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Outta my Quidditch League II Colette & Ethan

Ethan had arrived at the pitch early, keen on staking out the competition. He had already recognized a few familiar faces as they strolled out onto the green, and from the looks of it, the competition was nothing a professional chaser like him couldn’t handle. With an eye still latched on the pitch entrance, Ethan began his pre-match warm-ups, breaking out into a slow jog towards the edge of the field. It was then he spotted a familiar brunette, one he would never have expected to grace the pitch.

He did a double take just to be sure it was her, a wicked grin playing on his lips. This was his turf now, and Ethan Wood did always relish the chance to showoff his athletic abilities. As he jogged closer to get a good look at her from across the pitch, his smirk faded. She still looked elegant and refined to him, the only difference was that this time she wasn’t alone and was adored with an enormous sparkler that wasn’t there the last time they met.

Immediately, Ethan slowed, laughing to himself and shaking his head at what a complete dunderhead he had been. He should have known better, especially after his spin the bottle chats with Finely in regards to the bloke’s own marriage within high society. How could Ethan have been so draft?

“Didn’t think back-alley Quidditch was your speed, Cora...” Ethan called out to her in an attempt to maintain his pride. Jogging over to her, he abandoned the rest of his pre-match rituals, dropping his voice low once in range, smirk etched into the fissures of his jawline. “If that’s even your real name.”

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Class Act II Colette & Ethan

There was no denying that the Magpie boys held high rank in the wizarding community, awarding them not only the spotlight, but a special brand of quidditch royalty that on this particular evening granted them access to a swanky wizarding spot, one that was invitation only. It wasn’t Ethan’s typical fare though, far more posh and exclusive than the bars and clubs the team typically liked to frequent. It also wasn’t Ethan’s idea either. His reasons for frequenting tonight were purely the work of his publicist, under the guise of an evening out with his mates to let the wizarding elite know that Ethan Wood was doing just fine after the World Cup disaster.

The chaser had been begrudgingly schmoozing with the head of magical games and sports when a playful elbow from his teammate struck him directly below the ribcage. His buddy stole him away and nodded in the direction of pretty brunette, clearly in league even above Ethan’s, urging the middle Wood to talk to her...or else he would. After a few teasing protests, and some more pestering, Ethan rolled his eyes, and finally gave in.

He strode away towards the woman, a signature smirk that didn’t quite reach it’s full potential etched into the fissures of his jawline. A few months ago, Ethan would have relished the opportunity to have drinks with a gorgeous woman in a swanky, high-end lounge, perhaps even seeing the endeavor as a challenge. But lately quidditch’s favorite rebel preferred the warmth of a few pints of firewhiskey and a meaningless shag.

“Look, I’ll be honest.” Ethan got straight to the point, his usual cheek still apparent in his tone. “My mate put me up to this, and I really didn’t want to hear him anymore.” He cocked his head in the direction of the bar. “But I sure as hell could use a drink, and you look like you could use one too, aye?”