in his way. He muttered half-assed apologies and managed to make it to his destination.

A security guard put his hand up as he reached the gate and without diverting his gaze Jake lifted the badge that was dangling around his neck and flashed it in his face. Not acknowledging the guard and his removal of the magical barrier, Jake strode into the press area where not only the All-Stars were mingling about and doing interviews, but also where the members of the celebrity match were chatting away, having to go on stage for a short question and answer in t-minus fifteen minutes.

Suddenly his mission came to a screeching halt. There she was, the target of his journey, and Jake suddenly and confusedly found himself shifting to hide himself against the wall of one of the makeshift lockers. He'd come all this way to talk to Greta Catchlove, but it seemed like his focus was malfunctioning now that he was within a few meters of her. He shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths. It'd be fine. He'd talked to her before. But that was before. Jake opened his eyes, regaining his focus and moving to stand to the side and wait patiently for an opening in Greta's conversation to reintroduce himself.

He was not going to worry himself with how poorly this could turn out, he had to focus on the task at hand.

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