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chaosbagman​:

          “Couse I know what I’m talking about. I just have to pretend that I root for another team because, erm, well… my brother plays for a different team.” Otto liked the statistics behind the odds of a team winning, but when it came to actually following Quidditch, he didn’t do that very well. He preferred the mathematics behind gambling. “I can blend in. See,” he pulled out the reporters notebook and quill he’d grabbed just for this occasion. “No, it’s actually quite a fun show. You should listen to it.” 

“I only listen to quidditch radio, full time quidditch radio. Not some wee weirdo jumping topics because he think it’ll be good for his show.” Emma snorted in the other’s general direction. “Ye don’t look like ye’ve ever written something in the book down in yer entire life. And ye don’t have an interview scheduled I bet. They’ll just get ye kicked out if they want to and it’ll make no difference. Aye who’s yer wee brother?”

#c otto

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zabxni​:

     Ramona rolls her eyes. Clearly, Emma wasn’t the sort to talk about boys, but she wasn’t going to let that deter her. She dismisses the wixes comments with a shrug. “But when they’re done practising, maybe they’ll come say hello!” She points to the seeker. “That one’s my favourite, I think. He’s fast. That probably makes him the best one, right?” 

“They go shower when they’re done, aye. Then they go home to sleep. The quidditch player’s life isn’t all that fabulous, ye’d think.” Her nose wrinkled up at the other’s ridiculous hopes. “Ye think fast is best? Ye sound like ye don’t know the game. It’s good not best. Maybe yer so fast that ye zoom on right past the quaffle or ye move too fast and ye let yerself get in the way of a bludger and suddenly yer in for it. Or ye can’t even guard yer post ‘cause yer obsessed with speed Be a shite player ye would.”

#c ramona

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wecsleys​:

             “  oh,  wicked,  didn’t  realize  you  played  all  positions.  don’t  you  ever  get  exhaisted  ?  you  know,  from  playing  keeper  while  also  having  to  play  offense  ?  ”  he  wasn’t  sure  why  she  was  acting  so  bratty  towards  him.  it  wasn’t  like  he  had  done  anything  to  her,  or  so  he  thought.  he  was  fine  being  sassy  back  to  her.  “  no,  i  didn’t  play,  but  i  also  graduated  so  even  if  i  did,  i  still  wouldn’t  be  on  the  team.  ”  his  brows  were  knit  together  and  his  nose  crinkled  slightly.

“Ye better off knowing how to play all of them anyway. It’s called being prepared..., Widley.” Why was his name so hard to remember? Emma figured he just didn’t have a very distinctive face. That was it. He just blended in too much. “Yeah, good. Ye look like ye might have been clumsy on a broom anyways. Would have been right good fer me to watch ye bumble off though. And I’d recognize any real team players anyway. Just being polite with ye.”

#c arthur

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wecsleys​:        

          arthur’s  eyebrows  furrowed  during  their  awkward  silence  before  being  called  by  the  wrong  name.  sure,  it  wasn’t  the  first  time,  and  definitely  wouldn’t  be  the  last,  but  he  was  thankful  it  wasn’t  worse.  could’ve  been  weaselbum. “ right. ”  he  nodded,  ignoring  the  name.  “  you  were  from  the  slytherin  team  right  ?  ”  she  didn’t  seem  like  much  a  slytherin  to  him,  but  what  did  he  know.  

“I am the slytherin team.” It still didn’t make as to why he was here. She was pretty sure this was a closed practice, one of the few perks to her parents’ journalism passes. She should bugger off to the changing rooms when they’re all done, talk them up more. “Yer not on yer team yer not. Don’t think so, I’d recognize ye more but yer face is more like blurry to me.”

#c arthur

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ardenconway​:

arden had rolled her eyes at the generalization. she was loyal to her team, it was clear that they didn’t feel the same but it didn’t matter. what did was what happened on their pitch here. arden knew that she was good, she didn’t need to prove her worth, but in her dreams, she had hoped that she would be on that paper on the team that she had supported since she was a kid. “well, looks like i’ll have to figure out somewhere else to go.” she was mainly talking to herself, exiting out of the conversation mentally but she was trying not to be rude.

“Ye’ll absolutely need to find another pitch.” Emma narrowed her eyes, squinting to look over the pitch. She could make out the wee outline of her dad and the seeker still working through questions. It meant she’d be stuck here for longer, it meant that watching the practice would be delayed. She’d rather have a move on it all. “They’ll be using it here for hours, all night if they need.” It was known to be intense at the Bats and Emma had yet to seen that much first hand. 

#c arden

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Connection and Plot Ideas

Quidditch bros - Whether these are teammates or mutual fans of Holyhead Harpies. Emma is unabashedly supportive of anyone involved in the sport, barring they don’t mention her own injuries.

@rvbvstn Rabastan Lestrange - The best boi who helped her get back to quidditch with some tough love. Unfortunately, given circumstances things only got tougher.

@ardenconway​ Arden Conway - They were closer back then. But this is now and Emma isn’t sure how to feel about Slytherin anymore

@regulustxt​ Regulus Black - For means to an end - meaning wanting to win the House Cup. She’ll take the best she can get and forget the rest

@mclfoyss Lucius Malfoy - Another situation of things being better in the past. Emma can’t bring herself to view housemates as friends. But a team-mate is a team-mate, even if she will ignore it for now. At least he believes it

Open Connection

How Are you Even Real? - Friends who don’t get how such a doofy girl could be in Slytherin

Open Connection

Common Room Tension Emma is a halfblood, happy-go-lucky gal. Her relationship to some of her fellow Slytherins can be quite tense. She also just thinks they take themselves so seriously and think who they are.

@bvrgins​  Kseniya Borgin - Emma is an instigator and Kseniya is a blossoming description of evil. They’re fights can seem childish until things escalate for the worse.

Open Connection

Tutor - She’s trying to do better in school with OWLS around the corner, and she needs some help in several subjects.

@hvwliing​ Remus Lupin - He’s too good for dealing with her. That’s all

Tell-All - Just her best girlfriend in the world, absolutely no secrets here between them.

  open connection

Similar Soul - Emma is made up of joy at her roots, she is ambitious in such a way that she desires to see herself succeed as well as others. Sometimes this isn’t so clear because she does enjoy messing with people just a little bit. But this person sees that, knows that, and can enjoy it completely.

open connection

Community - Emma can be quite caricature-ish  so I could see her in this sort of “misfits/found family”crew of students of any background or interest.

open connection

Crushes - She is the type of person to get a crush, never tell anyone about and just bury it deep down inside of herself and die with it Open Connection

Open Connection

The beater who likely performed an illegal move -During the game, the bludger hit her in the rain, the move went unseen in the storm. Nobody could imagine where it came from through the stormy clouds. Maybe a stray shot? To this day, she does not know where the bludger came from.

Dolores Umbridge - Her reasons? Unknown. But it was a rainy game, stormy beyond belief. So nobody ever even knew…

Anti-Captain - As Emma is coming back as quidditch captain. This is someone highly supremacist who does not want her to reclaim that title. Depending on who this is, I could see it playing out a few ways. Maybe just rudeness, maybe sabotage. I’m open to anything.

Open Connection

#wc #wanted connections #plot idea #YELL AT ME IF I GOT SOMETHING WRONG OK

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chaosbagman​:

          “What, I haven’t checked the odds in a few days. It’s not like I have a team I typically just… look at the odds.” He couldn’t help laughing a bit at how worked up she was getting over a comment he made. No one ever took him seriously. “Oh, well I don’t care what the interview is about. I just wanted to see if I could blend in. I guess that answers that question.” 

“That’s not enough, ye sound like ye don’t know what yer talking about.” Of course he didn’t. Emma just looked at him, he looked pointless almost. “Ye stick out like sore thumb, don’t know where ye are or where yer going, I bet. Yer show must be radio silence.”

#c otto #this is so much sorter apologies

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ardenconway​:

arden had brought her broom out onto the pitch just to clear her head because that seemed to be the only way to do it. she didn’t really know what to do with herself now that she was actually here, but the girl couldn’t sit in one place for too long and by the time that she had actually wanted to do something there was an interview happening. so that squashed that plan. she was about to head out until she saw emma. broom in hand she had sauntered over towards her before quickly nodding. “more of a holyhead harpies girl myself but that’s cool.” her voice a monotone, squinting her eyes so she could see them more. “i was heading back anyway.”

“Harpies just...they just harp on, aye. Like I need to see them in the wee paper every morning for doing the same thing. Bats are in paper too, but that’s because their beater keeps inventing new stuff and they can’t decide if its against the rules or not.” Plenty of rules in quidditch, Emma memorized most of them when she was about nine. However, some of them just didn’t really matter or apply in modern day. “They’ll be practicing much longer anwyay”

#c arden

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silasselwyn​:

          “Do you have to be so much?” he asked. He’d always been someone who liked subtleties. He was tired and didn’t feel like continuing this conversation, regardless of how Emma felt. “You’re just a lot. And no, I can’t talk. Not to most people anyway.”  That wasn’t true, Silas was decent with people and didn’t mind talking to them, he preferred people who were more subtle. “Stop calling me that.” He sighed. “I don’t know, are you having a pleasant conversation with me?” From where he was, this conversation couldn’t be that great. “How would you know that my face smells bad?” 

“Actually I’m pretty wee in size, aren’t I? That’s not so much. Maybe ye just don’t have a personality, Sally.” Emma crossed her arms, not buying his explanation. “Seems like a perfectly lovely conversation to me, but you’re a grump with a smelly face so what do I know? Except that I’m right.” Of course she would never smell his face, what was wrong with him?

#c silas #ig she changed his name

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zabxni​:

    Ramona shoots Emma a bored look. “I’m just here to watch. Those boys are fit,” she responds, eyes turning to the players flying around the pitch. She definitely wasn’t interested in the sport, thats for sure: Quidditch is boring. She turns to Emma with a grin. “Do you know any of them? Do you think they’ll come over?”

“They’re all sweaty, catch yerself on. They feckin’ stink bad.” Emma’s hand came to support chin, squishing against one cheek while her eyes just barely turned to see the other next to her. “Aye, I’ve been here since I was a wee’an. Me dad is doing a report on them again. And no, they won’t come over to ye. They don’t know ye and they’re practicing, they are.”

#c ramona

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ardenconway​:

arden had brought her broom out onto the pitch just to clear her head because that seemed to be the only way to do it. she didn’t really know what to do with herself now that she was actually here, but the girl couldn’t sit in one place for too long and by the time that she had actually wanted to do something there was an interview happening. so that squashed that plan. she was about to head out until she saw emma. broom in hand she had sauntered over towards her before quickly nodding. “more of a holyhead harpies girl myself but that’s cool.” her voice a monotone, squinting her eyes so she could see them more. “i was heading back anyway.”

“Aye well, harpies aren’t here right now, use yer eyes.” Emma blurted out. She re-adjusted herself on the bleachers. Usually interviews with her dad were fun, but this one was mad private and she was stuck out here alone. She figured they may come out to practice again soon after. It had been years since she was a wee’an sneaking into their changing rooms, stealing uniforms. “Yeah, yer not getting out there today. They’re loosing training season time for this and they’d be taking back to the pitch right after.”

#c arden

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chaosbagman​:

          “I’m probably not,” Otto vaguely remembered reading a sign that said DO NOT DISTURB, not that he’d ever paid attention to signs before. “The Bats, eh? I hear their odds of winning are pretty high this year.” Otto shrugged at the question. “Donno, I’m bored. Trying to find new content for my show.” 

“Always is, they always win. Catch yerself on, it’s not exactly a rumor mill, they’ve got the feckin stats to prove it.” Emma eyed the funnily appearing fellow before her. “Aye, well that’s me dad’s interview that’s happening over there. It’s not for your wee ears. Don’t care what yer show is about.”

#c otto

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silasselwyn​:

          “That isn’t my name,” he protested. Talking to her was like talking to a brick wall. He balled his hand into a fist. Not that he knew how to fist fight someone. He wasn’t grumpy. Silas was tired and irritated. He wasn’t drunk enough for this conversation. Though maybe if he was more drunk, he’d be a little more loose lipped than he was already being. Silas didn’t talk about his opinions with people. “I’m not grumpy, you’re just…” he scoffed, pointing to her as if that conveyed all his feelings. He wasn’t going to let her get the best of him. “You don’t know everything,” he told her. Why was he still talking to her? 

Emma pointed back at him, pulling an exaggerated face of mocking confusion. “What’s that supposed to be? Ye can’t talk right then either can ye?” She wouldn’t straight up says he knew everything, but she probably wasn’t far off most of the time. People showed themselves pretty easily. “If yer not grumpy, then I’m what? Pointy? But yer the one pointing, yer are. Silly-ass McPointy. And that makes ye seem grumpier. I’m just having a pleasant conversation with ye, am I not? Gave a sweet and nice name and ye act like I told ye that yer face smells bad.”

#c silas

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wecsleys​:

           “  me  ?  ”  arthur  questioned  as  he  looked  behind  him.  “  oh,  i’m  just  looking  around.  not  a  quidditch  pro  myself,  but  obsessed  with  the  sport.  i  mean,  who  isn’t  really.  ”

“Lots of people don’t, they’re imps...” her eyes narrowed as her voice cut off, not sure what to address him as. Right he was the wee weird one from Gryffindor, too old for her to know and clearly too uncoordinated for quidditch if her memory served her well. “Wesley.”

#c arthur #it was the first on clicky i swear

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where: waiting for her dad to finish a work interview

“I’m allowed to be here. Me dad is doing a wee profile on their seeker over there. See?” She pointed over in a vague direction. “Ballycastle Bats. That’s my team anyway. What’re ye doing here?” @beforedawnstarters​

#dawn:starter #in prophet offices? or on a quidditch pitch somewhere???? #i hope???

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silasselwyn​:

          “I’m aware, but that does not mean I have to go around talking about them with people. I can keep my opinion to myself. Also, that’s not my name. I prefer Silas.” He tried not to make enemies. Sure, he wasn’t friends with muggleborns and his list of non-pureblood friends he had was slim, but he didn’t like to make enemies. Having them was difficult to navigate situations that might arise later in life and he preferred not to make his life more difficult than it already was at times. “Right, because you know everything about what’s going on in my mind. That makes sense. And quit calling me a grump. I am reserved and quiet which does not make me a grump.” Although he was starting to feel like he was getting grumpy. 

“Yer name sounds like Silly-ass more than I thought then.” Emma shrugged, that would just have to be his name then. it made the most sense in the end anyway. Eyes narrowed to the boy, he was pretty ridiculous she decided. “Aye, I do. Don’t ye know that I know abso-bloody-lutely everything ever, catch yerself on. And the more ye talk ye sound grumpier so don’t like about it. If yer a grump yer a grump and yer not going to change that by just saying it, yer not. Ye’d have to prove that but if yer a grump that I don’t think yer going to even try. So go be yer grump-self, Silly-ass.”

#c silas #language tw #silas' new song is That's Not My Name

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ofdvrkncss​:

“ i didn’t say that they were difficult, i just said that i was focused on them, unlike some people who wasted their time on things that won’t matter when we leave these halls. ” she rolls her eyes. catherine has always valued academics over relationships of any sort, and anyone ignorant of that tends to get on her nerves easily. “ then i suppose we’re going to have to get used to the company, because i don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. ”

“How much focus does it take ye to look at a silly piece of paper.” Emma laughed with her arms crossed. “Maybe yer eyes are all small so it takes longer, aye?” The value of academics was secondary. Yes, she cared because she had to. But a sharp mind was worth more than the parchments lead on. “Fine with me as long as ye don’t decide to start studying since yer in love with textbooks.”

#c catherine