one day i'll fly away

[qviddiitch]

location: the belby manor  participants: oliver wood & angelina johnson ( @angelinaajohnson​ )

“do my eyes deceive me? or has the star of the ballycastle bats, thee angelina johnson decided to grace us with her presence?” oliver asked with a laugh, as he came to a halt in front of his friend. a wide smile was plastered across his face as he paused to take a sip of his beer. “it’s good to see you,” he leaned in for a one-armed side hug. 

[angelinaajohnson]

Spending the majority of her time in Ireland and limited free time back in St. Albans meant Angelina didn’t often get a chance to really let loose and see friends from the past. quidditch was a busy profession, even without the practices and games- but a casino night for a good cause and the chance to drink finally was too good an opportunity to pass up. it also didn’t hurt that the Ballycastle higher ups considered it a good photo op. It almost felt like work, smiling and acting like the perfect sporting figurehead for that evening- until her real smile graced her lips at seeing Oliver and she accepted the side hug warmly, pressing her lips swiftly against his cheek as she chuckled. “must of had a few of those beers, i’m a figment of your imagination-.” she replied with another laugh. “-it’s good to see you also though, it’s been too long and that is indeed a crime. i must say, you look very nice tonight. a change from seeing you all sweaty and post game.” she added with a smirk. 

[angelinaajohnson]

location: belby estate (casino night) status: open! 

Professional Quidditch meant being on show even at events- especially prolific ones for charity and where most wizarding folk would be present. And Angelina would’ve craved a night where she didn’t have to keep herself in check and not be at risk on a front page spread or caught doing something not particularly good for the image of her team. Not that she was one of those sorts of people, but keeping up an image was hard at the best of times. And the vodka martinis they were serving here were mighty tasty and she was gently sipping on her third, savouring it as her last for the night to stop any potential embarrassment of being half cut. Which was a shame, because the olives were extra briny as she popped another into her mouth and looked down at those on the roulette table with a curious look. Gambling never had been her forte, she just about got her head around muggle scratch cards- and maybe she dropped a couple of quid when it came to muggle races like Cheltenham, but casinos were strange to her. Even her brothers had given up trying to teach her poker. “So...you’re literally putting money chips on a random colour number and hoping for the best?” she asked the person in the chair nearest to her, raising a brow as she chewed on the olive contemplatively. “It’s purely chance, no actual logic or strategy behind it?”

[angelinaajohnson]

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Angelina Johnson - An Introduction:

“ one day i’ll fly away, leave all of this to yesterday ”

⧼   kylie bunbury, cis-female, she/her  ⧽  / me too - meghan trainor /  grass stained knees, the smell of iodine in a kitchen cleaning up the scrapes, saturday afternoons playing british bulldog, salty brine of the sea upon lips, the rush of blood like a waterfall, tatty sweats and trainers bundled up in a gym bag, vodka martinis on the breath after the seventh failed first date, muggle plasters over knuckles, a swipe of lipgloss on your mouth and a furrowed brow of contemplation, strawberries and cream as a treat at wimbledon, neat braids on game days, looking in the mirror : a carbon copy of her mother, shame about that incident which makes your father unable to meet your eye, roaring crowds deafening in the stadium still ringing in your ears in the early hours of the morning, adrenaline coursing through your body like you’ve just shot straight ice, a blistering intensity of passion to win, the smell of lilac perfume mixed with sweat and a locket once promising the future now rusting in a box  ⧽ ⧼   ━━   hey, isn’t that angelina johnson? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the 28 year old  half blood witch is a [ gryffindor  alumnus who has gone on to be a chaser/captain for the ballycastle bats ]. i’ve heard they can be quite athletic & self-reliant, but i don’t know… they came off very demanding & opinionated in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?  ⧽

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