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◎ c h a r l i e ([info]spinnets) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2014-03-23 19:13:00


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Entry tags:adian rosenberg, charles spinnet, charlotte sweeting, group, jake bexley, liddie lynch, louis bonaccord, michal conway lynch, seth wadcock

WORLD CUP PARTY!



Champions of the world. That's all there was really to say, wasn't it?

Charlie took in a long breath of the cool New York air, admiring the party that was being thrown for team Ireland. Them, being thrown for them! Holly was a riot, capturing pictures with everyone and demanding certain poses. Caden Flint was smiling, smiling from ear to ear! He and Saoirse had even danced for a song or two, or three, it was that kind of night. It felt like his entire life had led up to today's match, to this night.

He made his way to the bar, raising his hand to the bartender to bring him another round. Tomorrow was his last day in New York, and he meant to celebrate this night like it should be. Charlie slid onto the bar stool and shook some hands with passersby as he waited for his drink. It was really something, being part of the best team in the world---it hadn't sunk in, and he didn't think that it was something that would for a long time.

His foot knocked into the person sitting beside him as he turned back to the bar. Charlie grinned sheepishly, "Whoops, sorry."


ooc: Open to all participants of the World Cup, their friends, family, and guests!!

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[info]snarky_monkey
2014-03-24 01:44 am UTC (link)
Charlotte was certain that she was dreaming. Standing behind Jake she couldn't help but gap at her surroundings. How could she not, she was at the World Cup After Party. The tickets alone had her following Jake around with star eyes, constantly trying to think of a way to pay him back. And now, she could hardly speak. Somewhere in this room was Matteo Basili. She could see half the Irish players just off in the distance.

Obviously she didn't need to worry about where she was going to sleep tonight anymore, because there was no way she was going to miss a moment of this party. "I'm pretty sure you are the best person in the entire world," she commented for the third time since arriving in New York. She still tinged a bit thinking about how she nearly tackled him on her arrival. It was embarrassing but she hadn't been able to control her emotions since she received the tickets in the post.

"I think I may owe you my first born or something by now." She flitted around Jake as they made their way to the bar. A bar that had at least three players she recognized leaning against it, one of whom's stats she could recite on demand. Merlin. Lottie turned back to Jake before she turned into one of those quidditch girls. "What do you want to drink? My treat!"

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[info]auroared
2014-03-25 11:56 pm UTC (link)
Jake smiled lightly at Charlotte's continued enthusiasm. His guilt about her not being able to attend the World Cup had progressed throughout the weeks and was mostly in part of his...fun. He'd been having fun with his brother, whose early round loss had allowed a lot of time to be spent together. Ollie was, well, Ollie, and their type of fun was not everyone's type of fun. Walking through the city had not been overwhelming in the bad way he had thought it would; being able to walk where he pleased and explore without question had eased his anxieties.. Jake had found himself actually sad that the tournament was ending and was dreading the last few days.

Except, Charlotte was coming.

Ollie called her his 'lady friend.' Jake promptly shut doors or knocked his friend out of whatever chair/seat he was sitting in whenever he dropped comments about it. Charlotte was his friend, yes, and she was a lady, but--She had been more than a friend, once, and he knew that it was never going to be that way again, and he could honestly not say if he wanted them to one day get back to that because...because he was a completely different person than he was in Hogwarts. Part of him wondered if she only continued to talk to him now because she felt guilty about his current circumstances.

Before he allowed himself to sour his mood, Jake took a look at the bar. He had not had a drink in a long time. Other recreational drugs, sure, but alcohol? "Beer? I don't--whatever's on tap is fine."

He tugged on the sleeves of the jacket that Melania had picked out for him when Ollie had been useless in his advice. "Whatever you think."

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[info]snarky_monkey
2014-03-26 01:22 am UTC (link)
Charlotte nodded with a grin before skipping off to retrieve drinks. While waiting for the bartender she stole a glance over her shoulder at Jake. She found being around him incredibly comfortable, despite the differences between now and then.

They had never discussed it, though Charlotte itched to ask. She wanted to know from him what had happened. She wanted to know how he was really doing, but she wasn't quite sure how to broach the topic. Or if she had any right. Sure, once Jake had been the most important person in her life, but now she wasn't even sure what this was.

That certainly didn't stop her from snooping around news articles and public records to piece together what she could. Except that it didn't help much, because knowing and not knowing what to do with the information was just as bad as not knowing at all.

Lottie grinned brightly when Jake caught her staring. One thing that she didn't question though, was that getting Jake to smile was definitely something that she enjoyed doing. She frowned slightly at the contents of her purse (or the lack there of) as she payed for the drinks. Well, this was worth what ever hassle would come when she got back home. At least she made sure to get a return portkey before setting off. Grabbing the drinks she turned to make her way back to Jake, weaving through the growing crowd and apologizing as she bump into a person or two due her lack of attention.

"Here you go. It's not the best beer, but its the best one they have here." She offered him a small shrug taking a sip of her own. "Alright, Bexley, moment of truth. Had you of won, what would have been your prize?" She nudged her elbow against his. It was only fair, she got her's despite not winning, Jake should have his too.

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[info]auroared
2014-03-28 12:22 am UTC (link)
He smirked at her question, maneuvering through the crowd to find a pair of high stools in a corner for them to sit. Jake had not put much thought into what his prize would be if Wales had advanced ahead of Italy, but he enjoyed the back and forth banter the bet between he and Charlotte caused. Jake had wished the two teams would remain in a tie for longer, but was glad that he did not have to admit defeat.

The beer tasted foul, but Jake remembered he once enjoyed the taste so he blamed his long term departure from the drink. He held the pint in both of his hands on his lap as he thought up an answer for her, but ended up shrugging.

"I hadn't thought of anything," he said, shrugging. Jake looked over at Charlotte and smiled. "I did think Wales was going to win and beat Italy, but I hadn't thought of anything."

What could he possibly need? His brother would buy him anything, yet Jake asked for nothing. Ollie was the most laid back person he'd ever met and asked nothing of Jake, so he was used to doing as he pleased. Which wasn't much. He hadn't done much of anything in years, it seemed, but the past few months had centered around trying to keep Charlotte Sweeting pleased.

"I was planning to send you a ticket from the beginning," he admitted. Jake turned away and looked down into his drink. "I didn't think past that."

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[info]snarky_monkey
2014-03-28 11:16 pm UTC (link)
Charlotte blinked as Jake looked away. He had planned to send the ticket since the beginning, and hadn't thought past that? Her cheeks tinged slightly at the gesture. What on earth was she suppose to say to that? He hadn't even thought of anything he wanted had he won. And here she was, only concerned about winning so she could get some sort of fancy souvenir. She had to figure out something to do for him. She had to pay him back some how for all his kindness.

"Seems like so long ago, doesn't it?" she asked quietly, carefully knowing that she was about to tread into territory that previously was silently agreed a non-topic. "Saying goodbye at Kings Cross," she continued when she had his attention. "Seems like it was ages ago, and so many things are different now."

She took a sip of her drink. "You haven't changed much though, have you?" Lottie could feel him looking at her, and she shrugged a shoulder. "Not where it counts, anyways. Still as nice and generous as you were to me back in school, and we haven't even talked in years. I never once tried to get in touch with you since King's Cross, and I probably should have." She hadn't even realized how much she missed him until he waltzed back into her life New Years Eve. And even if that was the last time they ever kissed, Charlotte was certainly pleased she could call him her friend again.

"I'll pay you back for all of this. Some how. It's definitely far more than I deserve." She nudged her foot into his. "Thank you."

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[info]auroared
2014-03-29 01:06 am UTC (link)
It was ages ago. It was a literal lifetime ago, because Jake was not the same person that he had been at the train station. He'd left Charlotte there to go fight in the war, thinking it was noble of him to keep her out of harm's way. So many aurors' family and friends were attacked during those trying times, he'd only been trying to keep her safe...Maybe he could have tried harder, in a better way than simply letting her go. His chest tinged in pain and Jake felt a rash of nervousness over come him. It was a familiar feeling, one tht he usually managed to suppress, but the entire experience of the World Cup, the alcohol, Charlotte, it had his mind racing.

"I have changed," he blurted, putting his nearly finished drink down on a small table between them. Jake's chair swiveled to face Charlotte and he looked forlorn. "The war changed me, I'm---"

She thought him generous, but Charlotte was one of three people he could remember being kind to within the past few years. She was an important part of his past that his mind wouldn't let ignore. They'd been happy once, and maybe somewhere deep down he was yearning for that kind of happiness again. Jake blinked, keeping his stoic expression; he knew it would never be the same. He'd never be the boy he was in Hogwarts, before he joined the auror squad, but maybe he could find something that was better than the life he'd been living since his attack.

"I'm trying," he said, feeling hot. Jake's breaths became a little quicker with his nerves, but he pushed forward. "You make me want to try and be--better. You don't have to pay me back."

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[info]snarky_monkey
2014-03-30 02:24 am UTC (link)
Charlotte froze at Jake insisting that he had changed. She opened her mouth to respond but quickly snapped it shut as he continued. She wasn't sure how she felt that it was her that made him want to try and be better. There should be other people. The Ministry should be doing something. Anything. But as far as she could tell, now that the war was over, everything associated with it was now swept under the rug and hidden. Just pretending it never happened.

Her mouth opened and closed a few more times before she straightened in her seat. "Well I want to repay the gesture. And you know me. I always get want." Finishing her drink she set the empty glass on the table.

"And I know you've changed, Jake. I'm not trying to ignore that, I'm just saying it doesn't matter much to me. I like the post war Jake just fine too."

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[info]mythomania
2014-04-04 02:27 am UTC (link)
"Scusi--"

Drink in hand, Matteo Basili smiled faintly at the auburn beauty standing before him. He had not seen such a beautiful color matched with such an appealing face in, well... he couldn't remember. It was not frequent that he left his home country, for obvious reasons, but when he did.... ah, it made him appreciate witches that were not Italian so much more.

"Bella." The word rolled off his tongue easily, and without giving much notice to the wizard standing in front her, Matteo eased up beside the witch that had caught his eye from across the room. As always, he struggled with his English, but carried on anyway like she would understand him completely.

"Your hair--- I, ah, see from--" He jammed a thumb over his shoulder to indicate where he had been mere moments ago. When she stared up at him, in what he assumed was either shock or acceptance, he continued. "Beautiful."

Matteo paused for a moment, and then pointed to his drink. "Volete qualcosa da bere?" Another pause, with a larger smile. "A drink? You like? With me." Yes, this fair-haired witch intrigued him, he wanted to know what her hair would feel like between his fingers while kissing her.

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[info]snarky_monkey
2014-04-04 09:10 pm UTC (link)
Charlotte wasn't sure who she was expecting to find when she turned to see who was interrupting their conversation, but she was certain that she never even dreamed of this. Grabbing onto the table to stop herself from ungracefully falling of the stool she was perched on, she gaped as he continued.

Bella. She couldn't help but glance over to Jake then around behind her just to make just that it was her hair that Matteo Basili was complimenting. In English no less. As amazing as her hair was, she would have never thought--

She couldn't think, because she knew enough Italian to know what he was asking her before he even tried to translate. Charlotte could feel the flush race up her neck and to her face. All her words seemed to have left her. Italian, English, French. Which was okay because there was a fair chance that this wasn't even real. Before she could stop herself she reached out tentatively to brush her fingers across his arm. Something easily could have been slipped in her drink maybe she was hallucinating.

Her hand recoiled when it touched skin, and covered her mouth hoping to catch any gasp that might have escaped her lips. What was she suppose to do with this. Jake had got her tickets, and got her into this party. It would be beyond rude to up and leave him just because a pretty quidditch player had come and asked her to go off with him. She would have to politely refuse. It was the right thing to do.

"I-- Well--" Though it wasn't just any player. Lottie had fancied Matteo Basili from the first time she saw him play. And here he was coming to talk to her from across the room. Her. Not anyone else in the party. Surely Jake would understand that she couldn't possibly say no. "Now? I mean-- yes but--- I---" She turned a brighter red because she was smarter than this, she could form a sentence. "That would be nice." She finally managed, wishing she could remember more Italian. "I just--" She glanced over to Jake, hoping that he wouldn't mind. Ollie was around somewhere, and his brother. It wasn't like she was leaving him all alone.

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[info]auroared
2014-04-05 01:36 am UTC (link)
Whoa.

Even Jake, who found it very hard to be moved by much of anything, was startled by the appearance of Basili. His eyes widened as the man began to actually speak to them, or more specifically, to Charlotte. Jake was used to being ignored, but he felt a heat rise in his chest as it became apparent that he was absolutely disappearing from the room without moving from his seat. Matteo Basili was currently asking Charlotte to have drinks with him, and it was unfortunately painfully obvious to Jake that he was going to get left behind.

He smiled at Charlotte as she turned to him. At least he hadn't vanished completely. Jake nodded toward Basili, knowing that he stood no chance against the Italian. He knew he stood no chance against any normal bloke, let alone a world class quidditch player. Jake knew, as bitter as it tasted in his mouth, that he stood no chance with Charlotte. He hadn't even accepted the fact that he wanted to be with her until this moment, even though Ollie had been harassing him for months.

But Jake's mind didn't work in 'ifs or buts' any more. It was black and white.

"Have fun," he said, standing quickly. "Be careful." Jake smiled again, unsure if it came across as sincere or completely fake. He didn't particularly care at the moment and turned away, taking a big drink of his beer as he finally did disappear into the crowd in search for another.

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[info]snarky_monkey
2014-04-06 08:31 pm UTC (link)
Charlotte blinked as Jake stood, not giving her much room to say anything else. A strange feel spread across her chest as he told her to have fun, and to be careful. There was something to his tone, and the way it made her feel watching him walk away that she just couldn't quite place.

She didn't have much time to figure it out as a hand at her elbow drew her attention away from where her friend disappeared. Right, Matteo. "Sorry," she said a grin replacing the frown that had formed. It was easy to ignore everything looking at this man before her. Lottie was most likely just imagining the bitterness in Jake's tone. He would have said something had he minded. "Looks like I'm all yours."

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[info]conways
2014-03-24 11:07 pm UTC (link)
Despite believing it very important, Michal found himself pressed to remember what, exactly, had happened to make him feel so disgruntled towards Seth. It had just been a feeling, a state of mind in which he felt justified in whatever petty acts pleased him, but failed at specifically remembering.... what they had been fighting about this time. Just that it was very important and near to his heart.

Michal had just sucked in his bottom lip sourly, immediately thinking it must have been concerning his sister (whom had taken it upon herself to travel all the way out here for the final match to spend "quality time", as she had put it), when a specific image appeared before him, darkening his dazed gaze.

Ah. Yes.

Now he remembered.

The wife. His wife. Ex-wife? Future wife. Perpetual wife? For all Michal knew Seth had married Savannah Davies again already. The image of them intertwined made him want to gag, and out of simple reflex he stood up a bit straighter and took the time to swing a deep drink from his cup.

Right? Where were the legions of his new friends? Glaring at Seth warily out of the corner of his eye, Michal tilted his chin up to look about the roves of unfamiliar faces. For as many as he knew many here, there were still a great deal unfamiliar. He just hoped he found one quickly.

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[info]wadcock
2014-03-25 08:31 am UTC (link)
Seth was not feeling nearly as bitter as he expected considering the lost to Ireland. The World Cup within reach, and just as quickly lost. The game had been a good one though, he was a big enough man to accept that he had lost. It also helped that it didn't take long for Savannah to swoop in after the loss and distract him. He could even admit he was enjoying the party despite losing.

There was no mistaking him and Savannah were a couple, if there were any doubts they would be gone by morning with how they stood. Seth was just laughing a joke when he caught sight of Michal sending a glare his way. He supposed he had put this off long enough. He couldn't stay annoyed at his best friend forever. Even if he was being a prat about his engagement. The engagement that a total of maybe four people knew about. That basically put Michal at family status, and the prick was was being a git about it.

But then again, Seth really wasn't friends with him for his charm. Kissing Savannah on the forehead, he excused himself to go off and make amends for whichever grievous error Michal concocted. "How's the librarian?" Seth asked leaning against the bar next to his friend. Of course he noticed, he may have been a bit wrapped up in other things, but there was no way Michal spending time with Chandler Midgen would go on unnoticed. Especially with the show he was putting on about it. "Do you have a new bond that outshines all the fairytales?"

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[info]conways
2014-03-28 11:50 pm UTC (link)
"Peachy," Michal retorted immediately. Was he interested that Seth had approached him? No, of course not. He was currently looking the other way, wasn't he? Feigning the coolest of aloofness, Michal casually turned his head to look over his shoulder, his gaze beholding Seth only by pure happenstance.

When was the last time they had spoken? As Michal zoned in on what he could only assume was the beginning foundations of crow's feet, he realized... this was the first time in over a month that he and Seth were having a conversation. Or seeing each other, for that matter. Actually seeing each other, being in the other's presence, for while Larkin had dragged him to one of England's matches, Michal didn't really think could really count.

He frowned, for a brief moment, disliking the taste of that realization left in his mouth. Over the years, it hadn't really been... Michal quickly shook that thought from his mind, specifically remembering one other time in the past years that he and Seth had gone so long without daily contact.

"Why?" Michal eventually spoke, resting his drink down on the table. His brows went up high. "Does it make you jealous?"

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[info]wadcock
2014-03-29 06:35 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, extremely." Seth attempted to muster up some sincerity, but he was falling short. He had given Michal his time to pout, now it was time to sort out what the real issue was. "Soon you'll be reading books and using words to big for me to understand, and I won't know what to do."

Seth some how managed to keep a straight face as he said it, though he was already tempted to grin. Yes, it had been too long since they had spoken, and even though Michal was mad at him, it was easy to fall back into the witty banter. He had just played in the World Cup final, he was starting to plan a wedding with the love of his life and he couldn't even remember the last time his brother was legitimately mad at him. All things considered, things were going great.

Except Michal wasn't speaking to him. Because he was seemingly mad about something that made him extremely happy. "Who knew I was so easily replaced. You on the other hand," Seth shrugged a shoulder. "Well I'm not sure a person a exists that could fill the role of pain in my ass quite like you do."

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[info]conways
2014-03-30 08:32 pm UTC (link)
Michal grunted in response. While he would experience great satisfaction in making Seth feel like an idiot, Michal knew his few short get togethers with bookish Chandler Midgen would not have miraculously increased his scholarly aptitude. His smarts laid in strategic placement and quick-action decisions, not.... words that most-greatly described...

Maybe he could stand to read a little bit more. If anything to prove Seth wrong within his own thoughts.

He did enjoy proving Seth wrong.

Leaning more over his shoulder, Michal turned a bit more to face Seth. Though, not to seem too open to the idea of being interested in anything Seth had to say, Michal kept most of his back and shoulder facing him.

"Maybe if you had a twin," Michal drawled, suddenly deciding that yes, if another Seth Wadcock existed, he would fill the roll of pain the ass quite nicely. He was, after all, such a prime example of it now.

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[info]wadcock
2014-03-31 08:26 am UTC (link)
"The world couldn't handle there being two of me, and you know it" Seth quipped not even bothering to entertain the idea. Though having someone to tag team up on Henry in school with would have been fun.

He was tempted to wait Michal out. Just continue to stand here and make stupid jokes until his friend finally fessed up what was wrong with him. Except Seth knew exactly what was wrong. Well at least the basis of it anyways. Michal took some sort of issue with him being back with Savannah.

And that bothered Seth a great deal. Out of all people, Michal should be happy for him. He was his best friend, and the reaction he got when announcing his engagement should not have been the one he got. It annoyed Seth enough that he could have very easily gone on ignoring him in favor of his fiance, but Seth knew if he did that, they may never speak again. As stubborn as the two of them were.

Seth could not stand to lose his best friend, therefore, he had to do something.

He swirled the ice in his glass before setting it down on the table and giving Michal his full attention. "So, are you going to tell me why you hate Savannah, or do I have to guess?"

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[info]conways
2014-04-04 12:20 am UTC (link)
Michal suddenly sat up, feeling indignant.

He didn't hate Savannah. If he were to meet Savanah Davies on the street, Michal would think her perfectly fit and attempt bringing her home, only to realize that she was one of those few birds you didn't waste a one-night encounter on. No, he hated what Seth became with Savannah. Or, more accurately, what he didn't become, because how could Michal complain about his best friend when he wasn't around to witness it? Last time around, his friendship with Seth had ceased to exist. It had been all 'Oh I eloped, oh I have a child, oh Montrose Magpies, or at least that was what Michal had begrudgingly overhead and deduced with time. So was it so wrong to be unenthused about returning to that? Not having his best friend anymore?

Michal frowned. He didn't like that everything was changing again, that again he felt like being blindsided, and again that everyone was getting married. Again. Again! He himself was barely thinking about marriage, and here his friends were... Michal closed his eyes, and let his head hang low between his shoulders for a moment.

"I don't hate Savannah," Michal grumbled suddenly, speaking under his breath. He opened his eyes again, and looked at Seth out of the corner of his eye. Letting out a short sigh, he spoke again, "I never said that."

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[info]wadcock
2014-04-05 05:25 pm UTC (link)
Seth was on the verge of responding when Spinnet shoved his way up to the bar making a snide remark about winning the cup. He glowered in acknowledgement, waiting until the Irish Keeper turned his attention to the bartender before rolling his eyes. He hope silently he choked on his beer.

"Well, you don't have to say it." Seth continued once bartender was taking Spinnet's order. "What else am I suppose to think with how you've been acting this past month. Either you hate my choice in fiancee, or you're not the friend I thought you were."

He stared down into his drink. What else could he say? He didn't want to fight with Michal. He didn't want Michal to be upset with him just because he decided to marry his ex. "You're suppose to be helping me plan things, or rather help me not go insane while she plans everything."

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[info]conways
2014-04-06 03:57 am UTC (link)
Had Michal noticed Charlie's arrival in time, he would have stuck his foot out to ensure a tumbling Spinnet into the bar top. But, alas, all he found himself able of doing was aid Seth in glowering at the younger Keeper until he turned away to mind his own bloody business. One World Cup win and he thought himself the king of the world. Michal rolled his eyes.

And then, Michal rolled his eyes again, this time at Seth.

"Yeah, well---" Michal began, but found that he wasn't sure what to respond with. He could tell Seth that was a dramatic assumption, neither choice proving to be true. Or, he supposed, he could tell the truth about his looming thoughts, but that didn't... that felt too difficult to state so openly. What other option did that leave? Stalking off? Michal's brow darkened as he thought he didn't... while the easiest option, that wouldn't get his best friend back, would it? And, why bother to fight and grasp for something that he knew was soon coming to an end?

Visibly torn, Michal sought for something, anything to respond with. "Well," he tried again, letting his shoulders raise up to his neck. He extended his palms up toward the sky. "Well---" His nose scrunched and Michal pressed his lips together in a bothered manner. "You're supposed to think---"

Unceremoniously, Michal stood up. His face twisted as he tried to, very desperately, piece together some kind of fleeting words. But, nothing came to him, and Michal found himself blabbering much more than he liked. "You can't get married!" he let out finally, throwing his hands up in defeat. "It was awful last time and everyone hated you!" Michal blurted.

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[info]wadcock
2014-04-08 01:07 am UTC (link)
Seth blinked at Michal as he finally spat out what he really wanted to say. It was awful last time and everyone hated you! It was a fair point, he supposed but it was unexpected coming from Michal. So much had happened so quickly last time around, Seth couldn't really pinpoint any one thing to blame.

"I was a conceited git. Even I hate who I was back then, but that has nothing to do with Savannah. I'm pretty sure being with her was the only good decision made in those three years." He said not quite sure how to approach this. There was an unsettling feeling that everyone hated you really meant I hated you.

"It's not going to be like last time." Seth said with a tone that really didn't room for argument. He was determined this time. This time would make everyone forget there was even a last time. "I'm sure less people will hate me, and I'm going to make sure its not awful."

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[info]conways
2014-04-09 03:37 am UTC (link)
"I don't hate Savannah! I said it's not---" Michal started, his voice raising in frustration. Seth wasn't listening, and was crazy to think that he could so intently, with such determination in his tone, think that it wasn't going to be like last time.

"How? How are you going to do that?" Michal let out, dubious sarcasm dripping from his words. Frustrated, he pressed his palm to his own forehead. This wasn't what--- was this really what he wanted to be talking about? He didn't want to be doing this at all, let alone in a Charlie Spinner infested party.

Parties! He hated parties, especially parties that weren't even centered around him or his interests. Why was he even here, talking about--- it wasn't even--- Merlin this headache forming was worse than a well-watered hangover. Just wanting this to be over, Michal let out a great sigh and threw his hands down to his sides. He really just wanted to punch Seth in the face and get over all of this. That was how it always went, didn't it? They would punch each other in the face over something stupid (or not stupid), and get over it.

He really wanted to punch Seth in the face.

He probably shouldn't punch Seth in the face, should he?

Michal let out another sigh. Stepping close to Seth again, he spoke quickly. "If you promise me you're not going to morph into that guy from five years ago, and let me punch you in the face right here, right now, then we're good. I'll believe you and we can we can do--- whatever, whatever wedding things, whatever you want and I won't bring any of this up again."

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[info]wadcock
2014-05-01 10:09 pm UTC (link)
Seth stared at Michal. He was a different person, that's how he was going to do it. It was offensive that Michal thought that he would do the same thing again. But before he could even open his mouth to tell him off, he was speaking again.

He pursed his lips looking Michal over before firmly cuffing him on the back of the head. "No you can't punch me you idiot. What's wrong with you?" Seth shook his head. He ought to just punch Michal for the suggestion. "A fist fight in the middle of the World Cup After Party? Is that what would make you feel better? Make me look like I lost it just because England didn't win. I'm not that guy, I'm not going to be that guy ever again. Believe me because you believe, not because I let you use me as a punching bag."

He folded his arms across his chest glaring at his friend. Let me punch you in the face. The audacity. After a moment though, his glare faded and he rubbed his had down his face. He had been a shit friend back then, but that was because of other reasons, not because he married Savannah. "I'm not going anywhere Michal. I have a house in Falmouth, I've just extended my contract. This isn't five years ago."

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[info]starcrossed
2014-03-28 01:58 am UTC (link)
He had died. He had definitely died, because there was no way that an earthly-bound version of himself would've ever pulled off rubbing elbows with the greatest quidditch players of the current century in a social gathering. And not just any kind of social gathering, but the party that had followed the world cup final match. Literally everyone from the tournament had showed up, or at least it had felt like it, and even though the sting of England's loss was still coursing through his veins, all the famous people he was currently getting to 'accidentally bump in to' definitely helped ease the burn.

And! Louis' limerick hex had finally worn off, so he could actually talk like a normal human being again.

Definitely dead. Or maybe in a comatose-induced dream? The best comatose dream of his life! Look at all the things he was collecting, besides stories to tell to his great-great-great grandchildren.

"LOUIS!" Adian shouted, reaching out to grab his best friend upon finally finding him in the crowd. "BRANKOVITCH!" he wheezed, and quickly shook his hand that was holding a signed jersey by the American captain Maximus Brankovitch III. He leaned over, resting his free hands on his opposite knee for a moment to catch his breath. And he been running to locate Louis the moment Brankovitch placed the jersey in his hands and waved him off? Yes. And that had been about ten minutes ago, so...

"We are going to have to get Saoirse---" Adian struggled to get his sentence out, still grasping for air. "---literally the biggest fruit basket---" He stood up and leaned one hand on his back. "--- in the entire world for getting us in here."

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[info]superbad
2014-03-28 11:55 pm UTC (link)
"A-huh..."

Louis stared dazedly at the spot where the majestic Marie Lefèvre had seemingly vanished into thin air. After planting a kiss on his cheek in thanks for all of his support. If his red hair hadn't already been on end, it would have jolted upright in an instant. He'd had Lefèvre's poster on his wall since he was allowed posters on his wall, and he felt like he'd been knocked straight back into second year with how completely gobsmacked he was feeling. He could feel her lipstick stuck to his skin. Merlin. Goodness. He couldn't--

"---fruit...basket?"

Adian's gulps for air caused Louis to sort of return back to this plane of existence, and he looked over his friend. Or, more particularly, the jersey in his hands. Louis snatched out and grabbed the end of the USA jersey and let out his own quick gasp as he spotted the scrawl of an autograph.

"Brankovitch?" he let out, looking up at Adian in awe. The Maximus Brankovitch III? The man that Louis had set his sights on to somehow manage to convince to come over and play for the Kestrels? "Where--where is--holy shit!"

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[info]starcrossed
2014-03-31 01:26 am UTC (link)
"I KNOW!"

Adian jumped onto the balls of his feet in excitement, grinning madly. While nothing could surpass the absolute epicness of an English jersey signed by the likes of Midgen, Wadcock, Knightley, or Rabnott, the leader hailing from The Colonies wasn't such a bad consolation prize.

This jersey was definitely getting framed and hung above his bed back home though, no question about that. It was probably, currently, his most prized possession and would be treated as such. Careful to pry Louis hands away, he chattered on.

"I know I know I know this is crazy! I just---" Immediately Adian stopped talking, spotting an opportunity out of the corner of his eye. A camera, that witch was carrying a camera--- Adian looked at Louis briefly, and then quickly stumbled over his own two feet into a jumbled running start. They had a bet going to see who could be in the most pictures for the night, and right now.... well Adian wasn't really sure who was winning, but he was going to win, so---

Without so much as a word, he shoved his palm into the side of Louis' face as he jumped by his friend. Who was even gathering there on the other side of the lens? Adian couldn't tell, it really didn't matter, actually, just as long as he beat Louis there first---

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[info]liddie
2014-04-02 12:44 am UTC (link)
It was all very nice and thoughtful that this gentleman wizard was apologizing for his potentially suggestive foot play, but his spoken words were making it rather difficult for her to hear what her brother and Seth were saying across the bar, so for that, Liddie couldn't help but make an distracted face. Her lip reading wasn't as good as it once had been, and there was enough noise at the party to begin with make such a task already difficult. She just wanted to know what had transpired so severely between Seth and Michal in the past few weeks to them to have become such a divorced....

Liddie closed her eyes briefly, and opened them again, effectively clearing that last thought. Color her properly intrigued over Seth and Michal's apparent falling out, but any way she had a right to know as Michal's only devoted, and baby, sister. Curling her hair over her shoulder, and looked up at her new stranger friend's face.

He was tall. He would have much better earshot than her, yes, due to his height?

Turning back to him, she quickly sought to grab his attention again.

"Could you help me with something?" Liddie asked suddenly, and for helpful measure, rested her palm on his flat hand a few seconds after she spoke. Her fingers lightly brushed his knuckles as she blinked slowly. "Just a tiny favor? It's just... my brother...." Liddie let out a sigh, and casually waved her other hand in the air as she purposely trailed off into vagueness.

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[info]spinnets
2014-04-03 12:54 am UTC (link)
There was some slight amusement to be had when she all but ignored him. Charlie had spent the past few weeks being hounded by the media, fans, his team, and his sister (Delilah had finally come to her senses and cheered solely for Ireland); it was actually a bit of a relief to not have to answer questions or smile for pictures he'd never see. Being able to blend into the crowd of the party, at least for the time being, might be a good way to end his stay in New York. Charlie turned away with a grin, looking down the bar to see what was taking his drink so long to arrive.

Her slight touch, however, knocked the short lived reverie out of his mind. Charlie turned back to her, other hand still raised above the counter as he'd begun to wave over the bartender. His eyebrows rose, but he lowered his hand and smiled with a bit of amusement and confusion.

“Your brother?" he repeated, swiveling his seat to face her. "That's not something I hear a lot."

Was her brother one of those crazy fans that had managed to slip into this party and were snagging souvenirs like used napkins and taking pictures over the shoulders of the players? Charlie supposed one last autograph session wouldn't be a problem, but he waited to hear her out. Perhaps her brother had left her all alone, and she needed to be escorted home and he was just the strong and handsome bloke to do so. One could only dream, yeah?

"Sure, why not," he said, not bothering to ask what this favor actually was. Forget the quiet evening, when was Charlie ever really up for that? He grinned, looking expectantly at the woman. "I need all the help I can get when it comes to my sister, may as well return the favor."

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[info]liddie
2014-04-04 01:04 am UTC (link)
"Perfect!"

Her idle hand clamped down on his, and quickly Liddie jumped up from her seat to move close to her new accomplice. He would be able to get closer, much closer than she would've ever gotten without being spotted, yes? She hoped so. She really wanted to know what was going on between her brother and his best friend-- Seth hadn't been to the house once in the past two months. Undoubtably, that meant something serious.

Ducking her head slightly between her shoulders, she let her hair fall down to cover the side of her face facing Michal and Seth. Speaking quickly, Liddie only released Charlie's hand to point at her brother behind her extended palm.

"I need you to use your tall person powers and tell me what they're talking about over there." Liddie pulled her lips back for a moment before smiling brightly. He had a sister that made him need all the help he could get, he should understand the untiring duty of one sibling to the other.

For a brief moment, it occurred to Liddie that this new friend of hers might actually know of Michal. Or, even worse, know him personally. This was a quidditch party after all, and as Liddie had deduced, her brother actually was relatively popular (in the secondary term definition sense) within this community. So, for assurance on that potential fault in her plan, she smoothly added, "Please?"

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[info]spinnets
2014-04-05 12:09 am UTC (link)
There was a great need to pull a face and judge her immediately for being related to Lynch, but Charlie kept his amused expression sturdy. He and Rose Knightley had made it their life goal to pester Lynch as much as possible during their rehab sessions together, and while they were often foiled, this perhaps, would be the perfect way to sneak attack some much deserved revenge. Charlie pretended to pay apt attention to Lynch and Wadcock, who looked like they were going through something dramatic.

"Wow, the Polish Keeper's your brother?" Charlie said in great awe. "He almost played for Ireland, yeah?"

That caused him to grin, ever so much, but he stood straight and nodded. "I think I can help you out with that. Because you asked so nicely."

Charlie winked down at her, before slipping off his stool and rounding the bar to where Lynch and Wadcock were pouting. Moving through the crowd, he discreetly shook some hands from some other players, trying to keep his low-key persona in tact. He was sure Lady Lynch was keeping a keen eye on him, so he had to play the part. Finally coming around to the other side of the bar, Charlie pushed into the space between Lynch and the random person next to him. He saluted the two other players, a wide, cheeky smile stretched across his face.

"Hope you're enjoying our party, lads," Charlie said to the men before turning to the bar and flagging down the bartender. He had better luck on this side, it seemed, and his drink came right away. Charlie raised his pint up in silent cheers as he caught Lady Lynch's eye, and he winked before taking a drink.

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[info]liddie
2014-04-10 08:03 pm UTC (link)
He knew her brother.

Liddie puffed out her cheeks, feeling a twinge of guilt knowing the likelihood that she had just sent one of Michal's many self-proclaimed enemies to spy on him was high. But then she recalled he had been the one refusing to allow her in his life through normal venues, so, her guilt quickly morphed into a satisfied delight as her new accomplice blended in behind her brother. Now she just hoped that whatever he and Seth were talking seriously about was worth it.

And, if possible, highly embarrassing because she would enjoy that as well.

"You didn't tell me you play quidditch too," Liddie announced to her definitely a quidditch player acquaintance once he returned. Taking a sip from her drink, she looked up at Charlie with a glint in her eye. She had noticed his popularity among some of the other guests here already in the few minutes that had passed already. Was he Irish? Though, she supposed, her brother was very much Irish but played for another country.

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[info]spinnets
2014-04-13 02:27 pm UTC (link)
"I didn't?" Charlie said with an exaggerated tone of surprise. He scratched his head, thinking back. "That's usually the first thing I say to people! 'Hello, I'm a World Class quidditch player, would you like me to sign your t-shirt?'"

He slid back onto the stool that she had somehow managed to keep empty. Charlie couldn't imagine that there were many blokes at the party that would have been able to resist the urge to sit beside her, but Lady Lynch didn't seem like the type that would let anyone she didn't want in that sit to even get the chance. Charlie finished his drink before setting it back on the counter, barely able to hide his grin at how good the gossip he'd just eavesdropped on was.

"The information I just collected could probably earn me a small island in the Caribbean if I were to sell it to The Tattler," Charlie said, sounding immensely pleased with himself. Wadcock was engaged and Lynch was afraid it was going to ruin everything? Charlie knew how emotionally invested best friends could get, he and Octavius could live out the rest of their lives on an ice lake in Minnesota without much qualms, he was no stranger to these sort of talks. Part of him felt guilty, but that guilt only lasted a few seconds as he recalled how much of a dick Michal Conway Lynch was.

"So, as I made my way back through the crowd, I thought to myself...how easily should I give this sort of news up?" Charlie's eyebrows rose in a mischievous manner and he rapped his fingers on the counter. "I'll be more inclined to share with an offer better than a private island on the table..."

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[info]liddie
2014-04-16 02:16 am UTC (link)
"What!" Liddie immediately gapped, her jaw dropping a bit as she spoke. A better offer? What a load of dung that was! Her brow darkened, and all of the sudden, the reason as to why she had so solemnly avoided anything quidditch player over the years (well, except for one. Two!) had something vaguely to do with the smug being before her. What did he think she was going to do? Saunter up to him provocatively and whisper sweet nothings in his ear until he spilled? Who was he?

One, she wasn't that kind of witch, two that was her brother, she out of anyone had the right to know what exactly was going on over there. Three, she felt far too annoyed at the thought of being so out of the know that even remotely playing along with his game seemed impossible, and four, she had spent most of her life getting exactly what she wanted so why he thought he could stop that now was preposterous. Liddie let out a huff.

"Excuse me," she snapped, and promptly dropped her feet down to the floor. Snatching her purse from the bar top, in the same motion Liddie flicked her hair over her shoulder and stuck her chin up high in the air. Better offer than a private island? She tutted to herself as she began to walk away, intent on interrupting Seth and Michal herself.

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[info]spinnets
2014-04-18 10:01 pm UTC (link)
Charlie blinked. Apparently he couldn't just hop back into the flirting game as easily as he thought he could. He bit his tongue, watching her stalk off. Perhaps his luck had run out for the night, and he should just settle with the drink he had and call it a night. It had been a long few weeks, and maybe this was a sign! Maybe he still wasn't ready to try and talk to a girl in that way, maybe he was repeating history with hitting on a quidditch player's sister, maybe---

---oh, fuck it.

He pushed quickly off his seat and pushed quickly through the crowd, not having lost Lady Lynch in the crowd. Charlie made a mad dash and knocked over a tray of appetizers before finally managing to cut in front of her. He spun around and put his hands up, showing his innocence and, you know, displaying a slight plea for attention.

"I haven't flirted in two years," he admitted with not much shame. And loudly, too, because he'd stopped her by one of the speakers. There was nothing wrong with having been in a relationship, his mature mind reasoned. Charlie grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders, "I may be a bit rusty. I didn't mean to say--I was trying to get you to agree to see me not...here. Again. Somewhere else. Even if it's just me paying for your lunch."

Charlie rocked back and forth for a moment, knowing he'd messed up. He let out a breath.

"Wadcock's engaged. Your brother's not happy. Am I still a dolt?"

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