Luag Chambers (dragons_shadow) wrote in afic, @ 2011-04-05 01:44:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | character: luag chambers, character: oliver wood, player: jessica, x player: veetee |
Who: Luag and Oliver
When: 5 April 2005
Where: Puddlemere Pitch
What: Luag's stuck playing errand boy.
Rating: PG-13? It's rough and tumble men, clean language isn't a priority
Status: Threading
Luag wasn't all that surprised how quickly his mother found out about his time off. Actually, he was surprised that it had taken her as long as it did to realize he wasn't doing anything productive and was actually home alone. He normally wouldn't have indulged this sort of behavior from her considering everything going on in his life, but really, it was just chores and it actually gave him something to do and to focus on and Merlin knew that he wasn't actually helpful where Nate's work was concerned. About the only thing he could do was be a mannequin for the clothes and... well, even if Nate lost himself in the work, Luag never could ignore the touches completely and once Nate pulled out of his creative zone enough to notice what was happening, it was time for a 'break'. After what happened on Sunday, it was even harder to resist taking 'breaks'.
So, here he was, doing odd jobs for his Maw and by extension his sisters. Even though they had managed to piece together a better reason for Luag to come to Puddlemere, he knew it was a pretty lame excuse, especially with how Lorna and his mother had been whispering with each other. They were grasping at straws considering that this plot to try and kill two birds with one stone couldn't possibly work. First off, he was certain that even if Elspeth was more in his mother's camp in regards to heritage, she wouldn't run into a match with a pureblood that would end up with her in the same horrible situation as Lorna. Secondly, even if Wood gave into them at all, it wouldn't change Luag's mind about Nate.
Considering he doubted the real importance of the 'fan mail' that his mother needed delivered, he wasn't in much of a rush to find Wood. Instead, he enjoyed being at the different pitch, taking in the smell of it all and watching the practices. His fingers itched to actually get up on a broom and hit a bludger around. At least then he'd get to actually beat the shit out of something, even if it was just a bludger and not some arsehole's face. Hitting the bludger was safer anyways. Leaning against the bleacher railing, he puffed out a wistful sigh.