#ludo.1

[nickmulciber]

where; somewhere public whomst; ludo @xavecamour​

It wouldn’t be entirely untrue to say Nick had been thinking up ways to accidentally run into Ludo for months now. The more attached Mary got the more satisfying it would be to watch it all come crumbling back down, sure, but he hated when people touched his things. He’d have to be careful with this, he’d have to play it right. Mary probably filled the idiot’s head with all sorts of little sob stories. True sob stories, sure, but that mattered less.

“Mr. Bagman!” He called as he threw up a hand in wave, an easy friendly smile on his face. “Big fan of your recent work, mate. Do you think you could spare a few minutes?”

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[lilykat-evans]

where; Leaky Cauldron whomst; Ludo @xavecamour​

“Ludo!” Lily called, waving him over. She wasn’t near as into Quidditch as James but she liked Ludo as a person. Anyone who was kind to Mary already started off well in her books, and he seemed generally like a nice man. “Thank you for agreeing to come eat with me.”

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[lauredeschamps]

where; hogsmeade whom; ludo @xavecamour​

Despite knowing objectively that several very large names lived in the London area, Laure hadn’t actually expected to meet any of them. That wasn’t the sort of luck that she typically had. The gold bangles jingled on her arm as she made her way though the village, only to stop short. That was Ludo Bagman. Professional Quidditch player Ludo Bagman, just out and about in public. She should say hi. No, no she shouldn’t. that was weird she shouldn’t just approach famous people.

“Monsieur Bagman!” She said, voice slightly higher than normal and cheeks distinctively pink. “It’s really you, you’re really real.” Oh dear god she was moving back to France immediately this never happened in Colmar she wanted to perish.

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[nickmulciber]

@xavecamour​

“Perhaps, but no less important.” Ludovic smiled politely, though made a note never to turn his back on the other man. His eyebrow shot up at the comment, confusion flooding his expression. “You seem to have me confused with someone else. I haven’t been benched, in this season or the last. If I had, well, I certainly wouldn’t have been chosen for the England national side this summer.” He turned away as the drinks were brought over, paying the bartender and pushing the second bottle over to Nick. “So, who do you really support then?”

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Of course Nick was important. That was never actually in doubt. Unlike Bagman’s importance, which grew more questionable by the minute.

“Really?” Nick winced in feigned embarrassment, looking away like Severus always had when Evans trounced past back at school. “Well this is bloody embarrassing, sorry. Must’ve gotten you confused with one of the other players. You are Bagman though, aren’t you?

“I’m rooting for Ireland this year, but mostly because it really annoys some of the other Oblivators. Apparently I’m a tasteless arse. Do you think you’ve got a shot at it, then? The title.”

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