#{ nadia }

[wcrbecks]

{ @ignicorsnadia }

     “can you believe that hag beat me? three shots left and i knock it over and lose the whole thing.” his words slur a bit at the end of the sentence, lips pursed into a POUT. perhaps if he hadn’t spiked his butterbeer with something a little bit stronger the day would have turned in his favor.

[scyre]

        in a stark comparison to his earlier behavior on the pitch, monty was in good spirits as he sidled up to his teammate - handing her a cup filled to the brim as he glanced around the room. he’d already had more than his fair share for the evening and was about to take off while the rest of the house partied until the sun came up.. but not before he’d congratulated his teammates on a job well done. “here, you’ve earned it.” he declared with a lopsided grin, hand pushing sweaty strands of hair away from his face. “we all have, really. at least all of those ruddy hours we put in running laps were good for something, yea?”   @ignicorsnadia