@bcharitable !
“ You see that bloke? ” Emma whispered in her very much practiced gossiping croon, a finger detaching itself from its hold on her champagne flute to point at a quidditch player across the room -- no shame, and he probably couldn’t even see them from where he stood. “ That’s Roy Keats -- Wasps beater, laughed at me when I got on the pitch on my first game in the leagues; called me princess like it was my name, and made sure to purposefully hit me throughout the game even when I stayed out of his way, ” Her face twisted in disdain that quickly fizzled away ( always a flair for the dramatic ! ), and turned so that she could flash Charity her signature triumphant grin. “ Sorry arse is now sitting at the bottom of the standings this season ! Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it, Char ? ”