WHO: Valmae Morgan, Lancelot Troy WHERE: The MLE WHEN: February 13, 2000. WHAT: Reporters are evil creatures that should be fed to feral hogs. At least that's Miss Morgan's opinion on the matter inCOMPLETE
Her day had started out well enough with practice and a team meeting and then more practice. But then, when leaving the Harpies' clubhouse on foot - she'd decided to get her shopping done before Apparating home to her little cottage - something had literally jumped out of the bushes and flashed a bright light in her eyes.
Valmae had reacted purely on an instinct born of wandering the foothills of Tennessee in all seasons and in the presense of all sorts of beasties and the odd Revenuer. She'd knocked the shining thing to the ground and stunned the creature behind it hard enough to send it tumbling ass over tea kettle. Alright, leaping after the creature once she'd realized it was another damned reporter might have been a bit much as was the very nice shiner she'd given him with her little fist, but she'd thought it was perfect retribution for any creep that lurked outside a girl's locker room.
Unfortunately, the reporter had felt otherwise and had registered a complaint about his broken camera. She did notice that he hadn't admitted as to who had given him the black eye, the jerk. So here she was, sitting in the damned MLE and pouting mightily at the unfairness of it all. Why the hell should she have deal with this? It wasn't her fault.