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THE T U R N C O A T. 26. Seeker of the Appleby Arrows. Better known as Frankie Westenberg. Formerly Captain and Seeker of the Wimbourne Wasps. Glesca lass, born and raised. Halfblood Scot with gin in her veins. Former Slytherin Seeker and Team Captain. Currently dating Archie Wieland of the Daily Prophet's Quidditch Beat. ♥ x ♥

[frankiewestenberg]

You'll Go Out In Style || Oskie

[newborne-arrows-blog]

Oscar wondered if what she was saying was true, that she was hoping, in turn, for some kind of injury. He didn’t believe that the love she held for her old team ran incredibly deep, but Oscar found himself wondering exactly how deep it did go. He decided to not question her further in this regard, fearing, if he was honest with himself, that he would potentially be digging into information he didn’t necessarily want to have. His eyes shot, instead, towards her at the mention of stealing the thunder of the Wasps today.

Now, this… this is what he was hoping for. In fact, in his own way, Oscar was already planning to get in the heads of a select few of the Wasps players. He had planned it last night, in the wake up a recent conversation that Felix and him had shared. Momentarily, Oscar let his eyes travel to his bag and he wondered if he should share his plan with Frankie. After a quick thought, he realized that that plan was personal. It would be between Felix and himself, and did not want to involve any unnecessary outside parties, particularly because he somewhat feared the potential backlash. 

Oscar smiled mischievously, and leaned in dramatically. “You, my friend, are speaking as though you’ve already had a look into my mind. I’ve got some ideas of my own,” Oscar gently laid a hand on the bag sitting in front of him, “But that one is personal. It’s not really anything, I don’t think, to earn the Arrows the attention we deserve.” Oscar felt his grin widen, “So, how could we cause our own form of mayhem? What would get this lot more worried about us than them?” 

[frankiewestenberg]

Frankie's eyes flicked out of the air when Oscar leaned in dramatically, a smirk turning up the corners of her lips when he patted the bag in front of him. So Oscar was already planning a bit of distraction, then -- now that would draw attention, given how new the Chaser was to the League yet and how fresh to the press drawing antics he was. Laughing softly, Frankie shook her head slightly, focusing back on him and leaning in to keep their conversation quiet and between the two of them. Best not let the crowd around them hear anything, though she doubted they were paying attention at the moment. 

"That's the operative question, innit? Now the Wasps, they would pull summat dumb -- first Arrows game o' the season, they streaked, ye remember -- but I like t'think we're a mite classier'n they are. Scandal in the crowd's hardly even gonna turn an eye in Wasps territory. Hell, I'm pretty positive the buggers've got lasses in nothin' but cheer skirts an' stingers on their side o' the pitch." A glance toward the Wasps side of the pitch accompanied that, her lips turning down just slightly in a frown with it. Odd, being away from the yellow, she mused.

As she looked back at Oscar, there was a camera flash that caught her off-guard. And then the gears in her mind were working far quicker than anticipated -- the close proximity, the seats away from the group that were close to an exit point, the hushed conversation... All of this could be construed more than one way, couldn't it? As teammates getting friendly, as their bar trip earlier in the week would tell, or... Her smirk grew again, wider this time as she laid a hand atop one of Oscar's running with the moment. "There're cameras about, it seems," she pointed out, nodding toward it.

[themorgannoel-blog]

Where’s the fun in that, Westenberg? Don’tcha want t’be the one that breaks his little bumblebee bum when ya face off against him?

[frankiewestenberg]

Touche. There's a touch more satisfaction in crushin' 'im myself. I'm almost lookin' forward t'that game a'ready.

[oarchiemyarchie]

I’ve resolved to do that already. It won’t be an issue. Now, Miss Westenberg, any quotes for the Prophet on how you think the game will fair? Opinions on the Falcons?

[frankiewestenberg]

The Falcons... The Falcons are a nasty piece o' work, if I'm honest. Difficult t'play against, as they're one of the more aggressive teams. Even their Seeker's a li'l git in air. But they're not a horrid team. The Wasps are brilliant, but according t'the press they've been makin' a mess o' themselves this last few weeks, though I dunno how much I believe that's totally valid. So, I think the game could go either way, depending on how the new Seeker is. But I'mma call in favor of the Wasps this time.

[jonstaxrk]

"Urgh, the Falcons Seeker is scary. I remember last season when Puddlemere faced off them, we were asked to try and deter him? No way, I steered well clear and just focused on keeping Bludgers away from my own team, which was hard enough as it is. I swear their Beaters track the Bludgers down on purpose to hit towards the other team. Not exactly illegal, but doesn’t exactly say much for playing fair and clean." George recalled, giving herself a little shake.

"Is he handsome? Put it this way - when the infamous charity photo shoot with the men of the Wasp’ team took off their shirts, I only had eyes for him… Mainly because Quintin and Fortesque have that pretty boy quality which is a little too pretty for my liking and Fawley just has a face like a slapped arse. Billy Alton though…" George pretended to fan herself and then laughed, toying with her hair. "He’s just the right amount of manly and beautiful. And he is very sweet. I think he’s the only one who actually said it was nice of me to make Fortescue a trifle, rather then having a go at me for it being a second assassination attempt. Oh, and he was the only one who accepted the whole incident in the first place was an accident! I did speak to him recently, though I do wonder… I wonder if I… scare him a little? Does that sound… stupid? Whenever I see him with someone else, he’s so smiley and laughs loudly and talks easily, but then he talks to me and he seems… more subdued."

[frankiewestenberg]

"He's infuriatin', he is. S'nae so bad until you're in the chase with 'im and he's takin' cheap shots at ye every turn. Only bonus o' flyin' against him's that he's nae got the sharp turns down at all. They may not get the snitch, but he'll do as much damage as he can afore ye catch it on ye." Frankie didn't necessarily dislike the aggression of the Falcons Seeker, in all honesty -- there was something pleasing about having someone more aggressive than her in her position -- but when it came out during the chase, it was infuriating.

As George spoke about Billy, the handsome quality of him compared to the other lads and how sweet he was, Frankie found herself laughing softly, ducking her head. "No, no, it doesn't sound stupid. Reasonable assessment, given the situation, but... I don't think you intimidate him. You're too sweet to intimidate him, I can hardly see you intimidating anyone really. No, I don't think it's intimidation. Perhaps he's taken a liking to you, so he's letting himself be a bit gentler around you. I'm not entirely certain, but fear doesn't seem the reason. At least to me."

[frankiewestenberg]

You'll Go Out In Style || Oskie

[newborne-arrows-blog]

Oscar made his way through the crowd and was positively amazed at the treatment he was getting. Though this wasn’t even a game he was playing in, Oscar was being glanced at more often than was absolutely necessary. With a slight stir of his stomach, Oscar wondered how many of these people had seen the article suggesting he had had a physical altercation with a Wasp. Being at this game in particular suddenly didn’t seem like the smartest thing in the world, and looking around Oscar wondered how many people wished him ill. With a flicker of a smile, he realized he didn’t care. In fact, despite knowing he was a dingus for doing so, Oscar was enjoying the attention. Good and bad. 

The voice of someone yelling to him made Oscar briefly tense up, as a result of these thoughts. He turned quickly to discover the source, and found himself meeting eyes with Frankie. In truth, he was startled to see her present. Being at a Wasp game was, surely, no easy thing for her considering her recent past. Oscar met her in a throng of people and gave her a brotherly hug of greeting, and smiled at her while glancing briefly at the hat she wore on her head. He raised an eyebrow mockingly, but said nothing about it directly.  "Frankie, mate, I’m surprised that you’re here." Oscar had always had a tendency to say exactly what was on his mind, "But I can’t say I’m not glad to see you." He took her by the hand and led her through the fans and over to the seats hurriedly, without waiting for so much as a reply, not wanting to miss even a single second of this match. Particularly, he realized, because of all the recent issues he’d had with the members on the Wasps. He realized quite savagely that he was hoping several members of the Wasps were on the receiving ends of some nasty bludgers, though perhaps Felix most of all. Turning towards Frankie again, Oscar couldn’t help the statement come out of his mouth, “Right, I’ve never actually hoped for some actual bludger damage… But I suppose there’s a first time for everything.” 

[frankiewestenberg]

The hug was a bit of a surprise; she wasn't a particularly touchy person most of the time, if only for the sake of appearances, but she let him hug her regardless, winding an arm around him in return before he pulled back. The mocking eyebrow raise had her scrunching her nose at him, slipping the warm fabric down a little more on her ears. It was cool weather -- winter seasons were far more cold than she ever liked much -- and with her undercut fresh fixed, it was even colder feeling than average. The blue and black striped hat was all that masked her from the chill of the air, though her jacket and leggings had warming charms placed on them. 

"Couldn't resist a chance t'see the rival," she admitted. Letting him take her hand, another motion that momentarily caught her off-guard, Frankie followed him through the crowd to the stands, settling into a lower seat beside him. "There's a group of us seated farther up," she pointed out, gesturing toward the higher point in the stands where Archie, Ruby, and Rose were seated together. "But it's a touch... crowded, up there, for my liking at the moment. It's odd, bein' in the crowd instead o' in the air when the yellow's flyin' about. Sittin' there got a wee bit overwhelmin', considerin' everything."

She didn't like to admit nervousness often; Frankie preferred to pretend she was perfectly ready for everything, that she was cool and confident and oh so prepared for everything the day might throw at her. But she wasn't ready for this game, not entirely, but she was close enough to ready. As close as she would be. "Can't say I'm nae hopin' for damage as well, ye know," she returned, letting out a quiet laugh and ducking her head. "Wee bit wary t'see it, but hopin' for it nonetheless. The Falcons are a rough team, I'm bettin' someone gets hit afore the game's up." She wasn't certain she wouldn't worry if someone was hit, honestly; even with how tense things were, she couldn't help but think she would. But she hoped she wouldn't, if only for the sake of fitting in with the rest of the team a bit better. "I wonder if we can steal their thunder t'day. Get the attention on the Arrows instead o' the playin' teams. Would be right satisfyin' if we could, wouldn't it?"

[rayvolotty-blog]

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[wildcardscout]

Good, that’s something I’ll look into. Send me an owl if you remember anything else, yeah?

[frankiewestenberg]

I would also look into chatting up Holly Oddpick or Cupid Jones, now I think on it. It'd only be word, again, but they've both known me a long while. They can vouch.

Shall do. ...Thank you, Scout. For y'know. Actually hearing me out an' all.

[frankiewestenberg]

You'll Go Out In Style || Oskie

Breaking free of the stands after stating she needed something to eat -- which was not entirely true, if she was honest -- Frankie made her way down to the queue, trying to find a drink or something to eat that didn't make her stomach churn just with the thought of how much time she would need to spend on pitch to overcome the Caloric content. If she didn't return with something, Archie would fret over her, and he was prone enough to doing that without her adding more fuel to the fire.

It was strange, being at a Wasps game without being in the locker room, without preparing herself to go out on the pitch, without her father being there to give her a pep talk and tear apart whatever confidence she had built up for the game. In a way, she found she missed it already. She wanted to be there on pitch with the familiar yellow and black, gaining herself another win with a team that she had won with enough times before to be familiar, continuing her streak. But at the same time -- she knew it wasn't her place anymore. And more than anything else, she wanted to watch their new Seeker fail to live up to her.

She had just managed to spot something -- a small butterbeer, and it even came in a collectible Falcons or Wasps cup if she so wanted -- when she spotted a familiar mess of blond hair making its way through the crowd and toward the stands. Standing up on the tips of her toes, Frankie slid her hat off of her head to be more noticeable before calling out loudly, "Oi, Oscar! C'mere!" Waving him over, she made certain he had spotted her before pulling her hat back down over her hair and making her way over to meet him halfway.

[wildcardscout]

It sounds like they spewed off lies about you before you managed to get in the first word. And you do have a reputation for a temper; the public didn’t think to doubt their precious Wasps.

Are you sure there’s no proof that what you’re saying is true? After all, abuse like that can’t get away unrecorded at least a little.

[frankiewestenberg]

Only proof I've got's my word and my track record. D'you really think Downson woulda kept me about if I was that poisonous to the team? Nah, they wouldn't let that go on, not for that long. I broke it off with Dodderidge when the Wasps threw a hissy over it, I kept my Arrows friendships quiet for the entire time I was on the Wasps knowing they'd throw a hissy over them. Hell, I cleared dating Archie with management before that started just t'be safe. There's a reason my temper was so high all the time -- bet ye can look back at my indie record and you'll find I didn't get inta a single brawl from the time I left Hogwarts until I joined the Wasps. 

If you can find a way through quotes or summat t'make actual proof of it, you've got my permission to make an article of it. I'm just avoiding anything getting construed as my hiding.

[wildcardscout]

You’re not the only one complaining about the treatment you received in the locker room. You’ve read the articles — you know what they’ve said about you. And yet you haven’t responded to the accusations. It’s your word against theirs at this point, but you’re not even putting your word out in the first place. Don’t you want the world to know the truth?

[frankiewestenberg]

If there's one thing I've learned from my time as a Wasp, it's that no matter what you say toward them, they're going to turn around and accuse you of worse. They're like children -- they always want the last word. If I deny their statements, then they'll say it's just my sociopathic tendency to try and save face. If I admit to any of it, they'll say I'm just trying to appease. If I turn accusations back on them, they'll say I'm trying to distract from my issues. Their claims are complete bullshit, of course. The only time I touched Fawley violently was when he'd gone insulting me and I warned him first. And he always had potions on him when he was hit, I wouldn't have punched him if he didn't. I didn't go chatting up my like for brawling unless they asked about it. I damn sure never bloody harassed any of them like they're claiming. But see, denying it just sounds like I'm covering my arse. Not much point in that when it plays right into what they've claimed about me, is there?

[themorgannoel-blog]

Might as well get comfy, yeah? The way the Wasps’ new seeker is flyin’, it’s gonna be a long game.

[frankiewestenberg]

Maybe the Falcon's break the little wido afore we've gotta deal with 'im. Betcha he doesn't make it halfway through the game afore he's throwin' a tantrum on pitch.

[wildcardscout]

Sounds bloody tyrannical. It almost makes you wonder, why does the public love them so much? Face to face interaction must be leagues away from what their dearest fans imagine. Is there anyone in particular who’s the driving force behind all this?

[frankiewestenberg]

See, what the fans get for face to face is one thing. What happens in the locker room, that's absolutely different. Mm, not one in particular, no. I'm afraid near all of 'em are involved in it. Save Madison and Billy, that is. They're too nice seeming to be really forceful.

[oarchiemyarchie]

Honestly, bunny, it’s not even worth being worried about. It was a silly mistake. I know better than to be riled up by them again.

[frankiewestenberg]

Good. Thank you. Don't let them get to you. They're full of it near constantly.

[jonstaxrk]

"You can say that again! Oh yes, of course! Ever since I nominated myself to do the anniversary party the year Harry was incredibly busy with, um… well, being a manager, obviously. Then that turned out to be a great success so I just thought, hey, why not organise some more parties and get togethers and turns out it’s something I enjoy and people seem to compliment me on." George shrugged, playing with the end of her hair as she realized she was rambling. "Oh, um… I honestly don’t know. I’ve long since done all my Christmas shopping. Obviously there’s the team, then there’s you, and there’s Maddie. I thought about sending one to Felix Fortescue as a final apology for what happened, but with all the stick I’ve gotten for that bloody trifle and the general lack of reception my apology has received, I don’t know if I’ll bother. I’m feeling very irritated by the whole thing, which while being in party planning mood. I suppose… Cassandra Clarice has released their autumn/winter range for cosmetics, but they’re a bit pricey…"

[frankiewestenberg]

"I'm sure your parties are lovely, you've got a good intuition for things others will like, y'know. It's right sweet of you to do it every time, I dunno that I'd have the patience to do it constantly and all. I'm not that much of a people person, I'm afraid." She let out a laugh at her admission, shaking her head slightly. Snorting softly at the mention of Felix, Frankie shook her head slightly. "Sometimes I think it's best not t'bother with Fortescue if you can avoid it. He's taking the whole thing all personally for no particular reason, save that he can, it's all rather unfair to you. It was obviously an accident and you feel terrible over it. He'll get over it eventually, he's just being a li'l prick." She wanted to tack on a little like he usually is, but figured it would probably be in bad taste. "Price is nothing to worry over, George love. Cassandra Clarice it is. I do love that 'un, I've not even looked at their autumn/winter range yet now I think about it. Got too distracted with other things this season."

[jonstaxrk]

"Hmm, I’m not so sure. Peakes is a living legend for the Wasps, I feel like the Falcons would be inviting more of a shit storm then they intended if they went for him. Plus, despite what people comment about his age, I can imagine he’d be the one to handle it better." George mused allowed with a shrug.

"Yeah, that’s true, I imagine Quintin would swing back… It’s not a great idea to mess with someone who carries a bat and deals with the bludgers, either. Going for the seeker makes more sense - they’re the one to win the game. Not to mention I hear Blishwick’s attitude and background has already made him rub others up the wrong way…" George played with her hair, a smirk suddenly appearing on her lips. "I hope they don’t go for Billy Alton either. I like his pretty face… on those broad shoulders. And he is as sweet as apple pie."

[frankiewestenberg]

"I don't think the Falcons are that apprehensive about a li'l bit of rivalry, to be entirely honest. I doubt they'd mind it in the least, really. Messing with the Beaters is never a grand way to go, unless you can fully incapacitate one of them for a full game. Blishwick, though... I've not heard enough about him to know if they'd go for him, but lord knows going for the Seeker's always the best route. And that Falcons Seeker is a damn bit of work, I swear. Rough around the edges is a bit of an understatement with him."

As George started talking about Billy, though, Frankie found a grin turning up the corners of her lips as well. Had Billy found himself a new sweetheart, then? "He is handsome, isn't he? And a total sweetheart, Billy's always been sweet, far as I recall. Have you been talking to him much lately, then?"

[oarchiemyarchie]

Regardless of what the Snitch said, I wasn’t looking for a fight. I was on my way to the loo and he was in the way and then he said some choice remarks about you and I reacted poorly. That’s all, Frankie, there was nothing more to that.

[frankiewestenberg]

Alright. If you say so. Just. Don't go getting into it with the idiots over whatever nonsense they're spouting, please. They're pricks, the lot of 'em, and you saw the shit they spewed to Knight. They're not worth bickering with at this point. They're gonna try and mud sling until they ruin me or get over it. They're children.

[oarchiemyarchie]

I’d rather not repeat it, but it wasn’t anything true. Still, it bothered me. I didn’t want to cause you any concern. I didn’t think the Snitch would hear anything about it.

[frankiewestenberg]

Archie, the Snitch hears about everything. You wound up at the very least getting hit, that alone is enough to cause me concern. That it was over something the prick said about me is even worse. If it bothered you enough to end up in a brawl, given how you react when I brawl even a li'l bit, then it's most definitely something to worry over.