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Her fingers twisted around nervously in her lap, trying to ignore the way her stomach was doing summersaults. But this was a big deal -- at least it was to Pansy, who was sitting alone in the Hufflepuff stadium section, wearing Megan’s scarf. She knew there would be some sort of a spectacle. The very idea of sitting here was laughable and indeed was laughed at when the Puff first suggested it. But then Megan pouted and instantly convinced Pansy to come cheer for her, sporting the ridiculous yellow and black scarf.

She did hear a few giggles and whispers behind her but the Slytherin chose to block it out. Instead the brunette tugged at the scarf, inhaling the familiar scent of Megan and smiled. After all she wasn’t there for them or anyone else but Megan.

After one particular block from the Hufflepuff team, Pansy cheered her girl on, standing and clapping. They were so close to winning. If the Puff team could hold their own for a little bit longer, especially if Megan could block all attempts of a goal, they actually stood a chance at winning. Now -- Pansy was not into quidditch whatsoever. There were plenty of times she had to sit in the stand for Draco but seeker positions were .... boring. She of course would never, ever admit that to the blonde idiot but she definitely lost interest in the game more often than not. Not like Megan’s position, which felt a lot more important and you could actually do more than sitting on a broomstick until your eyes caught the tiny flying ball.

The moment the Hufflepuff team secured their win, Pansy was standing up amongst the other supporters, cheering and clapping as they watched the team take a lap around the arena. She made her way down to the quidditch pitch, squeezing through the crowd and sighed with a smile upon spotting her Puff. “Jones!” She called out, pushing a stranger out of her way as she made her way towards the other girl. As much as she wanted to run and hug the player, Pansy resisted the urge and instead offered her friend a bright smile. “Congrats on the win! You did great out there.”

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#threads #pansy + megan

mxgicalmxses·:·

She saw her chance. Her chance to help Gryffindor win the game. She wasn’t about to let some Slytherin score for Slytherin because he had the quaffle. There was no way. Alicia swooped down on him, shoving him when he wasn’t looking and getting the quaffle in the process. Victory. She knew it was poor form to shove a player, but when it came to Quidditch, all bets were off, and Madam Hooch hadn’t blown her whistle, therefore everything was fine in her mind. She threw the quaffle, scoring the point they needed to win, and the crowd’s applause was enough to make her giddy with excitement.

She turned to see if she could see the slytherin she had shoved, and she could. She was relieved he wasn’t wounded, but if the shoe had been on the other foot, they wouldn’t have cared. Alicia flew around the Quidditch pitch with her team, celebrating their victory, and only returned when she was ready. She waved to her housemates who had come to support them, and she was looking forward to the later celebration. They would have had a celebration regardless, but this time it was a victory celebration. She couldn’t bear throwing a celebration if they didn’t win since she’d never hear the end of it from Wood, but that was no longer the case. Thank Godric.

She ultimately swooped down from the pitch, remaining longer than several of her teammates, and telling Angelina that she would see her later. She had assumed she was alone; she enjoyed being the last person to leave the pitch, but this was not the case; Slytherin was still present. Adrian? It didn’t bother her, so she ignored him until he shouted at her from behind, at which point she turned to face him. “Oh, I’m terrified. What is it about you rich lads who always drag your father into everything? Don’t play Quidditch if you don’t want to get shoved. Simple as that.” She laughed at him before continuing, “Also if it was the other way around, would you care if I was shoved or if you had won?”

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“You were out of line and you know it! Madam Hooch should have called you out on the hit if she wasn’t fucking so senile.” He huffed, not at all amused by the insults or laughter for that matter. The win was his -- he was so close to victory and it was stolen away from him. And not only that but the player was close to face-palming the ground and the coach didn’t even blink an eye to give the girl and the Gryffindor team the victory. All of it felt very much like bullshit to Adrian, only getting angrier whenever Alicia opened her mouth. “If it was the other way around, I wouldn’t have been allowed to score. You know that as much as I do.”

Favoritism was at play here. Maybe Madam Hooch didn’t like him or his team. Admittedly, the Slytherin house team wasn’t exactly the model team, having broken rules more than a good amount of times to earn themselves the title of the “troublemaker” team. So maybe this was just the coach’s way of getting even. Or the woman could truly be going senile but either way, to Adrian, the lack of a call out was wrong. As he approached her, Adrian stared down at Alicia, face tight in what could only be boiling rage. “But take your win. Enjoy it because next time I won’t go easy on you.”

#adrian + alicia #threads

He shouldn’t have lost. Everything happened in a sheer amount of seconds. One minute he was throwing the quaffle into one of the three hoops and the next he found himself spinning around in the air, heading straight down into the sand after what he assumed to be from an aggressive Gryffindor player. It took another minute for Adrian to regain control and nearly escaped the fall, flying back towards the game. Unfortunately, in those crucial minutes, the Gryffindor team took the win, having stole the quaffle to score themselves the winning point of the game. It was the cheering that hurt the most, listening to the crowd chanting for the Gryffindor house while its team flew in a circle around the arena in celebration. Unfair and pathetic, really but that was the game.

After the excitement of the game and the Gryffindor’s victory, the packed-full arena started to dwindle in numbers, heading back to the castle for what Adrian assumed for dinner and probably some sort of a victory party. He sighed and wiped the sweat off his forehead but his feet remained planted on the sand, barely looking at his teammates as they passed by. A few patted his back. The rest completely ignored him and he couldn’t exactly blame them. The fall cost them the game and now they’ll have to endure Gryffindors bragging for an entire week +. His tongue pushed against the side of his mouth, anger coursing through his body because he knew it wouldn’t just be the bragging, no. There will be harassing, making fun of him for being shoved by a girl.

He waited for the perfect moment when the Gryffindor was walking by herself off the field and made his way over to her. When he was close enough, he shouted at Alicia’s back, calling for her. “Consider yourself lucky I’m not in the hospital wing! That victory wouldn’t be nearly as sweet as you think it is if my father heard about it.”

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#adrian + alicia

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arsenic-and-lace·:

“Going into hiding is really just like us getting a holiday from working. Perhaps we should be wanted more often,” she mused, a smile playing on her lips as she brought the cigarette to them. “He does. I, on the other hand, look quite good, and you, my love, are as radiant as ever. Very handsome for a man accused of murder.”

“A vacation. I’m too much of a hard-working man to enjoy a vacation for too long,” he smirked, catching Bellatrix’s expression. “Though I imagine you’ll keep me busy.” His eyes glanced back over at his wanted poster and he couldn’t help but agree; he did look too handsome. “Maybe my handsome face will save me.”

#fa:threads #fa:rodolphus x bellatrix

malfoy-heir·:

Lucius looked at Cyril and smirked as well, “I don’t need to look around,” their arrangement was something Lucius liked but he also had a wife at home that hormones seemed to make her insatiable. However he wasn’t opposed to a little fun, “Maybe there’s something we can share.” he offered, if Cyril wanted to try it he would be glad, but if the other man wanted one all to himself he wouldn’t oppose.

His eyes met Lucius’ for a moment, searching for any sort of mockery but he seemed serious. And the night just gotten better. A wicked grin appeared on his face and his eyes left the blonde to look around, searching for a possible candidate. Blondes were an easy choice but he avoided suggesting anyone that could resemble Narcissa. Instead his dark hues caught a pair of green eyes staring back at him. Yes, he decided, eyes lingering down her curvy body before finding the other male. “How about her?”

#fa:threads #fa:cyril x lucius

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