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Michelle Moon ([info]herownbrew) wrote in [info]quaffle_rpg,
@ 2009-09-01 21:37:00

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Who: Michelle Moon and Open
What: Pre-Season organization!
When: Tuesday, 1 September 2004 - late afternoon
Where: Shelly's office, Medical Area - Puddlemere Pitch
Why: Because the season is starting soon and medical records need to be reviewed. (Does anyone want to drag her from her office?)
Status: Open, incomplete


She certainly hadn't expected to be here this late, but when your assistants filed the wrong medical file under the names of other people and it took a good three hours and wracking your memory to fix it, there was no real time limit. With the season starting soon, it meant that the grind would soon start. Injuries, concussions, family members yelling, players wanting an easy fix... She loved her job. She really did.

Her desk was covered in files. She had over half of them done and everything was in ordre. She needed to get people in for their physicals. Some players had already done it, reports had been sent to the coaches and thus far everyone had passed. But the pile in the drawer weren't done yet.

She took some notes - muggle music playing in the background (something with a good beat). She knew that soon she would have to call it a night. She was starting to get hungry after all... Lunch had been some hours ago... had she really been at this that long?

She'd left the office door open and waved at a few people who passed by - technitians. Everyone was getting ready. She opened her planner and made a few notes. She needed to scheduel a few more physicals yet.


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[info]seeker_draco
2009-09-04 01:23 am UTC (link)
"Not a problem," Draco said. He hadn't known of the difficulties in getting them transferred, he'd just wanted everything expedited. "Excited?" Once again the new person on the team, having to prove himself. Do good and he was a welcomed member, perform badly, and... well, everyone knew what happened then. Plus the fact of him still fighting against his past? Oh yeah, excited hardly covered it. Not that he said so, of course.

Hogwarts. Funny, but that was no longer a happy place like it used to be. "Nothing really is," he said rather vaguely. "At least the seats are more comfortable."

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[info]herownbrew
2009-09-04 04:57 am UTC (link)
She glanced up from the chart and saw the look on his face. "Relax. With the way you've always played?" she started. "This will be a piece of cake. So long as Harry doesn't get signed in the next few days," she smirked. "Of course the two of you in an arial battle for the snitch like old times would be a brilliant. Really give the fans what they want," she shook her head reviewing the file again.

"Alright so everything looks normal. No problems with vision, uncomfortability of any sort... nothing out of the ordinary?" She was a professional after all. "I have to ask these questions, Draco." she confided. "I have no doubt that nothing is wrong."

She made a few notes on the file. "The seats are more comfortable and the stakes are bigger, but in all actuality?" She looked at him with a gentle smile. "I have to be here for every game? It doesnt matter. It's like being back at the pitch." A lot of people of their age didn't really discuss hogwarts anymore. But after everything that had happened... especially the questioning and ... other techniques at the hands of the inquisitorial squad... talking about bad things, just vague mentions of them had become a way of showing she was okay. She hadn't even meant it as such this time, but still... Everyone had a past. There were some she was never going to forgive... ever. Specifically those who had left the scars down her torso... but others? Well people could change. And did every day.

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[info]seeker_draco
2009-09-04 11:18 pm UTC (link)
Yes, Draco was quite certain that the fans would enjoy such a show, though the question remained, given his family's standing, how many of those fans would be cheering for him? "Guess we shall have to see, won't we?"

"Nothing that I'm aware of," he said, shaking his head.

"The Pitch has a way of changing things like that," he said. He was fairly certain that once he was on a broom and in the air, whatever personal demons he was fighting and his past would be pushed aside, and he could be completely focused on one thing. Getting the snitch before the other Seeker did. Something that he was actually quite good at. Not that he would say so, but if he'd gotten the starting position for Puddlemere, that meant that someone believed in him. Which was actually a ray of hope.

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[info]herownbrew
2009-09-08 06:30 am UTC (link)
"Not really," she said offhandedly. "Win or lose its all about the game. Winning is a plus but the fans would come even if the team doesn't win. Those diehard fans? It's all about the playing, the statistics, the possiblities." She checked a few things off on the form before looking up again. "Relax Draco, everything will be fine."

And she knew it to be. She knew the fans. She'd been among them for years, she'd been one of them for years and now she was with them at every game. "I've been out on that field. When no one is here? During practice? You stand on the sand and you look around, and you imagine all the seats filled? It's a very humbling experience. My first day? When I wasn't ducking accusations about how I'd gotten my job here? Just being here, this is it. This is the big leagues," she grinned.

She snapped the file shut and scribbled something on the front of it. "Well it looks like everything's on order here." She grinned. "You're all signed off to play."

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