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Tweak says, "CHOCOLATE cake"

clintwarrington (clintwarrington) wrote in hp_faculty,
@ 2010-08-07 23:25:00

Entry tags:

character: clint warrington, character: katie bell, character: oliver wood, date: oct 2000, entry: thread, location: hogsmeade, open to: all

10.7.00
WHO: Open to All
WHAT: Canceled Quidditch
WHEN: 10.7.00 - Afternoon
WHERE: Hogsmeade
STATUS: In-Progress
RATING: R
TAGGED?: Yar
F-LOCKED?: Not yet

Clint was annoyed. He'd woken up early to check the pitch for the Hufflepuff versus Slytherin match to find bloody flobber-worms everywhere. They'd infested the field overnight as some student thought it'd be hilarious to dump the stock and spread lettuce everywhere. They'd destroyed the field and the match was canceled. There wasn't a way to get the field in repair and it seemed everyone headed to Hogsmeade to enjoy the sunny afternoon. Clint sat out and stared over the field. He missed Quidditch. Missed playing it. Missed feeling the wind on his face and even the cold rain.

There wasn't anything like the feel of perfectly timed play that led to that perfect goal. The air was crisp and the weather fair. He could hear the students and teachers walking to Hogsmeade but was content to sit here, alone. There hadn't been news in ages from his publicist. Falmouth seemed to have abandoned him. Leaning back, he looked at the cloudless sky. A perfect day for a game. He was a fantastic athlete and he'd been fucking reduced to this. He should be playing. Should be out there with his teammates and enjoying the promise of a win. He should be on the list for the English national team. This was supposed to be his year.

"And I fucked it up," he muttered, standing up. "Fucked it up because I fucked the wrong bird."

Disgusted with himself, he headed down the stairs and off the pitch. The gate was a short walk and unable to bear the chatter of students, he apparated quickly to the center of town. The Three Broomsticks seemed to be the best choice as they closed it off to students. "Thank God," he muttered, pushing the doors open.

Nothing like a pint for what ails you.

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clintwarrington
2010-08-09 06:20 am UTC (link)

Clint snorted and ordered a round of firewhisky for him and Wood. "Open a tab," he said. Sitting on a stool, he glanced over at the door, wondering if Penny would be coming in. He saw Bell and Spinnet walk in and turned back around.

Wood was right and that irked him more than anything. There was truth to what he said. It wasn't about the game anymore but he'd enjoyed many of the perks that came along with being a great athlete and a top player. He had liked the woman fawning over him, enjoyed being on the cover of magazines and having witches lust after him. He recognized that it was part of the game. Of course, he grew in a family where a person wasn't worthwhile unless they provided something, unless they were a commodity.

Nodding, he shrugged. "Nothing's like that anymore. It's all image. No matter what you do. You, me, Spinnet...we're here for on reason and one reason alone and that was to make the sell." Glancing at his...whatever Wood was, he sighed. "You're a bloody brilliant Keeper. Easily could've captained the national team."

He threw back his drink. "People are mad because of your talent. No one likes to see talent wasted. Even if you are a git."

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ohhwood
2010-08-09 03:31 pm UTC (link)

Oliver climbed onto the stool, hooking his legs around the rungs as he accepted the glass of firewhiskey put in front of him. It had been too long since he'd been out, cutting loose with friends. Like we all used to after a good match. He sighed and looked away, not wanting Warrington to catch a whiff of his melancholy. It didn't help that his gaze went directly to Alicia and Katie. Bloody fucking hell. If this isn't going to be uncomfortable.

He agreed but disagreed, shaking his head emphatically after finishing his drink in one swallow. "And I'm not something that's going to be sold. I'm not there to make them money." Oliver heard the compliment and it cut deep. Warrington was right. He could have Captained national. That was more the true essence of the sport, not all the publicity and product advertisements. Wood shrugged but it still hurt.

Oliver snorted. "I'm a git?" He looked at Warrington and chuckled. "Who were you shagging? The owner's wife? The trainer's daughter? All of them? Tell me that wasn't a waste, to get you ostracized here to teach ickle kiddies how to ride brooms. Aren't you better than that?"

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clintwarrington
2010-08-09 08:34 pm UTC (link)

Clint ignored his wistful gaze and glanced in the same direction. Bell and Spinnet were looking chummy. He grinned. "Well, what it must be like to date friends..." He shook his head. Clint was fairly depraved but he'd never really shagged two best friends and expected. Well, not separately at least.

"Tell yourself what you want mate," he said, shrugging. "I still think you'd have taken England to the finals. Money's just part of the business. Besides, your shoppe, it's pushing Quidditch items which, in essence will make money for the teams." He glanced over at Wood. "It's what we do. We may not like it but it's the price you pay to do something you love."

Clint just grinned at Oliver's response. "Owner's daughter. Sadly, it wasn't worth it in the end. Bint wasn't even that good." He hated that Wood was right but he was. "No one expects me to be better than that. I'm just a pretty face who can play a bit of Quidditch. I know what sells." He couldn't help but feel they'd bring him back. A losing streak was a losing streak and when you suspended your captain... "Think you'll ever go back?"

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ohhwood
2010-08-10 04:15 pm UTC (link)

Oliver shook his head and grimaced. Seeing Alicia and Katie together, and companionable, was alarming. "We're not even going to discuss that. I can't deal with the idea that Spinnet's back yet."

He shook his head and pushed his empty glass toward the bar keep. "That could have been but we'll never know now." God this conversation is depressing. Wood turned to Warrington and raised his brow. "So I'm a hypocrite, obviously." He sighed heavily.

Wood rolled his eyes. "It was the owner's daughter this time. Who will it be next? It's not like this little time-out is going to change you, right? Like you just said, no one expects you to be better." Oliver shook his head. "I can't see that happening. Too much has changed. Even in the short time I've been gone."

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clintwarrington
2010-08-10 06:13 pm UTC (link)

"Well," he said, laughing at Wood's obvious discomfort over his ex and current girlfriend. "They haven't killed one another yet. One of 'em is bound to swing. My bet's on Spinnet but Bell seems like she might have some fight in her." He shrugged. "Who knows," he said, leering at the two women who had just been joined by George Weasley. "Maybe you can get them together."

He was sure the comment would piss off Wood but, it would be worth it. Glancing over at his...whatever Wood was today, he said, "You should've waited til after the World Cup." Snorting, he took a drink. "Though, they'd probably offer you anything you wanted just to get you back."

Wood was right. Who would be next? What if he couldn't change? He wanted too. A certain witch had him head over heels but he wasn't sure he could even make a commitment without disappointing her. Was too easy to slip back into old habits. "Birds are nothing but trouble," he grumbled. "Pain in the neck, the lot of them."

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ohhwood
2010-08-10 07:14 pm UTC (link)

Oliver snorted. "I'm not really concerned about them killing each other. It's more likely going to be me they're aiming for." He shook his head and glanced over again, watching Alicia throw back her first shot. "My money's on Alicia too. She's already took a swing at Katie. 'Course Katie might be wanting some payback about now."

Returning the harassment, Oliver smiled smugly. "And you should know better than to get caught with your dick where it doesn't belong." He went on. "How's that working out for you lately?" Warrington was right, he'd received the sealed envelopes and just sent them back. Oliver was fully aware what was inside and what the cost was to open them.

Once his drink was finally refilled, Oliver finished that one just as quickly, reminding himself he didn't drink like this, especially not with all the shite going on lately. "Tell me about it." He actually clapped Warrington on the shoulder. "But then you can tolerate a lot when you're getting shagged."

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clintwarrington
2010-08-10 07:29 pm UTC (link)

He shrugged. "Is that so," he said, throwing his head back and laughing. "Spinnet hit Bell? I'd have paid galleons to see that." He glanced over at Bell, she was laughing. "I dunno, Bell's a bit taller. Course, she hexed the holy hell out of me in school." He shuddered. "What're you gonna do about them?" He didn't know Spinne that well but she didn't seem the type to give up. "Spinnet still lusting after you?"

Again, Wood was right. "Well, you know. A good shag and all that. Course, I should've not done it in the owner's office desk." He shrugged. "Can't do a thing about it now." Glancing over at Wood, her wondered if he should spill about Clearwater. "I'd say my current pick is working out very well."

He raised his glass in toast. "To good shags and sexy women. Life really would be boring without them."

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