WHO: Maggie Brand and Adrian Mattias
WHAT: Confrontations?!
WHERE: Caerphilly Pitch!
WHEN: Before the game today!

( Maggie nearly gasped at her own words; had she just placed her own nails into the coffin of their relationship?  )

Dear Miss/Mr. Last name here!

I am writing to inquire as to if you would sit for an exclusive interview for an uncoming special Quidditch edition of The Quibbler. I request a prompt reply as there are deadlines to meet and time is short, especially with the Dijibouti flu going around. I thank you in advance for your time and consideration.

Sincerely,
Xenophilius Lovegood
Editor-in-Chief

WHO: Adrian Mattias and Maggie Brand
WHAT: Adrian gets an interesting letter before the wedding
WHEN: Sunday afternoon

( He had never, for a second from engagement, doubted there would be anything that would stop them from getting married save Maggie’s unwillingness )

It was the last Friday of the preseason and Maggie desperately wished that her 'holiday' could have stretched out just a few more days. Maybe another week, or a month, just as long as she didn't have to get on the pitch and have to be photographed by those thousands of people watching, just waiting for her to mess up. She'd never felt such a drop in confidence in her life, but her first match in a Tornadoes uniform was proving to be the scariest, most terrifying day she'd ever have to endure.

Maybe she could get sick, come down with dragon pox or something. No one could blame her if she had terrible spots boiling and bubbling all over her face, yeah?

The thought of her skin being covered in pox made Maggie wrinkle her nose, and she found herself returning to reality, staring at Adrian's back as he thanked the manager of the restaurant for keeping the more obtrusive fans (and cameramen) away from his and Maggie's dinner table. She was very grateful for the privacy, as her nerves had gotten the best of her throughout the night even if it had been a lovely dinner with quite the romantic atmosphere. She couldn't blame Adrian for doing his best to brighten her mood, and that was why she grabbed his hand the moment he was done talking, and pressed herself to his arm.

She smiled at the manager and quietly thanked him too, ready to go.

Of course the party had a slight theme of blue and yellow. It wasn't blatantly obvious, but as Bess shifted the United blue napkins to the perfect angle, she couldn't help but beam at how proud she was of the entire gathering. People were happy to see each other, mingling and looking relaxed; the party was exclusive to the players and their guests, so there were no cameramen or journalist---the only pictures being taken were by the players themselves, who seemed to be having a good time goofing off before work began again. Bess had really never thought about being one of those wives, that hosted parties and entertained guests, but---she had to admit that it was quite fun.

The garden looked beautiful. Bess wasn't quite sure how Drystan had so easily managed to get the space, but she wasn't going to complain. Her husband had tricks up his sleeve that she'd probably never fully figure out. Plus, she'd gotten her sister-in-law out of her flat and now Penelope was somewhere around here...hopefully talking to a handsome bloke (but just talking! Only talking!).

Bess couldn't be more pleased with herself. She let out a breath and shook her head at a few players who were on their fourth glass of champagne.

"MONTROSE MAGPIES, THE 1982 BRITISH AND IRISH LEAGUE CHAMPIONS!"

Oh, Maggie would never get tired of hearing that. As trying as the past few weeks, months had been, seeing her stadium (her stadium) lit up with fireworks and fans and just---it was amazing, it was the best feeling she'd ever had in the whole entire world. She was a champion! Her team, they were champions! Oh, she loved her team, she really did. As much as they annoyed her all the time, they had definitely suffered through enough embarrassment and humiliation to last a lifetime and it just made them all work so much harder to get to this place.

The celebration party was set for the pitch of Montrose Stadium, a great white, billowing tent was set up almost immediately after the teams had come off the pitch, and after two hours of interviews and awards (Drake won the game M.V.P.! Maggie had jumped onto his back mid-interview), she was now dressed like a a bloody rockstar. She definitely felt like one, and would continue to feel this way all the way until next year's championship.

She felt a hand on her elbow and Maggie twisted, her eyes batting with a great smile, "What a match, huh?"


[OOC:] You can either tag at the party, or comment as if it were a news post! Interactive fun~

It was still very, very strange to think of herself as a mother, but Maggie managed. She was a cool mum. She was a cool, hip, hot young mother! A single mum, at that! Maggie was raising Josef all by herself, and doing a pretty damn good job! Okay, so maybe Geoffrey came over quite a bit, but that was because he didn't have a girlfriend and had nothing else to do after practice. And Odette came by a lot, but that was because Anna needed a play buddy and----Drystan too, but that was because he probably thought she was going to drop Josef on his head or something (she'd only dropped him once, but had caught him just in time!).

And there was Adrian, too. Maggie didn't really know what to think of him, besides the fact that he was a great actor. He must've taken lessons in Portugal or something, because he was ridiculously good at being an affectionate boyfriend, which is hard when you're not actually getting any affection out of it. Josef seemed to like him, too, and it just---worked. Their little façade worked; Adrian was praised beyond belief for sweeping in and taking up his responsibilities as Josef's 'father', and Maggie didn't have to deal with all the questions and concerns the public had about her personal life.

They thought she was happy with her perfect foreign boyfriend.

And she was. Except he was fake.

"Ooooohh, look what Opa sent!" Maggie cooed, pulling up the tiniest Heidelberg Harriers jersey she'd ever seen. She held it up for Josef, sitting in his bouncy seat, to see. He didn't seem very impressed, so she turned toward Adrian, "Look at how cute!"

Why was he plagued with the worst kind of luck! Why? One would think that it would be great, to have any kind of good luck at all. But in Adrian's opinion, it wasn't. Life would be a lot easier to deal with if he knew that things would always go one way or another; not in the twisted way it usually did for him. Like having a famous father. Sure that was great, but it wasn't exactly like they had ever really met. That didn't get him very far did it? And now, Noah Boot---

Adrian cringed at the thought of the other man, his feet coming to a stop. Yes, Adrian had somehow gotten out of Friday's event alive and well (how, he still had no idea), but the man in the planetarium that had saved him had been taken. Kidnapped! If that wasn't enough, after further research Adrian discovered that this kidnapped man was Noah Boot, and he was Odette's fiance! How-- how was that even possible? Out of all the people--- the one person--- it was unbelievable. The worst kind of good luck. Now there was the possibility-- Adrian shook his head again, forcing himself to move forward through the Magpies' Stadium.

He had to tell Odette. It wasn't... he knew she wouldn't take it well, but this knowledge was eating him alive; it was starting to become unbearable. Pulling back his shoulders in an anxious manner, Adrian finally found himself walking out onto the pitch. The team wasn't practicing now, he knew that, but he had hoped he would find Odette here beating out whatever issues she had at the moment. After a few seconds of searching the sky and the stands, he realized she wasn't here.

Sighing, he turned and spotted a blonde woman still in gear a few meters away from him. No doubt she was one of Odette's teammates; she would have some idea, wouldn't she? Adrian promptly walked over, too focused on his mission to remember common courtesy. "Have you seen Odette?" he asked, shielding the sun's glare from his eyes with his hand.

Who: Odette MacFarlan & Adrian Mattias
What: REUNITED LOL
Where: Manchester!
When: today! aka before the blackout

( Oh. Had he gone too far? )

Gabriel was silently wording his opening lines for the next segment of news when the lights dropped. He lifted his head in a curious manner, having been standing away from the news desk and wondering if it was just a backdrop thing. It wasn't exactly peculiar, there had been men working on the spells earlier this week which had caused the lighting charms to flicker and crackle. He let out a breath and stood where he was, watching as nearly everyone around him performed lumos with their wands. Gabriel supposed he should as well, and wondered if this sort of incident would mess up the wireless airwaves. He didn't know much about the magic behind the WWN, but he supposed those who did would fix things.

He muttered to his assistant that he was going to go into the corridor to see if it was only their studio that had gone out, and she quickly skittered away to find the snack trays. Gabriel let out a breath, sighing at the thought of having to stay at work later because of this delay. He had dinner plans for Rachel and the children, he did not need the annoyance of pushing back reservations. As he pushed out into the hallway, he let out a groan at the darkness. His wand was soon out and he felt awfully tired, frustrated that his day was going to be spent in near darkness.

"Do you have light?" he called out to a figure down the hall, noticing a brighter light than that of a normal lit wand. "The spells have gone out over here, it's pitch---"

Why had he been so languid in his movements just now? Darkness overcoming the WWN studios? In the middle of Diagon Alley? Diagon Alley, which was the near breeding ground for death eater attacks. Gabriel wished he had the mindset to jump to the worst possible conclusion, but the spell the cloaked death eater shot off sliced him across the side of the head, knocking him out cold and to the ground.

If he didn't die today, right now, Rachel was going to kill him.


( OOC! )