h o l l y (hollyharpie) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-11-25 23:50:00

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andrea johnson, anton chang, charles spinnet, delilah spinnet, group, holly troy, howell williams, larkin whitby, louis bonaccord, michal conway lynch, miles lufkin, mirabelle jasper, richard house, richard thorough, saoirse mullet, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, thomas mccormack, veronica zeller, victoria cadwallader

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She was a champion.

Holly wouldn't (and couldn't, since she was sure it was well-documented) deny that she had cried. Quidditch had been her life for so long, and to have this stretch of a career without a league cup to call her own, it was hard to deal with. Seasons were long and ehxausting, they took away all your time and energy, and to not win the cup meant that you'd just wasted the year. Sure, there were the fans, there was making personal records, and even the international circuit was fun, but Holly had needed this win so badly that she still got shivers when she thought about it. She'd done it, and she'd been the best.

She sighed, taking in the surroundings. Appleby Park had been transformed into a wonderful setting for the event, the spells on the stadium keeping the guests warm and the night sky bright above them. The league cup sat on its platform in the middle of the dance floor, looking like a glorious holy grail that she'd finally wrapped her hands around. Her husband was here somewhere, but she was lost in the sea of people. Teammates, competitors, agents, and the media, it was simply a night for the game she loved, and Holly couldn't remember a moment when she'd been happier with everything in her life.

As she made her way to the bar, she spotted one of her aforementioned teammates standing off and away from the rest of the guests. Holly, not one to ignore a teammate as she'd taken on the role this past season as, well, a mother-hen (but don't tell Theo), she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of her head.

"You're missing all the fun," she said, taking their elbow. When Holly finally got a good look at their face, she frowned, "What's wrong? It looks like you've seen a ghost."

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JEREMIAH!

obtineo
2013-12-01 08:33 pm UTC (link)

Billie couldn’t remember the last time she had been this happy. She knew she wanted to be a Quidditch player since the first time she had mounted a broom, and had been working towards this day – this very moment - for as long as she could remember. Her time spent in France had only helped her prepare for the British League, knowing the competition to be much fiercer back in her home country than overseas, though that level of competitiveness also came with additional pressure to succeed. Playing for the Magpies hadn’t panned out as well as she hoped it would, but her move to the Arrows proved to be a great success.

They had just won the League Cup – a symbol that proved that during the 1984 season, they were the best of the best. The idea was bewildering, but for the first time since the beginning of her career, she wasn’t minding the media attention she was getting. They were calling her a champion - well, they were donning out the title to the entire team, but they had all earned it through blood, sweat and tears.

Sipping at her drink, she finished off the last of what was left in her glass before heading back to the bar. On her way to get a refill, she spotted the Quidditch player she had been speaking to through journals just after finishing the game that won them the cup. She stepped up next to him, her body angled towards him as she rested her elbow on the bar top.

“Did you come to celebrate, or are you just here for the open bar?” She teased with a small smile. She was a little buzzed, and while it helped that she was in an extremely good mood, she always found it much easier to approach people after ingesting a bit of liquid courage. Billie was never

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jeremiahs
2013-12-08 10:01 pm UTC (link)

When the season started out, Jeremiah was under the impression that it was going to be the best season he had ever played. Coming off the exhilarating win of the Eurocup followed by his epic world tour with Miles, how could the season be anything but amazing?

Lulled into a sense of security of a decent start to the season had him blindsided with the sudden Management change and the banishment of Miles to the Magpies. That was the only word Jeremiah could think to use for it, because that was not a trade. It made no sense to send off one of the best players on the team for reasons that apparently no one was allowed to know. Jeremiah knew this because he was shut down before he had even finished the question.

But didn't Miles get the last laugh. With the Magpies finishing happily in the middle of the pack and the Pride beating out the Cannons. They might as well be last place. No one finished worse than the Cannons. Well Except for the Wanderers last season, and Kendall managed to turn that around and even they finished better than the Pride. How was this even his season right now?

He finished his drink as he raised a brow at the Arrow who just approached him. Obviously he was here for the open bar. Clearly he had no intentions of celebrating his very dismal performance, but the very least he could do is manage to be polite. She was very pretty after all and Miles would never forgive him if he passed up an opportunity just because he was bitter. OR he would completely understand, Jeremiah was never really sure with the Frenchman.

"The open bar helps, that is for sure. Congratulations on your win."

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obtineo
2013-12-09 10:03 pm UTC (link)

His answer made her snort, though hearing the word 'congratulations' didn't seem to get old, her smile widening into a grin. She wasn't trying to gloat, but she couldn't hide the fact that she felt good - she wasn't just handed the cup, she knew her team had earned it, and being such a competitive person, she couldn't deny her love for winning.

"Thanks," she said, attempting to be modest so he didn't feel like she was rubbing it in his face. If she were in his position, she probably wouldn't have come out to celebrate another team's victory, though he was right; the open bar certainly did help. Knowing herself, she would likely be hold away in some bar on the other side of town, dwelling on all the things she had done wrong throughout the season. She had gotten a lot better about beating herself up over every little thing though, especially since she had started her sessions with Healer Diggle. He had definitely helped her work through a lot of her issues, even though she had been skeptical about the whole thing.

"Well, since you're here, I think you should have a drink with me." She smiled again. "Or you could sit here by yourself the whole night. Your choice." She said with a casual shrug. Seeing how this was a celebration for the Arrows, there were other people who would take her up on the offer, but Billie was selective about who she socialized with. She didn't really know Jeremiah very well, but she had a feeling he wouldn't be terrible company. She had been trying to put herself out there more often, but it just didn't come naturally to her. Tonight, however, she was feeling rather bold.

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