Who: JD and Oliver What: Beating a dead horse When: (Backdated) April 1996, Quidditch season Where: Sports bar in Wales Rating: PG-13 to be safe
The game against the Arrows went well enough. The Harpies won, the team went roughly unscathed and the girls were one step closer to the tournament. Julie was happy about all of that, really. Everything would be better, however, if that bogus call had not given the Arrows a shot at winning the game. It was a clean shot!
No crying over spilled milk, JD supposed. She didn't cost the team the game and no one was actually. It just would have been better to not have to deal with the coach and manager scolding her for being too aggressive on the field. She was not too sure how to respond. That was why she was drafted onto the team after Hogwarts. She was not afraid of getting dirty to get the job done. In fact, she had been scolded by magazines, commentators and even fans for her less-than-lady like performances. Julie was an athlete on the pitch. She had time for ceremony once the jersey was off. What was the big deal about it? She was very much a lady off work. There was nothing wrong with being a bit more manly on the pitch where other women shied away.
What made it worse was seeing Oliver's smiling face in the crowd. Not because she didn't like seeing him at her games. hell, JD often went to go see him play and wind up with penalties as well. It was the fact that not two weeks before they were sitting in the same bar and Julie was teasing the man for being a bit of a brute when he was playing. She called him trollish and a bit sadistic with his defensive techniques. Now she was sitting in the hot seat and could only imagine what her friend would dish out.
So the plan was set. Dinner at their usual bar not too far from her house in Wales at 7 p.m. for dinner, drinks and an after-game discussion. A time-honored tradition they upheld since both made national teams. Julie sat at the bar with her blond hair still damp and curled from the shower and her torn and frayed jacket behind her on the seat. Her hands idly stirred the drink in front of her as she waited for her company to arrive.