Lucian Flint

[emmsvanity]

"I'm aware." She tried to sound unbothered by it, but anyone that knew her would realise that she was in fact quite bothered. Winning mattered to her, she couldn't pretend that it didn't. "We are getting a replacement, been announced just last week. She's pregnant." Emma grimaced, rolling her eyes at how much of an inconvenience it was to her personally. Willa had avoiding the quaffle as to not get hurt, ridiculous.

[luciansflint]

"Who's replacing her?" he asked curiously. It was always exciting when players moved mid seasons, especially when they had been playing pooly up to then. He nodded in understanding as Emma explained the pregnancy. "I suppose that explains why she was avoiding the quaffle."

[mk-marlene]

Marlene laughed softly under her breath. "Mm, see, I think your mother gives people far too much credit. Most of them are just bored and invasive." She glanced sideways at him then, a teasing smile tugging at her mouth. "Though, to be fair, you are very interesting. Tragic backstory, Quidditch career, expensive taste in footwear. I mean you’ve got all the makings of a proper public fascination."

The witch pressed a hand dramatically to her chest as though genuinely stricken. "Lucian Flint, survivor of one terrible night and one devastating financial loss." The laugh that escaped her was warm and easy as she nudged him back. "Maybe tonight you should wear uglier ones. You know, for protection."

[luciansflint]

"Yes well, she believes very strongly in karma," he laughed a little. "It keeps her from saying anything mean." About most people anyway; his father was an exception. "It sounds like quite a boring story to me," he replied, grimacing. He had at least learned that you couldn't trust everything you read in the paper.s

"It really has been quite upsetting," he agreed solemnly. "I don't think I can even play the same anymore." He grinned as she laughed, gesturing down at his shoes. "Plain and simple."

[mk-marlene]

The blonde's expression softened for a fleeting second at his first comment, her gaze sliding toward him as they walked. “Right, because the wizarding public has never once managed to mind their own business,” she said dryly. There was something quieter beneath the joke, though-- mostly familiarity with what it felt like to have people decide who you were before you even opened your mouth. She bumped her shoulder lightly against his. “For what it’s worth, I think most of them are far less interesting than whatever stories they’re inventing about you.”

Then his next words registered, and her grin returned immediately, sharp and delighted. “Oh, don’t rewrite history now. You lost your dignity entirely of your own accord, I merely encouraged the spiral.” Marlene tilted her head, eyes bright with amusement. “And frankly, if the worst thing my influence has done is cost you a pair of shoes and a little public shame, I’d say you got off quite lightly, Flint.”

[luciansflint]

"Well if I was to listen to my mother it's only because their own lives are so boring," he told her, though he didn't agree. He thought people were just nosy, and didn't care about disrupting other people's lives as long as it didn't hurt their own. His mother was very much a believer that people were only mean to you because they were jealous of you. Lucian knew that some people were just pricks. "I am very interesting," he joked.

"Encouraging the spiral is exactly why I blame you," he scoffed, eyeing her grin warily. He laughed again, nudging her in the side. "They were expensive shoes," he joked.

[sabrinaavery]

Sabrina hummed softly at his mention of the betting offices, the sound thoughtful rather than dismissive as her gaze lingered on him. She didn’t pull back when he leaned in-- if anything, she held her ground a fraction too easily, as though the implication didn’t quite land the way he expected. “Would that be such a scandal?” she returned, light but deliberate, the hint of a smile playing at her lips as she let the moment stretch just a beat longer than necessary. Then she shifted, just enough to ease the tension without breaking it entirely. “Though I imagine it would disappoint a fair number of people if I were.” Her eyes flickered over him briefly as she wondered, curiosity threading through her tone in a way that felt uncharacteristically genuine. “If winning isn’t the most important part, then what is?”

[luciansflint]

He laughed at her question, a small shrug of his shoulders accompanying. His laughs had always come much easier than hers; her amusement just shown through the ever so slight flick of her lips. Still, it was very different from the glares he expected. "You know, I think it would be quite a scandal," he replied. "I imagine it would," he said in agreement, knowing the one person who would be top of that list. He guessed she was thinking of the same man. "I guess playing," he answered, thinking of how to explain further. "I just love the sport." He loved that it came naturally to him and cleared his head when it was at it's most muddled.

[amyccarrow]

Amycus's eyes narrowed at the mention of his sister. Messing with Alecto, even suggesting messing with her, was all it took to send Amycus from a harmless dickhead to actually dangerous. "Scared she might decide to play again and put you out of a job?" He asked with a smirk. "Based on what I just saw, she wouldn't struggle to take your spot."

Amycus tossed the bottle back to Lucian, mostly curious to see if he would actually do it. "Go on then. There must be a magpies fan at my workplace somewhere."

[luciansflint]

"Never scared of a little competition, Carrow, I'd happily see her back on a broom." Lucian had once cared a lot what these people thought, desperate to fit in to their little circle. But in the end nothing he could do mattered as long as his father refused to accept him so he had given up caring. Not giving in to the taunts was a skill that had taken him even longer to master. "Then isn't it a pity she's wasting her talents."

He caught the bottle easily, raisng an eyebrow at the Carrow heir. "Planning on selling it?"

[mk-marlene]

Marlene let out a quiet laugh, glancing sideways at him as they walked. “Half an hour later would’ve only given me half an hour more to dread the stack of parchment I abandoned on my desk.” She nudged him lightly with her shoulder. “Besides, you looked far too comfortable lurking out there. Very tragic. Very mysterious. I’m sure at least three people invented elaborate stories about you while they passed.”

At his question, she hummed thoughtfully, though the answer came quickly enough. “Somewhere different. If I’m going to make regrettable mistakes, I’d at least like a change of scenery.” A grin tugged at her mouth as she glanced up at him. “And you’re dreaming if you think you’re getting out of this as a mere spectator, Flint. Misery loves company.”

[luciansflint]

"I could do with less speculative stories being written about me," he scoffed jokingly, with a roll of his eyes. Being a quidditch player he knew he had signed up for a career in the public eye but it wasn't something he always enjoyed. He might have done, in another world where his every move wasn't compared to his brother's and underscored by his father's lack of interest. "Somewhere different it is."

"Not a chance," he argued, though they both knew he was pretty susceptible after a few drinks. "The last time I listened to you I lost both my shoes and my dignity."

[sabrinaavery]

The witch held his gaze for a beat, as though recalibrating him in real time. The easy confidence, the lack of defensiveness— none of it fit as neatly into the version of Lucian she had carried for years. “That should make for an interesting match,” she said as her expression shifted, something quieter settling there as she let the conversation stretch instead of cutting it short. “Confidence suits you, I think.” It was a dangerous thing to say, but she let it stand. Then, with the faintest tilt of her head, curiosity threading through her tone, she added, “Do you actually enjoy it? The pressure of it all, I mean. Or is it only the winning that matters?”

[luciansflint]

"It's certainly keeping the betting officers busy," he mused, pushing his damp hair back off his forehead. He was quite surprised that this conversation was still happening; that Sabrina hadn't decided she'd had enough and left with some snipe. Lucian's lips curled into a smirk and he leaned closer to murmur to her, "Careful, Avery, someone might think you're flirting with me." He laughed, shaking his head. "Winning's the least important part. Well.. not the most important anyway. It does help make up for all the bruises."

[lvdobagmans]

where: magpies' pitch who: @luciansflint

He'd been watching the practice with keen eyes, a favorite passtime of his nowadays. Ludo valued talent like no other and he believed in supporting those who had it, hoping to help shape the great players of history. Once it was done, he'd waited for most to leave until he caught a moment alone with their star player and his friend. "Look at you, all improving and kicking ass," the wizard called out with a grin plastered on his lips. "And you don't even look tired."

[luciansflint]

Lucian dragged his forearm across his forehead as his team pulled away from the huddle, wiping his sweat from his forehead. It had been a rather strenuous practice, preparing for a big match this weekend, and he was glad for it to be done. He propped his broomstick onto his shoulder, walking towards the changing rooms when he heard someone shout out. "Have you been sitting there watching the whole time?" Lucian laughed, walking towards his friend. He greeted him with a fist bump, far too sweaty to force the man to hug him.

[emmsvanity]

"Please. That was pure luck on your seeker's part. I would've gotten the snitch if it was a game that actually counted." Emma rolled her eyes. She had always been a sore loser, holding herself to the highest standard. Sure while she claimed the game didn't count she still beat herself up for losing. She just didn't let people see that, it would give them ammunition and she preferred to appear unfazed.

[luciansflint]

"But you didn't," Lucian pointed out with a lobsided but charming grin. He wasn't actually trying to annoy her but it had been quite an unexpected win; it ended a lot quicker than any of them had been prepared for. That and he did love winning, they all did. "In your defense, you're not the problem. Your keeper has been letting balls in for weeks."

[mk-marlene]

where: ministry of magic who: @luciansflint

Lucian had been waiting long enough to make her feel at least a little guilty— which, admittedly, was no easy feat. By the time Marlene finally hurried down the Ministry steps, shrugging into her coat and looking only mildly frazzled, she was already calling his name. She reached him without slowing, pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, and exhaled a breathless, “Sorry. Apparently leaving work on time is considered a personal attack.”

The witch slipped her arm through his as though she hadn’t kept him there at all, flashing him a grin that bordered on dangerous. “Come on, then. I’ve had a miserable day and you promised me drinks, so I fully expect us both to make regrettable decisions before the night’s over.”

[luciansflint]

Lucian was leaning against the wall, one foot up behind him as he rested lightly. He was standing beside the door waiting, for far too long, for Marlene to join him. In a blur she was suddenly in front of him, pressing forward to kiss his cheek before he had registered her presence. "Hi," he laughed, kissing her back. "You know you could have just asked to meet half an hour later. People were starting to feel sorry for me, standing here on my lonesome."

He started to walk with her, her hand tucked into the crook of his elbow. "Oh no, I just plan on watching your regrettable mistakes," he argued, shaking his head. "Leaky Cauldron or somewhere different?" he asked her.

[sabrinaavery]

Sabrina let her gaze linger on him a moment longer than politeness required, as if weighing whether this conversation itself was already crossing some invisible line. Perhaps that was exactly what made it interesting. “A match on Saturday,” she repeated, almost thoughtfully, before the faintest curve touched her lips. “Then I suppose I ought to wish you luck, if only so I am spared whatever mood you’d inflict on the world if things go poorly.” The remark was light, but deliberate, a measured step further than she should have taken. The witch folded her arms, studying him with that quiet, assessing precision that rarely left her. “You’ve been at it long enough to be confident, I assume. Feel like it's going to be a win?"

[luciansflint]

"Mm, against the Harpies," he elaborated with a soft nod. He gave a quick smirk at her wish of good luck, a lazy shrug curling his free shoulder. "I wouldn't say my moods are that bad. I'm mature now," he explained, though whether it was true or not was surely up for debate. "Fairly confident," he agreed. Cocky, some might call it. Once upon a time quidditch had made him almost sick with nerves but ever since joining the profession leagues he had had a quiet confidence in all his moves. "I can hardly say I think we're going to lose, can I?" he replied. "It'll be close, they're tough."

[sabrinaavery]

Just about done with errands, Sabrina was ready to have the night to herself, even if she had no particular plan just yet. The brunette was walking down the street, considering her options, when someone dropped a bottle of water at her feet. Out of habit, both her job and upbringing installing such attentiveness on her, the witch reached for the bottle and picked it up. She handed it over, a polite smile on her face until she recognised who it belonged to. “Right, you’re welcome,” she offered shortly at first, catching up with her brain for a moment. “Coming back from practice?” She wondered, nodding to the bag on his shoulder.

[luciansflint]

Lucian laughed as Sabrina handed the bottle over, noticing how her expression went from a polite smile to a much more hostile expression. He tossed the bottle back into his bag, nodding as he zipped it back up again. "Yeah. We have a match on Saturday so our last practice before then." Tomorrow would be spent recovering and prepping before the match the following day. Not that he expected Sabrina cared at all.

[amyccarrow]

Amycus stuck his foot out, trapping the water bottle beneath his boot. It was tempting, so tempting, to use the tiniest bit of pressure and crush the bottle, rather than seeking to return it.

"Unusually careless of you, Lucian. I expected you to have better reflexes." Amycus said, tossing the drink bottle between his hands as he withheld it from the other man. It was his father's voice, which came from Amycus's mouth almost unbidden. Put down, posture, retain the power. "Or is it the other Flint who inherited all of the skills?"

[luciansflint]

"I would have been a seeker if that was the case," Lucian drawled sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He watched as Amycus tossed the bottle from hand to hand, a bored expression on his own face. Jokes about his half brother had long since gotten old. "Why? Are you hoping we'll have something in common? Alecto's quite special."

He nodded at the bottle in Amycus' hands, "Keep it. I can sign it for you if you'd like."

[alphagreyback]

Walking a random street for exercise and to get out of his head, Fenrir nearly stepped on an object. A water bottle. Picking it up automatically, his head turned when a voice spoke to him. It hadn't been his intention.

Passing it over, "No problem." Eyes caught the logo on the bag. "Quidditch?"

[luciansflint]

He popped the bottle into the bag, watching the other man's eyes catch on the logo. He nodded in answer, pulling the bag back up onto his shoulder. "Training," he confirmed. "Bit miserable in this weather."

[emmsvanity]

Emma had some things to do in London and since her schedule was booked up with practice for the rest of the week today seemed the best day to get her affairs in order. She needed new broom polish and her reserve pair of practice gloves mended. Normally not the most helpful person around, she decided to pick up the watter bottle, holding it out to her former teammate. "Don't mention it."

[luciansflint]

He took the bottle back, slipping it back into the side pocket, hopefully more securely this time. "Hey," he greeted once he realised who was in front of him. "Haven't seen you since we kicked your ass in that friendly," he smirked, teasing as he pulled his bag up his shoulder.

[luciansflint]

Lucian was walking home from practice, a gym bag draipsed heavily over one shoulder. It had been a long practice, studying and perfecting a new move that their coach wanted them to perfect. It was tough and gruelling but Lucian almost enjoyed those sessions the most, finding them the most rewarding. Starting the morning with no clue how they would manage something to leaving that evening with an immense pride that they'd achieved something new. He only hoped it would be useful in their next match.

"Shit," he cursed as his water bottle tumbled from his bag. He bent down to pick it up when someone else beat him to it. "Thanks," he smiled.

[riickgrimes]

The Summer I Turned Pretty (2022-2025) — 3.11 "At Last"