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“What’s she got on you?” Rayna asked her chaser from where she leaned against one of the stands on the Quidditch field, “Or am I being paranoid for you and her looking over here and whispering has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me?” She asked, wondering if she needed to go extra hard on the gossiper during training.
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to be an adult | lucinda & amos
“Another Butterbeer. You’re gonna make me broke, Talkalot.”
It was a lie. And even if it wasn’t, Amos didn’t mind. Lucinda had been a good distraction over the last couple of months, and even with earth-shattering news, he didn’t want her to go anywhere. They had far too much in common for Amos to not become somewhat invested in keeping a friendship with the Slytherin. In fact, what they had in common was the reason he invited her out for a drink when a Hogsmeade weekend came up. Because while Amos Diggory bragged to everyone about his baby news, there was an underlining terror there. The fear of responsibility and commitment.
A fear that the girl across the table from him shared.
Amos placed the drink in front of her before settling back into his original seat. “Anyway, like I was saying – I don’t know how you deal with being captain. I thought I wanted that badge, before Davey got it. But damn – the amount you have to put into it? That’s crazy.” He shook his head at the thought, before looking at her with a grin. “Think I’ll miss Quidditch the most, you know? Well, maybe you don’t know. What, with losing all the time.”
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“You know, all of his could've been avoided if you hadn't played with something you don't understand.” Penelope told the other, helping shield the mess that was currently on the floor and getting ready to divert anyone who tried to see what they were up too. “What possessed you to pick it up in the first place?”
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overstepping | lucinda & amos (&robyn)
Inviting the mother of his child to Hogsmeade was a risk, and not one Amos was particularly fond of taking. He’d received a letter from his mother with the insistence that his Muggle ‘friend’ see the world in which their son would more than likely grow up in, despite the blatant prejudice and animosity some residences and visitors at Hogsmeade felt towards non-magic folk. Amos tried to talk Robyn out of it, but she was ridiculously stubborn and all his attempts to meet up in a more neutral location was met with one word responses via owl.
No.
So, here he was, walking around the small village, and keeping an eye on everyone who passed. Some who didn’t know him looked disapprovingly at the pair, murmuring about the horror of teen pregnancy. But Amos had hardly kept the news of his son a secret so most who passed him only spared a glance or smiled. While Robyn didn’t say anything, she seemed relieved at the lack of judgement, and a part of him wondered what it was like in the Muggle world for a teen mother. After a while, he realised the suggestion from his mum wasn’t all bad. Having Robyn there gave him the chance to get to know her better, even if they were doing things in the wrong order. And really, she seemed delighted at every new shop they past, pointing excitedly at things that he had grown so accustom to. It was endearing, and honestly, Amos was having a genuinely good time.
Until he caught someone staring at them. And it was not fear of hate speech that sent a chill down it spine. It was the absolute horror that came with seeing Lucinda Talkalot, still a walking distance away, having an unusual but definitely mischievous expression on her face. Robyn was rambling about something in a shop window, although her words flew over his head as he mimed go away repeatedly to the new arrival. He should have known she would pay him no mind.
“Hey, Kent. Why don’t you go in and have a look around? Pick out anything you like the look of and I’ll get it. My treat.”
Robyn sent him a suspicious look, clearly not giving into his desperate act of kindness. Instead, she looked around him, taking in the sea of people. When she saw one walking over, she pointed vaguely in her direction. Amos turned his head to look over his shoulder, and – almost instinctively – turned to completely block Robyn from the approaching Slytherin. It was a protective sign, sure, but not for the traditional reason. He and Lucinda were far too alike for him to be comfortable with that look.
“Don’t.” Amos’ tone was far too pathetic for his liking. He knew any battle would already be lost. “We’re having a nice day, and you’re not invited.”
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running wild and running free | lucinda and amos
Not a single goal. In all of his days of playing Quidditch, not once had he been the only Chaser not to score a singe shot. Yet here he was, at a celebration for a win he did absolutely nothing to contribute towards. And Merlin, if that didn’t just make an already terrible start to November worse, he didn’t know what did. He knew the deal with Mary and Rabastan was bothering him; knew that he could barely stop thinking about her despite the distance he put between them. But he had hoped, begged and pleaded with his own brain that he would be distracted by Quidditch.
But the reality had been that his game had been ruined by the ache that still lingered in his chest.
Even though he knew the didn’t deserve the alcohol being served – his team mates overly enthusiastic about their first match of the year win – Amos grabbed the nearest bottle of Firewhiskey and finished it as quickly as he could. He mingled as much as he deemed appropriate, and tried to have a generally good time. And then he saw Mary, or rather, Mary approached him. And Merlin, the intoxication made it tempting to yell at her. To tell her how he really felt and why he’d been ignoring her in the first place. Why she was the reason for his anguish, his restless sleep and his dull mood.
But he managed to resist it. For one reason alone. A seemingly drunk Lucinda Talkalot accidentally knocked into him as he attempted to back away from the Gryffindor girl. Amos apologised to her out of habit before letting her get on her way. But as he watched her walk off, a fellow Quidditch player and a friendly acquaintance at best, he thought perhaps a change of company would be a decent enough distraction. And while he wanted nothing more than to turn back to Mary and tell her everything, he decided with the safer option than to let drunken words get the better of him.
He needed to get out of there. And the Slytherin was a perfect excuse.
He followed after Lucinda, making his presence known to her quickly by placing a gentle hand on her arm. “Talkalot, we don’t spend nearly enough time together.” Amos murmured to her quietly as he reached her. “Want to change that?”
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