you’re the lucky one

Chasing fortune and fame, and the camera flashes, make it look like a dream Arcturus Fawley. Twenty-two. All-star chaser of the Wimbourne Wasps.

[felixfortescue-blog]

Oi! I’ll get you for that, Fawley. Mark my bloody words.

[arcturusfawley]

I'm sure you'll try.

[felixfortescue-blog]

The usual, probably. Overdue to be getting to practice, aren’t we?

[arcturusfawley]

Yeah, yeah.

[felixfortescue-blog]

Well I was hoping to avoid being called a degenerate and a lost cause today so that wasn’t really on the agenda, no. 

[arcturusfawley]

That's right. What would Peakes think if he caught wind of you ruining the team's star chaser with your mono? Hands off, Fortescue.

[wildcardscout]

Four years in the spotlight have finally attuned Art Fawley to the whims of the masses. Do you deserve a biscuit, do you think?

[arcturusfawley]

I honestly don't see how I'm losing anything. It's not as if I haven't been in the papers for allegedly shagging some bird before. I could use something sweet to balance out all the salt coming out of you and this conversation. What's the matter, Valentine? Didn't have a good time?

[wildcardscout]

Are you growing a thicker skin, Fawley? 

[arcturusfawley]

No. I'm just not oblivious as to which way the wind blows when it comes to social stigma.

[oarchiemyarchie]

…ew.

[arcturusfawley]

You're welcome for the paycheck, Wieland.

[oarchiemyarchie]

Noted.

Anything else you’d like to tell the Prophet, Mr. Fawley?

[arcturusfawley]

Scout Valentine is a lousy lay.

[oarchiemyarchie]

Is that…something you’d like to do to them?

[arcturusfawley]

Occasionally.

[felixfortescue-blog]

Personally I think it’s very big of me to humor your megalomania, Fawley. You’re welcome.

[arcturusfawley]

--Bloody hell, Fortescue. Peakes is right around the bloody corner. Do you really want The Talk again? I don't know about you but I'm done being on suicide watch.

[oarchiemyarchie]

I’m slightly concerned for your teammates, but that’s nothing new.

[arcturusfawley]

Why? If they end up carved up and hanging in the dungeon of my castle, wouldn't that be more news for you to write about?

[felixfortescue-blog]

You’re worse than my nan’s bingo circle, Fawley. Can’t take you anywhere.

[arcturusfawley]

I thought we were over the whole denial thing.

[felixfortescue-blog]

Who says I do? Come along, Fawley, I thought we were here to practice, not gossip in the locker rooms.

[arcturusfawley]

Whatever. Nobody's bloody gossiping.

[oarchiemyarchie]

Is he an animal in your mind? Well, in general. Nothing comes to mind.

[arcturusfawley]

Yes, he is. And no, I don't have difficulty apologizing for anything.

[oarchiemyarchie]

Have you attempted hurting any small animals? That’s another one on the list. Are you incapable of apologizing? I could go on.

[arcturusfawley]

Does Fortescue count as a small animal? The bloody hell do I have to apologize for?

[wildcardscout]

Ah, but his abandonment of his team is this year’s news. How many training hours did he miss, I wonder. Not much opportunity for Quidditch practice on the nude beaches of Ibiza.

[arcturusfawley]

Piss off, Valentine. You're not getting anything out of me. I'll owl you your knickers if I find them.

[felixfortescue-blog]

Perve.

Oi — there’s nothing soft about me, Fawley. You just like telling me what to do, I think the powers going to your head.

[arcturusfawley]

So what if it is? Who's to blame for that? Since when did you start listening to what I had to say? 

[oarchiemyarchie]

You know, they say that talking to yourself is one of the first signs of insanity. 

[arcturusfawley]

Only the first? And here I thought I would've made it down to at least the second item on that list already.