RP: Food and Quidditch

[anon_alicia]

Date: 11 June 2003 - 5 pm
Characters: Everybody who’d like to join (Please add your character’s tag when you enter)
Location: The Courtyard (Snitches over Snatch and Oliver and Tracey’s yet-to-be-named café)
Status: Public
Summary: Another opening, this time a collaboration of Quidditch and food.
Completion: Incomplete

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[anon_clint]

He smiled and raised his glass with hers. "Cheers to you Spinnet and congratulations on a wonderful idea," he said, grinning. "With a bit of help you managed to pull it off rather nicely." His voice was teasing and he nudged her side. "All joking aside," he said. "It's quite fantastic."

Clint followed her and leaned against the counter drinking his rather lovely tasting beverage. She'd gotten to know him rather well over the past few months and he wondered if being in such close proximity with Gryffindors was beginning to wear on him. Evidently he was as open as a book to her. Surprisingly, he found that he didn't mind. "Well," he said, purposely taunting her by letting his eyes roam up her body. "I'm still trying to convince your darling fiancee that if we muss you up some and throw you half-naked on a bed, we'll sell out completely."

He winked. "And then we'll have it all. Talent, achievement, love for the game and, of course, your charming good looks." He crossed his legs and rested an elbow on the counter, his eyes scouting the store. "Then we'll have it all."

[anon_alicia]

Alicia couldn’t help but snort into her drink as a sudden giggle overcame her. “Oh, well, obviously you’ll be striving to have this gorgeous body in there,” she and shifted her hips slightly to strike a subtle pose, before she gestured to the people outside with a nod of her head. “I was talking about the more unfortunate sods who’ll actually have work to achieve my level.” With a roll of her eye she waved her hand and with it shook off the pretense attitude, and replaced it with a genuine grin.

“It’s true though,” she gave him now that she was relaxed back against the counter again, “couldn’t have done it without you or Cho, and I’ve every bit of confidence that it’ll only get better, once we really get started. You with your brooms, and I’m thinking about looking closer at some of the Muggle outfits. See if we can’t bring some comfort back into the game, you know?” Initially Clint hadn’t been her preferred working partner, yet she had figured, already during their first talk when she had hired him, that even so, there was no way she was going to go easy on him, just because they weren’t of the same making. If she was to work close with somebody, she had to be able to joke with them, and while Warrington was a royal arsehole at times, she could live with that, since he seemed to have accepted - and even partaked in - the ribbing that went on in the shop.

[anon_clint]

"Seriously Spinnet," he said, eyeing her up and down. "You should do it. You, Johnson and Bell were pretty decent chasers." He shrugged. Clint never would have admitted that before but he was feeling exceptionally generous today. It was possible that he was happy but he didn't think he was quite ready to explore that odd feeling just yet. "Nothing near my and Flint, of course. But, for girls..." He let the sentence trail off, his face impassive.

Her admission was nice and he just nodded, unsure really what to say. This new found relationship was something unexpected and he was still adjusting to it. She had a wicked sense of humor and his dry wit and sarcastic commentary probably drove her mental but she seemed to accept him for who he was. "That's nice of you to say," he mumbled.

Clearing his throat, Clint looked out over the crowd, determined now to get her into the calendar. "I think you'd be a fantastic Ms. February. Course we'd have to do those lovely photos soon before you get a bit on around the middle." He was teasing of course, he enjoyed pushing her buttons. It amused him to no end.

[anon_alicia]

”I seem to be getting rounder everywhere but around the middle,” Alicia growled with amused annoyance, as she looked down herself. Somewhere it struck her, that just like every other pregnant girl, she’d end up losing sight of her feet, only she had a feeling it wouldn’t be her belly that was blocking the view. At least not at the rate she had grown at by now. Then again, now she had felt it, so there was something growing in there, and it would have to show… eventually.

Still, she wasn’t going to let him get off that easily. “You and Flint were flying brick walls,” she said, quirking an eyebrow as she looked back up at him, “and with just about the same amount of agility, not to mention an uncanny ability to see yourself as Beaters and fly accordingly…” She shrugged carelessly, although her eyes were twinkling with mirth. “Of course, shouldn’t be surprised, you only had six years to learn the difference, yeah? Can’t really expect miracles in that amount of time, can ye?”

She sent him a grin before she took a long sip from her drink, letting the surprisingly tasty beverage quench her thirst. “Ms. February, eh?” she questioned him with a quirked eyebrow. “What would that make you and Wood? And are you really sure you want to go there?” Alicia was having fun, no doubt about that, after all, it had been fun too - but in a different way - when Oliver had convinced her the first time about this. But… there really was no point in letting Warrington know that. He needed to work too sometimes, and not just rely on Wood to handle Alicia.