Gaia Ellis/RPs

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mors mihi vida fide = I have faith in life and death 
Gaia Ellis/Planning
==Holyhead Harpies==
*It only seems to happen with MOiA (or Rosiah). I write more than I am willing to post.
"We were nothing short of the baddest @$$#$ on Earth when we had the twins, and you, out there with us. That's how we won the cup. Everybody knows that, and you better know that. If anyone says otherwise they're @&%^$#@ liars. I don't mean false belief just because I said it. I mean you better believe that $#%^ in here. Without you we're hardly fit to be called Harpies anymore."
"Bull$#^%. Going from top to bottom humbled you enough, until you let me open my big @$$ mouth, and pump up your ego. Did I? Yeah, I did. Think about it. You know it was obvious. Denial at the highest level. The press is going to eat this up, and I'll probably end up in the holding cells again for attacking the paparazzo when they get to putting their noses in our business."
*Gaia knocked on the door, and ran her free hand through her hair. She sighed biting back a chuckle as she grinned mischievously tugging on her vest. She casually took a look around slipping a few fingers into her back pockets while rocking back and forth humming a strange song she had gotten stuck in her head.*
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=La Lune Bleue=
*Lydax and Gaia
{{Jorey28|Lydiae=After apparating to just outside the bar, she'd proceed to vomit on the floor.|time=13:10, July 15, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jaysea|Max= She feels quite nauseous herself, but she manages to keep it all down. She laughs loudly at Lydiae's gastric weakness before cleaning it up. Mostly. "The bar," she says loudly, "is that way."|time=13:15, July 15, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jorey28|Lydiae=She'd stumble into the bar. "God...am I glad I'm not a teacher anymore!" She'd jest.|time=13:20, July 15, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jaysea|Max=She pats Bardy's shoulder clumsily. "You're safe now; I won't be in your classes."|time=13:37, July 15, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jorey28|Lydiae=She'd laugh with quite some volume. "If anyone from Hogwarts sees me here...I'm definitely not getting a job next term." She'd laugh wheezily, then observing her surroundings. "Why are we here?"|time=13:41, July 15, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jaysea|Max="Um, because we're drunk and feel the need to flaunt it. Duh."|time=14:00, July 15, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jorey28|Lydiae="Great point." She'd add on the end, walking over to the bar for another drink with no regard for her current status.|time=18:59, July 15, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{GM|time=19:01, July 15, 2015 (UTC)|name=Bond_em7|text=The bartender would look at her and frown. "I think you've already had enough ma'm."}}{{Jaysea|Max= She smirks and taps twice on the bar. "He's right, you know. Howz about a stout for me and...something alcohol free for her."|time=19:23, July 15, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jorey28|Lydiae=She'd slowly raise her finger and point to Max. "Maxima...don't act like you're sober." She'd say, laughing.|time=19:25, July 15, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jaysea|Max= She shrugs with a grin. "I can still walk a straight line. Plus I didn't puke when we got here!"|time=23:22, July 15, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:39, July 16, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia chuckled to herself meaning for it to stay in her head. She was not trying to encourage these two drunkies, but overhearing them put a smirk on her face. She pushed her sunglasses up trying to remain inconspicuous, but really, who wears aviator sunglasses indoors?*}}{{Jorey28|Lydiae="She looks like someone from a motorcycle gang!" She'd say rather loudly, hiding behind Max slightly as she said it, and laughing to herself, were she sober, she'd never have been so offensive.|time=00:44, July 16, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:53, July 16, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia raised a brow, she was supposed to be ignoring them. V would be able to do it, Al would probably tell her to do it. Somehow, she could not do it. It was probably her mother's fault.* "Maybe I am in a gang, a lady gang. Are you insulting my colors?"}}
{{Jaysea|Max=She pushes her chest out and widens her stance in an awful attempt to look more intimidating. "Absolutely not, um...sunglasses lady...|time=14:24, July 16, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jorey28|Lydiae="It's just my personal observation, dear. You don't need to be offended! Each to their own." She'd give Gaia the diva hand.|time=14:36, July 16, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=15:53, July 16, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia slowly turned her head in the drunkies direction. She smirked at the pushed out chest of the protector and narrowed her eyes behind her sunglasses as it seemed the blondish one, who was hiding, was doing the real talking.* "News flash. I wasn't even offended until you told me I didn't need to be. To each there own. Sure, What the #&*% ever." *She pointed her chin at Lydiae.* "You don't get to tell me what I need. Got it?"}}
{{Jaysea|Max=She glares at Gaia. "She told you what you didn't need, b!+(#. Now if you're not gonna play nice, don't ****ing play at all."|time=18:37, July 16, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jorey28|Lydiae="No, she can play if she wants. I don't care how." Lydiae would say nastily in Gaia's direction. "I've gone too long without any fun in my life, perhaps I can start now." A decision she'd come to regret when she was sober.|time=18:51, July 16, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=15:53, July 16, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*It wasn't the first time she had been called a b!+(#, and it would not be the last. She chuckled at the thought licking and biting on her bottom lip before she looked in Max' direction.* "You're not as bright as you are good looking. That's a disappointment, in your case. I know what she said. That was why I repeated it. Who said anything about me playing nice?" *She turned her head towards Lydiae, again.* "You want to have some fun, Pinky? I know two girls who can show you a real good time." *She grinned.*}}{{Jaysea|Max=She growls (attempts to) gjve Gaia a solid push back. "Dude, fix your freaking gaydar."|time=02:00, July 17, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jorey28|Lydiae=She'd frown, staring at Gaia. "I'm sorry, what? I wasn't implying that, thank you." You trollop. She'd think to herself. I'm sure you try it with everybody. "I might be drunk...but I'm not stupid!"|time=02:33, July 17, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=15:28, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia laughed, they were so much less offensive than they were funny. Didn't they know that? She looked at Max.* "Dude, work on yours. In my case honey, if it ain't broke, don't fix it." *She rolled her eyes, behind her sunglasses it looks a lot like nothing turning to Lydiae, again.* "I see why the two of you #&%$*@^ morons came here together. You're just as intelligent as Brightness aren't you? *She gestured to Max, implying their shared level of intellect.* "I hate to be the one to tell you this $#^%, Pinky. Yea, you are #&%$*@^ drunk, and you are #&%$*@^ stupid." *She nodded pretending to frown.* "And I wasn't hitting on either of you. I wouldn't lower my standards like that. The two girls I was talking about were Lucy, and Desi. My fists." *She smirks balling her fists and cracking her knuckles.*}}
{{GM|time=15:30, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|name=Bond_em7|text=The bartender would try to interceed, though staying at a distance, looking extremely nervous. "Please ladies...no fighting in here."}}{{Jaysea|AngryWolf= Before shifting she says angrily, "Well why don't I introduce you to my teeth, then?" She shifts and snarls at Gaia, hackles raised and sharp teeth showing.|time=15:45, July 17, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{GM|time=15:46, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|name=Bond_em7|text=With a little yelp, the bartender would run off to alert the aurors.}}{{Jorey28|Lydiae=Having never seen Max's wolf form before, she'd scream rather loudly, piercing Gaia with her daggering eyes. "We'll finish this later." She'd say smugly, going to keep her distance.|time=15:49, July 17, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=15:58, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia watched the yelper leave through her peripheral vision. Her words were for Lydiae although she said then to the animal bearing teeth.* "Nice one, @%^&#! You probably want to run along, with your tail between your legs, now that the dog catchers are on their way. As for you Pinky, I doubt you finish anything you start. You can say whatever else you have to say to my @$$." *She stares down the animal, again.* "I know you want a piece of me, but if you touch this with those teeth, @%^&#! I'll have your hide."}} {{Renee Delacroix|Renee= She walked in, frowning. "What seems to be the problem here?"|time=15:59, July 17, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{Bond_em7|time=16:00, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd walk in, confident, with his wand out.}}{{Jaysea|AngryWolf= It crosses her mind that it might be better to act docile and maybe go back to human-ness, but it's gone quickly. She glares at the aurors and snarls at them with slightly less teeth.|time=16:07, July 17, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{Bond_em7|time=16:09, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd jab his wand at the wolf, shooting a non-verbal stunner at it.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=16:19, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia stood by, putting a little distance between herself and the action. Thus far, she had said nothing. As an 'innocent bystander' that was all she really needed to do. Wasn't it? Pinky and the wolf were the real problem. She was just a mouth piece, and maybe a bit off an instigator.*}} {{Renee Delacroix|Renee= She raised her eyebrows. "Anyone? Someone want to explain the wolf, maybe?" she said.|time=16:22, July 17, 2015 (UTC)~}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=16:33, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia crossed her arms over chest. Of course, these two drunk idiots were all clams now in the presence of Aurors.* "The wolf wasn't really a wolf, I think your partner could sense that. She is jus some b- ... woman who is probably insecure about herself, and she chose to display the fact that she can literally become an animal when she wants to." *She shrugged.* "This is just speculation on my part. I can't say why she really did it, I'm not her."}}{{Jorey28|Lydiae=Too scared to say anything, she'd be frozen to the spot and silent.|time=16:46, July 17, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{Jorey28|Lydiae=Too scared to say anything, she'd be frozen to the spot and silent.|time=16:46, July 17, 2015 (UTC)}}{{Jaysea|AngryWolf= She sees the wand pointed at her and tries to get put of the way, but her rather inebriated state hinders her motor controls and she trips beautifully over her own paws.|time=21:49, July 17, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{GM|time=21:52, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|name=Bond_em7|text=The stunner would hit Max in the chest, knocking her unconscious.}}
{{Bond_em7|time=21:52, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd shrug. "The bartender said all three of 'em were fighting, so I think we take them all in and figure out who did what in the Holding Cells."}} {{Renee Delacroix|Renee= She nodded, and pointed her wand at the wolf, muttering the spell that would put her back in her human form. She wasn't taking a wolf back to the Holding Cells.|time=21:53, July 17, 2015 (UTC)}}
{{Bond_em7|time=21:55, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd levitate the unconscious woman. "Come on ladies...let's go."}}
=British Ministry Holding Cells=
*Gaia (and Jac, and Althea and Morgan)
{{Bond_em7|time=22:05, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd smile at her, sitting across from her. "So...what happened?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:09, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia chuckles looking at him sitting there, smiling. She chews on her tongue like a piece of gum as she talks.* "I didn't do anything. That's what happened."}}
{{Bond_em7|time=22:10, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd grin at her. "The bartender was saying you were inciting them and almost caused a fight."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:14, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia nods.* "Then the bartender is &#%$#^$ liar. They were inciting me, which isn't ever a good idea. I wasn't the one who was in an un-human form when you showed up... was I?" *She looked at him curiously as if he would say something different.*}}
{{Bond_em7|time=22:16, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd nod. "Nope...you weren't." He'd smile. "...but did you ask them to go home with you?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:19, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia laughed.* "No. No, I didn't ask them go home with me. I offered to introduce them, one of them to 'the girls'. That's what I offered." *She shrugged.* "I tried to tell you, the bartender is &#%$#^$ liar."}}
{{Bond_em7|time=22:20, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd give her a handsome smile. "You've said that...which why I thought I would ask you...personally...what happened. So...what WERE you talking with them about?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:26, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia paused staring back at him.* "I laughed at their antics. Drunk people are funny." *She chuckled.* "The littler one, the more human one? She started it. Then the other one, she called me out of my name. How was I supposed to respond to that? Other than letting them meet my two best friends that is." She smirked*}}
{{Bond_em7|time=22:28, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd give her a knowing smile. "...so you're saying you didn't provoke them at all?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:31, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia chewed on her tongue smirking. "I said it before. I'll say it again. They. Provoked. Me."}}
{{Bond_em7|time=22:32, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd look at her skeptically. "So...you don't think that your...choice of language towards them might have had anything to do with it?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:38, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="My choice of language towards them?" *She laughed, hard.* "I told you that wofl@$%&# called me out of my name. What about that? I try to work on my 'decorum' in public, but when someone steps out of line and asks for it, they are going to get it."}}
{{Bond_em7|time=22:40, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd frown. "I don't actually know what 'called me out of my name' means. Care to enlighten me?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:46, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Are you new to this Auror thing then? I would imagine people call you out of your name all the time." *She did not meant it as an insult despite her tone, most people she knew did not have the best things to say about authority figures.* "It means she used something other than my given name. Would you like a better example? How about the way I keep referring to her as a b----?"}}
{{Bond_em7|time=22:48, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd nod. "Ah...so she insulted you...and you responded in kind."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:50, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="That's what I said."}}
{{Bond_em7|time=22:52, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd nod. "Well then, since nobody was injured and no property was destroyed...you're free to go. I'd suggest next time you ignore the drunks. Do you have someone that can come pick you up?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:55, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia chuckled to herself, she did try to ignore them, she just did not try very hard.* "Do I need someone to pick me up?"}}
{{Bond_em7|time=22:57, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd nod apologetically. "Policy. If you don't have anyone to pick you up, you'll have to stay the night."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:00, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia laughed.* "That's not happening." *She shook her head.* "So? What? Are you going through the file on me or do you want me to write something down for you?*}}
{{Bond_em7|time=23:02, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd shrug, offering her paper and a quill. "Write down who'd you like me to contact."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:05, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia took the quill and paper scribbling out [[Althea Keyne|Althea]] and [[Morgan Reese|Morgan]]'s first and last names before flick it across the table.* "If you can't get one of them, I'll need the other. But you can surprise me and bring them both."}}
{{Bond_em7|time=23:06, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Jac=He'd nod and head out of the cell.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:11, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia began pacing back and forth as she became increasingly impatient. Being stuck in the holding cells was not enough of a deterrent to stay out of bar fights in the future though.*}}
{{Bond_em7|time=23:21, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Althea=She'd smile seeing Gaia. "Morgan...you make sure she's ok. I'm going to go have a few words with whoever put her in here..." She'd head off.}}
{{MorganReese|time=23:28, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|text=Morgan would head in and smile, giving Gaia a quick hug trying to express that they'd been worried without declaring it to the world. "Hey, I'm glad to see you and your two best friends are in one piece."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:31, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia tried not to laugh, and failed after she retuned Morgan's quick hug.* "Did you think Lucy and Desi would ever let me get hurt?"}}
{{MorganReese|time=23:36, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|text=Morgan chuckled with Gaia and she grinned as she answered. "No, of course not. If I ever thought they would I'd be either paranoid or stupid, maybe both!"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:39, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="I wouldn't say either of those things, even if I couldn't prove that you weren't stupid or paranoid. Besides I didn't really even get to use them, this time. I just brandished them. A little."}}
{{Bond_em7|time=23:40, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Althea=She'd come back blushing a little, but looking extremely happy. "Ok...we're free to get going."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:44, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia scrunched her face and looked at Morgan then back at Althea.* "WTF Al?"}}
{{MorganReese|time=23:46, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|text="Damn, you didn't? Although I guess that's a good thing..." She seemed happy as Althea said they could go, heading back out. "The idea of being stuck in there makes me shiver."}}
{{Bond_em7|time=23:47, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Althea=She'd blush. "No...I didn't, but I DID get that cute Auror who brought you in to ask me out on a date after the Cup."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:53, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Nice. Win or what's that thing the other people do? Oh, right. Lose. That sounds like a win-win on this end." *She laughed tossing her head back and clapping at the thought.*}}
{{Bond_em7|time=23:58, July 17, 2015 (UTC)|Althea=She'd grin. "Well, let's get out of here..big game tomorrow."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:17, July 18, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia gestured for Morgan and Althea to walk out first.* "And look at me with nothing black or blue to proved I punched my ticket to the British Ministry's Holding Cells. Where's my souvenir... oh, right. I'll have to pay you guys back or something for coming... there goes my new leather jacket."}}
{{Bond_em7|time=04:30, July 18, 2015 (UTC)|Althea=She'd grin. "You can pay us back by winning tomorrow."}}
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=Cholmeley Lodge (Morgan and Vilte's Apartment)=
*Gaia and Morgan
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:54, August 26, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia knocked on the door, and chuckled to herself. She used one hand to push up her aviators so they would sit more comfortably on her face while placing the other on her hip only to slide it under the rim of her brand new leather jacket running her thumb under the lining of the small gift she brought for Morgan.*}}{{Lilly Mara|time=08:00, August 26, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She looked at the decorated apartment one more time with a grin, proud of herself, and the neat stack of presents mostly from family, before heading to the door. "Gaia!" She grinned wider, hugging her first through the doorway before gesturing for her to come inside.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=20:44, August 26, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Hey touch-y feel-y." *She grinned hugging Morgan back through the doorway before slipping an arm around the back of her neck, and over her shoulder walking them both inside. She let go of Morgan as she stepped further across the threshold, and into the apartment to admire the decorations.* "Did you get into the 'Adult Eggnog' already? *She teased, pulling off her sunglasses, and slipping them into her pocket.* "Has your perspective on life changed since your free-fall?"}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=11:04, August 27, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=A chuckle escaped her and she looked around at her own decorations. "No, I'd never start without you, would I?" she answered, with a slightly lopsided smile. "...that was embarrassing. That was an ouch in more than one sense of the word, but I'd never stop."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:54, August 28, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia smirked in response to Morgan's question, leaving it verbally unanswered.* "You would be some kind of $#^%%@ little #&^%@$ if you did." *She grinned playfully.* "Everyone has lost their grip on their broom at least once. Do you think I haven't had a free-fall after going for the Starfish and Stick? Don't delude yourself into thinking you're immune to it because you're playing beater and not seeker. If any thing, you have a better chance because you've got one hand on a bat." *She shrugged as she clicked her tongue.* "I'm not trying to be 'nice' to make you feel better either. Because you're in need of some practice if you plan to keep letting stray bludgers unseat you."}}{{Lilly Mara|time=16:57, September 7, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She would smile slightly, "I've never seen you fall off and I don't want to, and I definitely don't want to imagine it happening. I've been practicing and hopefully you shouldn't see that again if I have anything to do with it." Her grin is still there, as she imagines what it would be like to go back to Gaia and the Harpies - she tried not to admit it, but it was obvious the move to the Wasps was the wrong one for her. She should have stayed put, not that she had a lot of choice.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:49, September 7, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia smiled back, slightly.* "I think they call it the power of positive thinking? Believe it, and you can achieve it. Or some $#%^ like that." *She smirked shrugged nonchalantly.* "I'm glad to hear you're working on keeping seated during the game. Watching you fall. It felt like it was happening in slow motion. I think my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. It wasn't as funny as it used to be."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=10:32, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="It was ever funny?" she raised both eyebrows, but she's giggling while she says it. "Slow motion? Did you have like...Omnioculars, or something like that? Or would it be like me being the one watching, because that feeling's been happening for a long time now...the heart in the pit of your stomach thing, and the slow motion too really." I mean, since that hug in the holding cells, but never mind that.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:18, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia shook her head, her brows scrunching together, her lips curling into a sly smile.* "No omnioculars here. I know what I'm looking for when I have my eyes set on the pitch. That's how I know it used to be funny seeing not just you, but Viola, both the twins, Gwyn, and Lena, when they let themselves get caught that is. It was always funny to see anyone pegged in practice." *She shrugged.* "I didn't realize how much things changed when you left until I got to see you playing without the rest of us for myself."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=11:23, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She smiles at the memories that came from that statement, and for a brief second she is in a world of her own. "I didn't realise until I had to play against you, how much I missed being with you." She sighs, and it's the closest to this move was a bad idea as she's going to get. The absence of the word all was deliberate, she definitely did miss Gaia the most, not that she was brave enough to say it.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:40, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Me, me? Or me in general" *She grinned pointing to herself as she feigned stupidity.* "I can't believe how much trading went on, and the roster for some of the teams in the league. I know it isn't the same for me. We're not the same without you. We're barely even a team. I would have been able to due if it had only been the twins who left, I never really liked any of our chasers anyways." *She rolled her eyes telling that big fat white lie.* "How are you and the Wasps getting along outside of practice? Do you even see them outside of practice? Do you practice?"}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=11:44, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Um...we don't see each other much out of practice," she admitted sheepishly, running a hand through her hair. "Besides Athena the other two chasers aren't doing anything...Luca's quiet...and everyone knows Aeron's out of sorts, so it's a bit of a hard time." She shrugs, although it's obvious she doesn't feel great about it.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:54, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Maybe there's just bad $#^% in the air this year?" *She shrugged not having a real explanation for why she felt like this quidditch season felt like it was doomed from the start.* "Lena went, and adopted a kid with that new girl, Glyndwr? ... Her wife or whatever? Then there's the bull$#^% with the new beater half-@$$%^# it because her boyfriend, and best-fried are on two different opposing teams. When did we start letting personal drama #^@$ with our game?"}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=11:58, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Oh, Katrine?" she asked, thoughtfully, "I met her at one of the Harpies games I was watching, actually." At the latter part she needed an extra moment to think, because that was exactly what she had done at the Harpies game. "We didn't, as far as I know," She shrugged again, really not sure what else to say on the matter without blurting what was on her mind out, and she didn't know if she wanted to do that or not yet.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:11, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia gave a bit of an indeterminate shrugging nod. She hadn't met the girl, she merely that the smaller person existed.* "Nice kid? I'll guess so, if she's growing up a Schmidt that might change." *She grinned again, now knowing Morgan was watching.* "Everyone has, M. Everyone. I think it's the reason all the teams are sort of suffering. Don't get me wrong. The Harpies are always the number one threat." *She hated even saying the name. Harpies they weren't Harpies anymore.* "Hey, I brought you something. It's nothing special, just a little gift."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=12:40, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She laughs at her comments about Avery, wondering what the latter would say in response to those, probably with equally profane words, handing her the present with a grin.
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OOC: I wasn't sure what Gaia would actually want, so I went for some generic quidditch stuff, because everyone needs that right?}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:51, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia sighed feeling like a gigantic arsehole.* "WTF?! You weren't supposed to have something for me. I just said this isn't anything special." *Her brow furrowed, and she pulled the gift from her pocket barely able to keep a straight face as she looked down at it.* "It was funny, at first. It's not so much anymore. Here." *She handed over the small gift wrapped in green gold, and black ribbon.* "It was a gag, but I do have a real gift for you. Just not with me."
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OOC: Every pro needs that. I think. Just because, I actually spent a lot of time way before this post debating what Gaia would get for Morgan. For real.}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=13:13, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="You know me too well, I love food," she laughs a little, even if Gaia didn't find it funny she definitely did.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=14:39, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia began pulling her sunglasses from another pocket.* "Who doesn't. Right?" *Deadpan.* "M. Seriously." *She smirked.* "You didn't have to get me anything."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=17:40, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Neither did you, but you did," Morgan returned, smiling that little bit more before giving Gaia another hug with her "Merry Christmas." Unlike the one in the Holding Cells and the one across the doorstep, this one was a little longer.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:08, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia shrugged.* "But I'm nice as #^$%. I let myself get locked up protecting drunkies from themselves. I'm the &#^%." *She toyed with a few strands of Morgan's hair as they embraced one another.* "Merry Christmas." *The quick hug was a thing M did, she understood that now. This one felt different. She pulled away.* "I think I can get over you being a former Seeker."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=18:15, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="You are the ^&^#!" she agreed, the edges of her mouth perking up a little more as Gaia played with her hair. Maybe the long hug was too long, she didn't know, or maybe it just delivered the picture. "You can? I was absolute #^%$ at it. Absolute %$£#@&% ^$£#. So it actually doesn't count really." She shrugged, at least in her mind it didn't, but she knew how Gaia felt about Seekers.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:32, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Don't #^$%&^@ swear." *She kept a straight face only to crack, and smirk playfully raising a brow.* "That how I see it. It doesn't count. You don't even play seeker anymore. If you did..." *Gaia shrugged dispassionately putting her sunglasses just under her bottom lip, barely tapping her chin.* "There would be a reason you aren't one anymore. A good reason not to have to look past your glory#^%$@&# days. You fame-lover! You're doing what you were meant to do out there. Kind of something like me." *She winked.*}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=18:51, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Says you," she remarked playfully, with a laugh. "I'm so #%$^$*& great, playing for a team that hasn't won a game yet, right?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:57, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia stifled a laugh.* "I heard a rumor somewhere that nearly each one of the Wasps haven't played with a team in the British Irish League before, except you. If that ones true, it's no wonder you haven't gotten a win yet."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=19:03, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="I think that's right," she nodded, thinking about that briefly and finding it to be at least mostly true if she was right about her...acquaintances. "None of them won the Quidditch Cup, either."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:15, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="The Wasps could have a come back. Being me. I have to shut that $#^% down though. I've got to tell you the Harpies are bound for it. Domination. It's what we #^$%^#@ do." *She paused solely to grin.* "Who really knows? Maybe we'll both end up like the Bats. Most. Famous. Losers."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=19:29, September 9, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Don't let Schweinsteiger hear that one. Everyone was so pissed when the Germans lost, and now he's playing for the Most Famous Losers." (Even Morgan was a little pissed off.) "He also doesn't like Athena - she's an inch taller than him. She makes a big deal of it."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=03:24, September 10, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Is he here? Should I say it louder?" *She laughed, unable to care less who heard what.* "Not everyone was M, I know I sure as #$%% wasn't." *She gave Morgan a small nudge.* "I knew Dreschel was amazon class, height wise, I didn't know that meant taller than Schweinsty. Sometimes when I see one of them I think about breaking off their legs, and walking around on 'em like stilts."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=07:33, September 10, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Schweinsty?" She laughs while trying to decide whether she liked that, either way it was funny. "Vilte plays with his sister and apparently she's tiny, not quite as tiny as most of Puddlemere, but much shorter than him."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:46, September 10, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="I can't say Vilte's name. Are you questioning Schweinsty?" *She laughed with her.* "I think old Pee-You might have the best team. I mean that in terms of height distribution, but if you'd ask me, I'd say they aren't using it right. They need some group therapy." *She smirked.* "What are the Kestrels looking like? I haven't checked the bottom of my foot since that Round One squish."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=19:57, September 10, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She giggled. Don't let Schweinsty hear that one either. His sister's their seeker. Well, they beat us and the Ballycastle Bats - they're not doing badly, I don't think." She smiles at the mention of Pee-You, she remembered that nickname all too well. "I don't underestimate you girls actually, even if your hearts ache terribly for me. And mine for you girls, actually."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:46, September 10, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="I want him to hear it. And I want the Bats to hear me say they are the Most Famous Losers. How many people do you think watched them lose to us? Us at out best?" *She grinned mischievously.* "I can't say it was everyone but still, the world. I need to go on WWN, and namedrop. It'd be fun to hand out awards to all the losers. Worst attendance - Patonga. Loudest person - Schweinsty. Ansel Schmidt - Biggest Drama Queen. Margo Thompson - Most Blonde. Most likely to wind up in the Guinness Book Of World Records - Athena 'Amazon Class' Dreschel." *She laughed.* "I was right. This is fun."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=20:33, September 10, 2015 (UTC)~|Morgan=She'd smile and begin to laugh more, thinking of her own little awards to gift. "Most Embarrassing Moment - Rivers. I nearly died when she melted in front of Fuerst. Pair That Should Have Hooked Up, Reichert and Beilschmidt, because I'm not gonna lie, you could feel the sexual tension. Best Public Ass-Kicking Outside of Games: Scott, after the Rivers thing." She paused, and grinned. "What would my esteemed award be?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=20:44, September 10, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Most Embarrassing Moment goes to the Harriers and all their fans. Sorry, M." *She laughed not really sorry, not even a little.* "Fuerst can have Biggest flirt. Rivers and Scott obviously took Most likely to get married. Called it. Beilschmidt and Reichert are Best Double Act? Most Competitive - Lena Schmidt. I don't know about you though." *She stopped to think, quietly staring at Morgan.*}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=20:55, September 10, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She'd frown. "Hey! I was rooting for them!" she protested, "for Vilte. And honestly, they get the biggest fandom award. They drowned out the Americans' asses, it was a spectacle - the things with the shirts, and everything. There's nothing like it here, so I think we have to take our hats off to them there."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:19, September 13, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia stared at Morgan a moment longer before she smirked.* "No one was claiming you had any sense. You do play for the Wasps." *She pointed, and laughed putting up her hands in mock surrender.* "Alright. That's cute, M. The Harrier fans drowned out the Finch fans. Who won the match? Fitchburg didn't need a whole lot of #^$%^&@ noise to motivate them. They needed Miley #^$%^&@ Ranheart to play like a girl. She fought her way past an insufferable Heidelberg fandom all the way to the win." *She grinned.* "Hats off to that."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=13:26, September 13, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She poked out her tongue. "Am I insufferable, Gaia? Anyway, they still win that award, because their fandom was great."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:26, September 18, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia blinked slowly.* "No. I wouldn't call you insufferable. And yes, because I would call you something else." *She waved a hand in the air as if the words could be seen between Morgan and herself.* "Morgan Reese - Most annoying but loved." *She grinned wrinkling her nose chuckling a little.* "Is that better?"}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=18:36, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="A little bit. Even though a lot of people were more annoying than me, I'll take it for that last part." She shrugged. "Why not? If it means I'm loved, I'll take that."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:09, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia shook her head grinning slightly.* "Annoying but loved is a compliment from me, I'll have you know. I wasn't offering the last part to anyone else. Most people are just annoying. If not just annoying, they add #^$%^&@ stupid on to it."}}{{Lilly Mara|time=23:12, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=Morgan let out a chuckle. "How many people get that prestigious addition?" she joked with a wide grin.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:25, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Honestly?" *She tipped her head.* "A whole #$%% of a lot. A lot of people are idiots, but a small few of 'em are idiots that I actually love."}}{{Lilly Mara|time=23:27, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Aww. That's kinda cute."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:31, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="#^@% you!" *She laughed.* "I don't do cute. I call people cute, and I say things are cute. Sarcastically. That's all. Got it?"}}{{Lilly Mara|time=23:36, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She shook her head. "Nope. You are the cutest person I know, don't even deny it."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:45, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="I think..." *She slowly started to nod.* "I think I want to punch you in the throat."}}{{Lilly Mara|time=23:48, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Nah, you love me too much for that. So do Lucy and Desi." She winked with another burst of laughter.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:10, September 20, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="#^$%^&@ @$$#^&#!" *She laughed.* "If this is how you treat the people who love you I take it back. I TAKE IT BACK!"}}{{Lilly Mara|time=00:16, September 20, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="But you don't want to because you do love me really," she hummed with a nod and the odd sporadic chuckle. "You just don't want to admit how much you miss me,"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:30, September 20, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Shut up about it already." *She put a hand to her forehead, her cheeks burning.* "I only vandalized the locker room four or five times a week as 'my way' of venting because of you. #^@%! You know I miss you, everyone knows I miss you."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=00:42, September 20, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She never thought she'd see Gaia blushing, but tried to roll with it. "You know I'll never shut up. It's my job to be the annoying idiot you love really." Upon hearing that she smiled feeling very wanted, very included, and perhaps a little awful that she ever left. Until she was hugging Gaia again she didn't realise she was doing it. "I miss you, too."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:29, September 20, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="My attempt at heterosexuality was a fail the first time I saw you. I kid you not, Butterfingers. If you ever make me feel like that much of a girly-girl again I'll rip both your arms off, then beat you with them so I can tell you to stop hitting yourself while I do it." *She sighed, her arms around Morgan chuckling to herself in disbelief.* "People like you are the reason I keep $#^% like how I feel to myself. It's bad enough I have to deal with the fact that I said it, and you know it. You're rubbing it my face? You can't even humbly brag about it?"}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=10:47, September 20, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Me? Humble? Never." Now it was Morgan who was blushing at Gaia's first words, "Wait, did you --" She can barely believe it enough to let out those words, and internally, she's confused as to why she deserves this much luck - the fact that Gaia was letting the hug go on...}}
=The Leaky Cauldron=
*Gaia and Viola (2026)
{{Viola Sodworth|time=[[User:Fandomgirlforever|Fandomgirlforever]] ([[User talk:Fandomgirlforever|talk]]) 19:44, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Viola= She looked around the place as she walked in, it hadn't changed much since the last time she had been here, before her mother. She instantly spotted Gaia and walked across deciding to say hi "Hey Gaia" She slipped into a seat beside her}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:05, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia demolished the knot in her shoulder, and her eyes rolled back momentarily.* "Holy $#^%! V!? What are you doing out? In public? Not saying you're like a hermit, or maybe a werewolf because, c'mon. Werewolves are cool. But, seriously though. What's up?"}}
{{Viola Sodworth|time=[[User:Fandomgirlforever|Fandomgirlforever]] ([[User talk:Fandomgirlforever|talk]]) 23:09, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Viola= She laughed despite the sad feeling that had been there all day "Are you trying to say i'm not cool! I do leave my apartment every now and then!"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:18, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia chuckled raising her glass and taking another swig.* "Leaving your apartment doesn't make you cool, and staying in it doesn't make you uncool. Jokes aside, it's pretty good to see you off the pitch."}}
{{Viola Sodworth|time=[[User:Fandomgirlforever|Fandomgirlforever]] ([[User talk:Fandomgirlforever|talk]]) 23:20, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Viola= She smiled, ordering a drink, "I've been told i should actually socialize more" She paused looking around "You know i haven't been here since my last year in school?" }}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:28, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia shrugged socializing was overrated in her opinion, then again it usually lead to being behind bars when she did it.* "Since your last year, eh? That wasn't all that long ago right? Going on three or four years now? Give or take."}}
{{Viola Sodworth|time=[[User:Fandomgirlforever|Fandomgirlforever]] ([[User talk:Fandomgirlforever|talk]]) 23:32, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Viola= She nodded "Almost four years now i think, but considering we've been around here since the quidditch cup" She pointed out "I really should have come here before now"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:43, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="There's better places you could be. Like that French place?" *She tapped a few fingers on her forehead trying to remember the name.* "La Lune Bleue! I probably butchered that pronunciation. It's a pretty nice place, kind of stuffy, but still nice." *She shrugged.* "Have you been back to the Three Broomsticks yet?"}}
{{Viola Sodworth|time=[[User:Fandomgirlforever|Fandomgirlforever]] ([[User talk:Fandomgirlforever|talk]]) 23:49, September 19, 2015 (UTC)|Viola= She had to think a moment before she nodded "Yeah, i think i went there possibly during the world cup? I haven't been to La lune bleue though"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:36, September 20, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="You might want to check out it, it's not just a bar they have a whole restaurant too or something. I'm not really sure. I was escorted out before I got to see the whole place." *She shook her head violently.* "Wait. You sound so unsure right now, V. Do you mean you didn't ever end up at the Broomsticks when we were in school?"
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OOC: She said we because I think they are only a year apart with Gaia being the elder}}
{{Viola Sodworth|time=[[User:Fandomgirlforever|Fandomgirlforever]] ([[User talk:Fandomgirlforever|talk]]) 12:25, September 20, 2015 (UTC)|Viola= "Was that when you got yourself thrown in the holding cells?" She asked with a smile "That was pretty cool. I did go to the broomsticks when we were at school, i wasn't a complete hermit then"
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OOC:I think that's about right actually}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:19, September 21, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=It was that wolf-$^%@# who got aurors involved. It's not my fault she was chemically imbalanced." *She chuckled.* "Maybe you weren't a full-fledged member of hermits-are-we way back when. But, you sort of were, just a little bit hermity. A lot less than you are now. Obviously. You're #^$%^#@ famous!" *She grinned.*}}
{{Viola Sodworth|time=[[User:Fandomgirlforever|Fandomgirlforever]] ([[User talk:Fandomgirlforever|talk]]) 12:13, September 21, 2015 (UTC)|Viola= "Yeah i heard about the whole wolf thing"She laughed "Definitely more of a hermit now, But i'm trying to get out more, it just doesn't seem to happen often."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:50, September 22, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia shrugged with a smug smirk on her face.* "Might not be your best bet to 'get out' around me. Apparently I'm the very best at drawing somebody's ire. Even when I'm not really trying."}}
{{Viola Sodworth|time=[[User:Fandomgirlforever|Fandomgirlforever]] ([[User talk:Fandomgirlforever|talk]]) 21:06, September 22, 2015 (UTC)|Viola= She laughed "Why do you think i stick to myself so much? I'm hardly the best at being Nice to people" She pointed out "Besides, what's the point in going out if there's not a little bit of excitement?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:27, September 23, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="That's why I like you so much, V." *She laughed.* "I wasn't even talking about being nice. For the record. I'm always #^$%^#@ nice. Just not in the way people expect me to be. I'm a &@#% superhero."}}
{{Viola Sodworth|time=[[User:Fandomgirlforever|Fandomgirlforever]] ([[User talk:Fandomgirlforever|talk]]) 18:43, September 23, 2015 (UTC)|Viola= She took a drink of her drink as it arrived before laughing "You have to be a superhero to put up with some people" }}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:59, September 24, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="You need to be a little bit of something to put up with everyone."}}
{{Viola Sodworth|time=[[User:Fandomgirlforever|Fandomgirlforever]] ([[User talk:Fandomgirlforever|talk]]) 17:05, September 24, 2015 (UTC)|Viola= She laughed "That's true" She agreed}}
=Hong Kong Restaurant=
*Gaia and Morgan (2026)
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:03, October 3, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia was seated quite comfortably, waiting rather patiently the thought of her inner voice flipping off her gut feeling making her smirk. She looked about as sassy/angry as she usually does. Fairly even-tempered despite recent events.*}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=14:20, October 3, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=Morgan popped her head around the door, and flashed a grin when she saw the person she wanted to see. "Aloha," she said with a small giggle, sliding into the seat alongside her.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=21:12, October 3, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia's smirk shifted from one side of her face to the other when she saw Morgan grin.* "Ahoy hoy." *She glanced at her curiously giving her a nudge from under the table as they were sat alongside one another.* "Aloha? How many languages do you speak?"}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=16:29, October 7, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Not many, I just like 'Aloha'," She laughed at her own explanation and shrugged. "What about you, though? Do you know any others?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=04:10, October 11, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Yeah, duh. English. Obviously." *She smirked.* "Welsh, and I wouldn't say I know it, but I can understand a little bit of Spanish. I'm working on learning more. ... Sort of, but not really."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=11:12, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=Morgan was completely unable to suppress her chuckle at the first two statements. "I had to learn several to go to Durmstrang, so I'm a little bit of a linguist. I have to say I've completely forgotten Finnish."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:28, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Yeah? I would've thought you only had to know how to speak German, or Norwegian? Finnish makes a little more sense now that I think about it. I was going to ask you why you'd know it at all." *She chuckled confusedly.* "Why did you know Finnish?"}}{{Lilly Mara|time=11:34, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She shrugged, laughing. "Finnish was an elective and I was too lazy for the other stuff. I do speak German fluently, though, and Norwegian. Mostly because of Vilte."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:38, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="They have Language classes?" *She raised a brow, an inquisitive grin plastered on her face.* "Speaking of. When did you met Vilte? I know you said in school, but..."}}{{Lilly Mara|time=11:43, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="First year, on the boat. I hope she's doing great back home in Lithuania, though." She grinned. "Who was your best friend in school, considering you missed out on me back then? You might have hated me though for the Seeking."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:48, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia nodded for Vilte's sake, and rolled her eyes at the best friend statement.* "You know who my best friends are. I keep them close to me. For now, and forever." *She laughed.* "I didn't really have a 'best friend'. To tell you the truth. I was kind of a loner, plus I had childhood friends. You know? I didn't focus on making friends in school."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=11:52, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="I get the 'best friend' title, I feel like that was a giant mental trophy for me." Morgan stifled yet another laugh as she took a drink from the glass of Coca-Cola she'd noticed beside her. "I couldn't see you ever playing Chaser, but you did."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:00, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Best friends are kind of overrated. I mean, well, maybe they aren't. I thought they were when I was younger, I guess I'm more mature than I thought I was." *She chuckled nodding a tad bashfully.* "Yeah, I played Chaser. I still regret it, but it was for a good cause. Now I can say I'm versatile." *She winked.*}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=12:05, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Best friends? Overrated?" She managed to swallow before spluttering the words out. "Versatile? I could never say that about Seeker. I genuinely sucked."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:09, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="People suck. ... Most people do. Not all of them." *She laughed realizing late that she might need to exclude present company.* "Yeah you can. You were one, I think you kind of have to. Else that makes you a hypocrite. You don't want to be a hypocrite. Do you M? Do you?"}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=12:12, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She didn't want to be a hypocrite. "Fine, I'll count it too," she decides, "although I'd rather forget that ever happened."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:17, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Why?" *She had a playful smile on her face, it was not fading soon with Morgan in sight.* "I think it just makes you look like a more valuable teammate. If I could play a different position for the Harpies, I would. It'd be stupid for me to play anything but chaser, I learned that the hard way. Still. I would switch if the team needed it."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=12:22, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="If you wanted to learn Beating I could facilitate that. I couldn't teach you anything about Seeker, you'd need to ask V." Morgan thinks about the Harpies and how great it was to be back, mostly how great it was to be playing with Gaia. However much she missed Lena, she definitely admired the Schmidt/Fleming duo and felt she could learn a thing or two.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:30, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="It's not that I want to learn. Not that it wouldn't a whole lot of fun I could get into on my own time. I think we all should learn. Each one of us should learn to play every position. I'm don't mean we all need to be the best at everything. I mean some basic knowledge. It could be good for the team. Who knows? Some of us might have strengths we didn't even know about."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=12:35, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=A thoughtful nod succeeded Gaia's words. "That's a great idea. That way we wouldn't have to worry so much about unexpected events."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:39, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="It almost makes having a reserve team useless, but not really. If you think about it. Maybe I'm overthinking it. Seemed like a good idea in my head, I probably should've let it cook a while longer."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=12:44, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="It's the kind of thing you're wary of when you're a reserve player," she muses, although she had never really been experienced with that having been scouted for the Harpies very young. "It is a good idea, I wouldn't be opposed to trying."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:47, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Realistically it would have to be something that's done off season. So people don't end up straining themselves. I guess." *She shrugged.* "It should done for fun, not so much for competition. Although that would be the benefit of it." *She chuckled.* "Great. Now I want to play."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=12:53, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="There's the international break," she pointed out, "you need to keep yourself up to speed during that time anyway. We can play anytime, just let me know. It doesn't matter if we don't have a game, we can just have fun practising with the other, even if we might not be great."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:57, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="I'm great at everything." *She stuck out her tongue.* "Good to know. I get bored easily, and I can't exactly get out there and play keeper by myself. That's not entirely true. I did rig up a little something to toss quaffles at me, but it isn't the same. And I don't play on teaching myself to be a Beater..." *She started to mumble.* "or Seeker... should I ever feel the need to learn."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=13:10, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="I thought you said you didn't need to be great at everything." Morgan pointed out. "I might learn a thing or two about Chaser, I hope, I might ask V for a bit of help considering I can kind of do Seeker."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=13:14, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Yeah. I did." *She nodded.* "I meant you, and other people. As I said. I'm great at everything." *She grinned.* "You should do that. Last I checked V said she was trying to 'get out more'. We could help her with that."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=13:20, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=She began to laugh, this was typical Gaia. "Mmkay, we'll see," she said through her giggles.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=14:00, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Mmmhmmm." *She nodded.* "About helping V get out more. She might not have been serious about it. Don't want to push that one."}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=14:10, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="If she wasn't serious, we'll know. Doesn't hurt to try, just in case." She shrugs not seeing the point at not even trying.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=14:23, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="I can't have her lashing out at me. I'm all for her doing it to other people so I can watch." *She grinned.* "You're right though. It doesn't hurt to try. More so if she really is willing. What do you think she'd be up for? Going out with the girls like we used to?"}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=14:29, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="We should always go out with the girls like we used to," Morgan pointed out, "a team dynamic is never a bad thing. Honestly, it'd be like bringing the new girls in properly."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=14:39, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia frowned still not able to get the 'Morgan grin' off her face properly quiet yet.* "I don't know that I want to. It's a good idea, and it really is a must. Team dynamic, and all." *She hesitated, her eyes narrowing.* "It won't be same. I guess. I guess it could be better with the new girls. Right?"}}{{Lilly Mara|time=14:42, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="I know how you feel about new girls. I mean, I miss Lena a lot. I hope she missed me. But eventually, it could be better, aye? Niele Rivers-Scott is just insane, so we can sort of ignore that game against Pee-You." She'd felt quite outmatched in that game, to be fair, she was picking herself up after an awful Wasps season.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=15:02, October 31, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia titled her head almost trying to drop those statements out of her brain.* "Niele is a baby, she's a child... I think. Is the trace even off her yet? How is she even playing pro?" *She didn't want to go off, she did but she was trying not to, she did have a theory of how and why.* "I really wonder if anyone misses anyone. I kind of hope some people are heartless. Some people." *She grinned.* "Don't miss me. Play the game and play it well. You can talk to me anytime. I do more swearing on the pitch than much else anyways."}}
|-|2027-2028=
=The Rookery - the Rookou-Greengrass residence=
*Gaia and Minister Rookwood (2027)
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:28, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia gave a sharp knock on the door tossing her head back as she began slipping her sunglasses off. Tucking them safely into her pocket she grinned admiring the architecture.*}}
{{Hebath WB|time=10:35, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|text= *The door creaks back a fraction, and two reddened eyes regard the new arrival. Hebath has learned, by experience, that Master Draco is - somewhat indiscriminate in his choice of guests, and nothing and no one can be safely dismissed, or chased off the premises.* "*Yes, Madam. How may I serve?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:39, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia's grin did not falter despite the small amount of space in which she is able to see those two reddened eyes staring back at her. An eyebrow quirks, and she tilts her head.* "I'm... looking for the Master of the house."}}
{{Hebath WB|time=10:52, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|text= "Master Draco is, to the best of my knowledge, within. Whom shall I say is calling?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:55, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="The names is Ellis." *She gave a stiff nod.* "Gaia Ellis."}}
{{Hebath WB|time=11:00, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|text= *The door finally opens fully, revealing the main staircase in all its grandiose splendour.* "Please enter, Madam Ellis, and if you would be so good as to await here, I shall inform t- Master Draco." *He Disapparates.*}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:05, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia steps inside her eyes fixed on the staircase. She chuckles to herself as the elf has disapparated before she was able to voice her next few words, and they slip out of her as incoherent mumbling.* "..."}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=11:14, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|text= *Draco strolls in, smiling unlike his servant.* "Sorry, ever since I lost my secretary I seem to be letting all sorts of things slide. Did we have an appointment?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:18, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia spun on her heel, and turned to greet the Master.* "No. Not necessarily. We do now thought. I'm sure the ... your servant told you already. My name is Gaia Ellis." *She extends a hand in his direction.* "I wanted to speak with you about the property."}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=11:36, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|text= "Well, please, do [[The_Rookery_-_the_Rookou-Greengrass_residence/Arcturus'_lab-study/Ground_Floor#Billiards_Room|come through]]. The least we can do is be comfortable while we chat. I'm afraid I didn't really catch the name properly. Elland, was it?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:40, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Keep the Ell, drop the and, add an is. Then we're back on track." *She followed his lead her eyes lingering here and there on certain aspects of the interior.*}}
-Arcturus' lab-study-
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:42, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Ellis. Gaia Ellis. And I would prefer it if you call me Gaia." *She grinned mustering as much charm as she would for a fan were one present.*}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=12:45, December 7, 2015 (UTC)|text= *Musingly* "Gaia Ellis? The name rings a vague, sporting bell." *Fingers are steepled and a deep breath taken.* "Ah, yes, of course - Holyhead Harpies Keeper for ... the last three and a half seasons, I believe and a recent visitor to the Ministry's holding facility. What can I do for you?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:32, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="Power move. Nice. So you are vaguely familiar with me, and my name? Although my trip to the facility wasn't as recent as I like bragging about." *She cracked a smile gesturing to the steepled finger pyramid, and a look of mischief twinkled in her eyes shortly before she broke eye contact.* "As I mentioned before I wanted to speak with you about this property you have here. Have you any idea how old it is?"}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=03:06, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *The twist to the lips is surprised, admiring and yet somehow drained of mirth ... or perhaps that's just the man.* "Iz!" *As the spirit trundles through the wall, which takes all 750 ectoplasmic pounds of him some time, and even more to come to a full halt.* "Ehia ou mau makahiki, hānau mua?"}}
{{Izwas|time=03:06, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *He shrugs, a saga's worth of body language storytelling in itself.* "Ekahi-Iki, you know it don't work like dat. Tutu found me, dat's how dis begin."}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=03:06, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= "So, how old is the house?"}}
{{Izwas|time=03:06, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *Apparently forgetting his incorporeal state, or mistaking one generation for another, he attempts to slap Draco on the arm, passing through and almost overbalancing.* "Brah, what you got to ask me dat for? You know I don' know. Tutu thought it deserved aloha `âina, an' wasn't nothin' more `aumâkua shared, so he stopped diggin', an' that was fo' real, so maybe you should too, huh?"}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=03:06, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *Turning to Gaia.* "You see what I'm up again- Oh, where are my manners? Gaia Ellis, Izwas, my father's - spiritual companion. Iz, Ms. Ellis, Holyhead Harpies Keeper.*}}
{{Izwas|time=03:06, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *The corpulent spirit bows low and gracefully over a hand he can't grasp.* "Wahine nohea, always a pleasure, despite Ekahi-Iki's brushin' the niceties aside. What was it you needed?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=03:17, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia's facial expression shifts between confused and amused a number of times before she has been addressed again, and her features settle.* "I have an interest in the property. Not a personal one in spite of how much I do happen to like looking at it. If it isn't being lived in on a day to day basis I'm curious as to whether or not it could be used for another function. In short, I'd like to see it open to the children of Lil' Bundles. The orphans and the daycare children alike."}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=04:02, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= "It's an intriguing idea, certainly-"}}
{{Izwas|time=04:02, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *Cutting across him.* "Brah, you know your makua need time, Ekahi-Ihi, 'specially wi' sumtin' this big. Jus' bring him in, like they say, on the ground floor, you know, make him feel like part o' things from the start."}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=04:02, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *He gives a uni-shrug, and says, quite softly,* "Father."}}
{{Archie|time=04:02, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *Archie saunters through the door to the library, not opening it of course, and says, somewhat petulantly.* "Yes, what was it? I- *Spots the visitor.* Oh. So, *Audible mental gear change* how can I help, Draco?"}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=04:02, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= "Father, this is Ms. Ellis, and she has a suggestion I thought you should hear. Please, *to Gaia* bring him up to speed."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=04:23, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia fluctuated through another slew of facial movements as the new spirit was introduced, and she put the pieces together.* "Gaia ... sir." *She struggled momentarily uncertain of how she should address the younger and yet somehow elder spirit.* "I've been admiring your property from a distance for quite sometimes. Although I don't have any children of my own I wondered if you would be interested in opening the space, as much of it as you see fit, to the children of Lil Bundles. Not that the current space in unlivable, from what I've seen The Rookery has ample space that could benefit from fresh blood. So to speak."}}{{Archie|time=10:34, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *There is a crack of laughter, clearly an unaccustomed exercise, from the rather pallid young man with the physicality shortfall.* "Seeing that every single one of my, or rather our, pureblood forebears would adopt an ongoing burial rotation posture at the mere idea, I can see merit in it already. Tell me more."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:48, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia grinned slightly appreciating the laughter* "There are no shortage of children in the world. I doubt every adults wants one, or more, and I really don't think that every woman is interested in ... giving them life. Either way. This is a charitable endeavor that I would like to be a part of if of course I can secure a genuine interest on both sides. I haven't spoken with anyone at Lil' Bundles I didn't see it worth getting anyone else's hopes up if I approached you only for you to choose to decline involvement." *She gave a minuscule shrug.*}}
{{Archie|time=16:13, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *To Draco.* "Did you have any particular plans for this pile of bricks?"}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=16:13, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= "Well when you put it like that, and considering my other obligations ... no, not really. I always assumed Caecey or Ciaran might pop back up and show an interest, truth be known."}}
{{Archie|time=16:13, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= "Well then?"}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=16:13, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= "As you said, the idea has a certain piquancy and merit. It would, however, be wise to hear more before making a commitment - a Rookou's word being his bond, and all that."}}
{{Archie|time=16:13, December 8, 2015 (UTC)|text= *Flustered* "Where did you - ? Oh, gods, you've been reading Grandpa's diaries, haven't you, the ones from the Order? What did I ... *He deflates at the surprisingly similar grins on Iz and Draco's faces* There will be paybaCK, I promise. *Turning back to their guest, and torquing a smile into place.* "Miss Ellis, Gaia, it seems my son and my - afterlife companion are in agreement that we should give your suggestion detailed consideration. From my own, admittedly patchy, recollection of the extent of the grounds, so long as we don't go into three figures in terms of the number of residents, it should be - viable. What sort of timeframe did you have in mind?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:15, December 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia="To be honest with you. I haven't got one. Between time spent on the pitch, and time off I'm hard pressed to give you a firm schedule. However, I'm willing to work with you to your specifications for the long haul. From start to finish. This is such a ... historic looking location. And from what I've gathered an old school pureblood domicile. It couldn't possibly be prepared to welcome 'the rest'. Children of all makes and models. It would be best to start with where you... you all would prefer to grant access and where you think access should be limited. Safety first, of course."}}
{{Izwas|time=08:54, December 9, 2015 (UTC)|text= *The roar of mirth from the big man has dust cascading from the light-shade on the ceiling.* "Wahine onaona, you really didn't look at this family much, huh, before you struck by your idea? Ekahi-nani, all we gotta do is, what was that word, brah? Oh, yeah 'repolarise' a couple o' spells and everybody wi' magic in them be as safe here as can be. There are some serious wards in this place, wahine, so all it takes it to get 'em workin' for us, you dig?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:33, December 9, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia looked up at the dust falling from the ceiling then back at the big man shaking her head.* "No I did not. I like flying blind. It's infinitely more dangerous, but it's the #&%% of a lot more fun." *She grinned then her brow furrowed slightly.* "You're making it sound like it'll be easy task. I'm not all that clear on what it is you mean by 'repolarise'? That's gibberish to me, but if it's something that can be done then I like it. You said something else though? Everybody with magic. What about those without magic? Is there a way that they could be safe here too?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:08, December 10, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia appreciated the broken down, dumbed-down phrasing.* "I'll bet. Pretty sure no one that's lived here was thinking about muggles being indoors without a very specific reason. Let alone muggle children. I don't know that there are muggles at Lil' Bundles. It's a home for orphans while the rest are temporaries, kids put in daycare by their parents. Stands to reason trying to find a way to protection them as well would be a precaution that should be taken. I could speak to owners who run the place, find out whether or not they know if any of the children come from muggle families."}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=04:09, December 10, 2015 (UTC)|text= "Muggle-borns shouldn't have any problem, it would only be pure, so to speak, Muggles. In fact ... Father, didn't you say you still had the Vernet experiment samples?"}}
{{Archie|time=04:09, December 10, 2015 (UTC)|text= "What are you bli- .. Oooh. *The cartoon lightbulb is practically visible.* Yes, I suppose. Just a sec. *He walks in a straight line through Draco and the wall behind him, returning moments later.* "Here we go. *At Iz's placid expression of puzzlement.* Don't you remember? I told you, oh, only about eight times. When Mater insisted we take in Paris and Père Lachaise, I bribed one of the House Elves to 'whisk away' a small sample of bone material from the real tomb of Antoine Charles Horace Vernet, for comparison with the Conan Doyle 'essence' great-grandfather had left in the lab. I was working to see if the two bore any identical markers, and if the talent ascribed to Sherlock Holmes, as Doyle's proxy, could be put down to misplaced magic rather than a truly Muggle gift for logic. *Iz's interest is not discernibly piqued, nor his memory stirred.* Anyway, *turning back to Gaia* what my occasionally undisappointing offspring has stumbled on is that we could use *He reveals a small test tube laying in his left palm* this to, as it were, screen for magic compatibility. It's a harmless potion, but causes, when imbibed, a temporary blotching on the face on those without any thaumic genetic markers in their make-up. It would tell us who might be at risk if they came here."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:26, December 10, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia acknowledges Draco first.* "There are orphans involved. I did mean muggle children from pure muggle families. Thanks for the clarification though." *She a sharp turn of the head in Arcturus direction with a hint of a grin. She is highly intrigued by this mixture of science and magic although she does not fully understand it.* "And some people think potions are useless. Your weird thing ... what was it you said again? ... genetic marker test?" *She knows that's close enough, but fails to remember that T-word circling the letters that would spell out thermos in her mind.* "It seems like it could met with more success than asking around would. I feel like I might regret asking this. Do you know that it'll work? If it tells us who 'might' be at risk. There might be a chance that it won't. Or is that @$$ backwards and not logical?"}}
{{Archie|time=10:40, December 10, 2015 (UTC)|text= *Visibly flustered by being smiled at by an attractive young woman.* "Well, it's - that is to say ... What was the - oh, right. *hm-hm* The genetic marker. It's basically an inversion, arguably a perversion, of everything this family has worked for for a dozen generations and more, which is a huge selling point in and of itself. We *he wafts a hand in Draco's direction* come from a line for whom wizarding pure-blood supremacy is not a concept but the cornerstone of reality. Anything else can, and indeed should, be dismissed. Looking for ways to make this 'reality' more widespread, our ancestors have, in fact, amassed what I believe to be an unrivalled library and body of research into the exact nature of magic use in humans, and how it may be transmitted or, from their standpoint, stolen. They have in pursuit of their ideals even contaminated themselves by contact with Muggle processes, such as science, in order to understand the phenomenon from as many angles as possible. The upshot is, using a mixture of potioneering and biology, my grandfather isolated a DNA sequence which, he believed, exists in all humans capable of any degree of magic wielding, or even with the latent potential for such. When I was looking into the "Art in the blood" question I found a way to use his research to concoct the potion in here. *He gives the test tube a little shake.* Does that clear things up?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:55, December 10, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia's attention is recaptured, lost, and found once again. Her comprehension has been tested, but she is pleased to not feel entirely out of her depth.* "I was only a little foggy at the start," *She bobbles her head.* "I'd say we're crystal clear now. Using words like experiment, and might didn't really give me a lot of confidence. I wanted to be sure you knew it would work. The only way to do that. Is to ask." *She give a bit of shrug.* "I'm impressed. Not that I needed to mention that. It would have to be possible to figure out the good from the bad, and I mean that in terms of DNA sequences. I never thought anyone had gone looking, let alone actually found something."}}
{{Rookwood WB|time=12:42, December 10, 2015 (UTC)|text= *With a careful monotone.* "What Father is modestly failing to mention is that he, as an adult, was 85% of the way to breeding a Chizpurfle which would have drained all magic from Muggle-Born or Half-Blood wand users, albeit on the back of his Grandpa's research."}}
{{Archie|time=12:42, December 10, 2015 (UTC)|text= *Rounding on Draco with a feral and distressed snarl.* "That wasn't me, OK? How many times ...? *He takes three deep, deliberate breaths, then addresses himself to their guest.* "I'm sorry, there are, as I'm sure you can tell, some lingering - issues to our dynamic, and since I have a Swiss cheese memory when it comes to the life of Arcturus Rookou after age sixteen, I tend to overreact when blindsided by ... unwelcome revelations. As Draco says, it appears Arcturus continued the family theme and came distressingly close to success. Now, however, we can hopefully put all their endeavours to far more positive use."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:36, December 11, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia raises a brow, and just barely smirks as she addresses them all simultaneously.* "I'm not entirely surprised to hear about ... the previous incarnation? All those darker, more scandalous, things that were done before now. This being a Pureblood family and all. Maybe I'm exercising benefit of the doubt or something a lot like it. What I don't know too much about can't hurt. If the past is truly in the past we can leave it right were it was. Unmentioned. Unless there something I should be suspicious about?"}}
=Jamie's Bar and Grill=
*Gaia and Morgan (2027)
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:19, December 13, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia sat on one of the plush couches by the bar drinking a non-alcoholic ginger beer. She pushed on the soft skin behind her ear along her jaw bone make a sharp crack, and grinned at the sound less tension in her still fairly sore neck.*}}{{Lilly Mara|time=13:18, December 13, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=It had been a while since her encounter with Viola, and she'd taken the Floo back to Holyhead in that time, and back, to drop everything she'd got at the shop. Something made her fancy the idea of waltzing in here; maybe it was the drinks, she wasn't completely sure. Seeing Gaia, she immediately headed over (something she shouldn't have done if she didn't want to blush like crazy, so she hoped the lighting would cover that) and grinned. "Seems like you can't get rid of me," she comments, swinging her legs over the armrest and on to the couch.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:42, December 14, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia shot her a sideways glance setting down her drink.* "Like I'd ever want to get rid of you, M." *She turned towards Morgan, and took hold of her legs by the back of the knee pulling the younger woman in closer.* "You're not someone I'm willing to let go of. I think I like you right where you are." *She stared intensely into Morgan's eyes smirking mischievously.*}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=20:32, December 15, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan=Morgan tries her best to ignore the blush, but lets out a small giggle as she slides off the armrest and onto the couch next to Gaia. "I suppose I am pretty great," she teases, hoping the amount of blush on her cheeks was staying the same if not decreasing. "I would say that's cute but don't worry, I'll come up with something else."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time= 11:16, December 16, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia = "You're disturbingly pretty." *She confirms grinning as she reaches for her drink.* "And I do think you're great. I'm being insanely cheesy right now, and you absolutely love it. You've got to think of something other than cute for how convincingly flirtatious I can be. Don't forget to tell me what it is." *She laughed taking a few sips, and moving over barely enough so that she an Morgan owned this couch .* "Did you want a drink?"}}
{{Lilly Mara|time=21:07, December 17, 2015 (UTC)|Morgan="Aw, now that's kinda cute of you," Morgan teased briefly but the lopsided grin on her face showed she was only half joking. At Gaia's move to let them dominate the count the sides of her lips perked up just a little more. "Yeah, I don't think a drink would be so bad. Not that I could get you to drink with me."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=16:57, December 19, 2015 (UTC)|Gaia =*Gaia's face fell flat a short moment, and she stared forward blankly.* "You were supposed to say something other than cute." *Grinning slightly she turned to Morgan again with a raised brow.* "As tempting as it would be to drink with you. You're absolutely right. You can't get me to. So? Tell me what I can get for you?"}}
=Ilkley Moor=
*Gaia and Sian (2028)
{{JayeMalik'|time=16:03, April 20, 2016 (UTC)|Sian= She's decided to come over to the stadium and get familiarized with the place where all of her next matches and practices would be taking place. That, and she's got her first practice with the Harpies in a few hours, so better to be early - no matter how early - than late. Already up in the sky on her broom, Sian looked over the stadium. It was definitely big, and it made her eager for the matches to come. At least half the people that could fill the space, she hoped, would egg the Harpies on.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=20:34, April 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia stepped onto the pitch with her broom locked in place over her shoulders. Her arms were hooked over the well polished handle as she gazed upwards slowly, her eyes on the brunette skyward. She smirked trying to determine whether to heckle her or to admire her. With Gaia anything she said was usually a little bit of both. She unhitched her broom from her left arm catching in her right. She mounted it, and kicked off calling out. "Mind a little company?"}}
{{JayeMalik'|time=21:27, April 20, 2016 (UTC)|Sian= Turning her head to see who was approaching her, a smirk curled her lips upwards. She recognized the woman from the Harpies' roster the year prior, and the few before that all the way down to the World Cup, so she could only assume she was in the Harpies this year as well. "It's fine," she called back, before her attention returned to the stadium beneath them.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=21:41, April 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia continued to fly upwards, and settle nearby balancing precariously on the handle of her broom as she slowed to a stop. She stared at the newcomer trying to find something familiar about her, she came to the conclusion she may have never met this woman before which in all honestly never stopped her from making conversation be it positive or negative.* "Have you played at Ilkley before?"}}
{{JayeMalik'|time=21:03, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Sian= "Non," Sian shook her head, gaze poised in the box where the announcers would be at during the match. Despite never really looking into it, she'd always wondered who were the announcers. Could it be an ex-professional quidditch player? Could it be the head of the british Department of Magical Sports and Games? Who knew. "I was a part of the French league until recently, and it was based in one of the stadiums around France - the one in Lyon."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=21:24, April 24, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia took another quiet moment to reflect. Barelling through the information stored in her mind under quiditch. She ran down the list of favorite players, then favorite beaters.* "Were you with the Quafflepunchers?" *There was a questioning tone to her voice despite the fact that she was sure she had finally placed Sian extremely recognizable face.* "I've only heard of that fancy stadium, the one that's supposed to look like the Palace of Versailles. How does ours compare?"}}
{{JayeMalik'|time=22:52, April 24, 2016 (UTC)|Sian= "I was indeed," Sian confirms, cracking a slight smile at the mention of her former team. No matter how many transfers she did later on, no matter how teams she played for, the Quafflepunchers will forever be a soft spot for her. They were her family for God knows how many years. "...it's definitely bigger, and is able to hold a bigger crowd, that's for sure. I... can't say much yet, given this is the second time I've been in this stadium, in all honesty."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:50, April 24, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="That's fair. Would've been better if I'd have asked you when it was your first time here. At least now I'll have the chance to ask you after the first game." *A fat eager smirk pulled at her lips betraying her attempt at playing it cool.* "I'm looking forward to seeing how you do as part of the team. That isn't a knock at your skills. The Harpies haven't had as tight a team as we did for the World Cup. I'd like for us girls to be able get back into prime fighting shape in record time."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=02:07, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="I don't believe in giving anyone any slack. Not where competition is concerned. A lot of practice might work for those other teams who can't tell their @$$#$ from their elbows. For us it's probably going to take a little more than that. I used to think of the Harpies as my sisters. With so many changes it gets harder to rebuild that sort of relationship."}}
|-|2028-2029=
=Quality Quidditch Supplies=
*Gaia and Morgan (2028)
{{MorganReese|time=19:10, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=It would take her a while to get used to Diagon Alley again, but Morgan automatically felt at home in Quality Quidditch supplies; whether it was the minifigures, the tees or the brooms - no. Of course she made a beeline for the bats section (the Beaters' bats, not the Ballycastle Bats, ew) and began searching for the one she'd preferred since the World Cup.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:15, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia barged into the shop with a bag full of busted brooms slung over her shoulder. She may or may not have broken them herself, but nevertheless she planned on giving whomever was behind the counter an earful about shoddy workmanship, then promptly purchasing a dozen or so more of the same brand.*}}
{{MorganReese|time=19:24, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=Having not noticed her Harpies teammate, as anyone who knew her would know just due to the lack of pink cheeks, Morgan continued to look prior to the outbreak of the aforementioned argument. There were a few things that added up to confirming it was Gaia - the voice, the repetitive swearing, and a feeling she couldn't quite place. So, she picked up two of her final choice and headed to the counter to give Gaia Ellis the surprise of her life.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:33, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia gave it rest, the number of expletives she managed to string together in one sentence impressively surpassing the harshest tirade she has ever given an opponent on the pitch. Pausing momentarily to run her middle finger upwards along the bridge of her nose. She inhaled sharply, and exhaled slowly placing her order for the requisite number of brooms she would most likely snap like twigs, and be back to rage about in a month or maybe two.*}}
{{MorganReese|time=19:36, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=She did it slowly, in order to listen to the impressive display of fireworks coming out of Gaia's mouth and the attendant's expression, leaving Morgan to stifle a laugh so she couldn't ruin what she'd already started before drawing level. "You might want to slow down on all that swearing, you'll run out of swears to use eventually," she remarked casually, "Not that I've ever seen it happen, it would be impressive."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:45, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia's back stiffened as her spine straightened. The sound of Morgan's voice sending into an entirely different frame of mind. She stood tall whirling around slowly on one heel. Her head immediately tilting to the right, and a smirk settling on her face as she took in the sight of her favorite person.* "My, my, my. If isn't über gorgeous M. How are you even standing? Aren't your legs tired from running through my mind all day?"}}
{{MorganReese|time=20:00, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=Morgan immediately began to feel short, and the cheeks did indeed go pink at the sight of the person she hadn't seen in a while. "It's good to know you were thinking of me," she chuckled a little, "but I could honestly ask the same of you. You've definitely been running through my mind all day - and here you are, expletives and all,"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=20:10, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia laughed, cracking a genuine smile as she bragged.* "There's a lot of power in these legs. I could run through your mind for days, and still hold tight on my broom when I need to." *She quickly reached out to grab Morgan, and throw her both arms around her.* "I wouldn't be me if I didn't throw a hand full of curse words around like confetti."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=20:30, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia had no intentions of let go, emotionally or physically. QQS was not really the place for teammates holding a flame for one another to continue exploring the depths of attraction. She let go of Morgan pulling away slowly.* "We should do that. Buy some chocolate coins, and chuck 'em at people. Maybe not full force though. Everybody loves chocolate. That way no one can be mad, and it technically won't be considered assault with a delectable sweet."}}
{{MorganReese|time=20:35, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=Morgan was almost upset when Gaia pulled away, and the increasing of her cheeks' colour was easy to see, although she would pass it up as cold to anyone who didn't know her. "Let's do that," she nodded, smiling at the idea of possibly doing slightly stupid things with Gaia. "Everyone who's sane loves chocolate anyway. We might find a couple oddballs,"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=20:45, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="There'll always be the diehard fans who love us no matter what we do. Like the wallgof who literally wanted me to punch him in the face." *She stopped to laugh.* "Maybe the film on the coins could be green and gold? Oh! Maybe we can get some special candies made in the shape of a talon? If we could do that for each team in the league we could call it a publicity stunt."}}
{{MorganReese|time=20:58, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=Of the guy who wanted her to punch him, Morgan smiled. "I can't say I blame him. As for that publicity stunt I'm down whenever you want to try that."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=21:08, April 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="People are insane, but I can't resist those loyal fans." *She shrugged, a grin crossing her face as she watched Morgan smile.* "I have to get my hands on the candy first. We could stock up at Honeydukes for a trial run when we're done here?"}}
{{MorganReese|time=09:27, April 23, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="Me, neither." Gaia's grin only widened Morgan's, as she nodded in agreement. "For sure." The crazier it sounded, the better it was; that was a thing Morgan herself was just now beginning to accept. "And then coffee, or something else. If there's one thing I've learned, the best way to catch up is over drinks."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:55, April 23, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Yes. Yes to all of that. "}}
{{MorganReese|time=12:05, April 23, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="I was counting on you saying that," Morgan chuckled, "Considering how much you love me, and all that."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:42, April 24, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia shook her head, and rolled her eyes.* "I only said yes because I know the feeling is mutual, Sweet cheeks."}}
{{MorganReese|time=08:07, April 24, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="Well, you'd be right," she chuckled, really wanting to shield her cheeks because of all that damned blushing was getting super annoying - why did she have to be the kind of person who blushed easily? "As usual."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:24, April 24, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="It's cute when you do it." *She smiled tossing some of her hair away from her face.* "You don't have to tell me I'm right. I know it." *She leaned in close to whisper in Morgan's ear.* "And that color you're turning says it loud enough."}}
{{MorganReese|time=12:01, April 24, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=Morgan immediately went even further towards scarlet at Gaia's whispering. "I would quieten it if I could, but I...don't think I can."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=21:07, April 24, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia put on a convincing confused face, She pulled back from Morgan with a furrowed her brow, and started questioningly at her.* "I don't remember saying you should?"}}
{{MorganReese|time=20:52, April 28, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="Yeah, I don't remember you saying that either," She closes the space between them, tiptoes, and quickly puts her lips to Gaia's while she had the courage to initiate.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:16, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia, left speechless by the bold move, slips both arms around Morgan. One at the waist while the other cradles her neck drawing them even closer to one another as she returns Morgan's kiss.*}}
{{MorganReese|time=09:35, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="Never thought you'd be speechless," Morgan chuckled a little not wanting to draw back although this did make her words muffled, wrapping her arms around Gaia too.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:46, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Kissing you, and talking to you while I do it defeats the purpose." *Her words sounded like mumbles seeing as her lips were still pressed against Morgan's.* "But if I had to choose..."}}
{{MorganReese|time=09:49, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="I guess it does," she giggles, "It wouldn't be surprise or anything now would it?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:57, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia stops herself mid kiss.* "It shouldn't surprise anyone. Except maybe the deaf, the blind, and the dumb."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:57, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia stops herself mid kiss.* "It shouldn't surprise anyone. Except maybe the deaf, the blind, and the dumb."}}
{{MorganReese|time=10:09, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="That's true," She grins as she very reluctantly pulls back. "I mean, I probably should have asked you to date me before that but the answer is kind of obvious, at least I think so."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:14, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="It's always been obvious." *She laughed loosening her hold.* "You wouldn't have to ask me. What's the difference between what we do when we're together and going on a 'date'?"}}
{{MorganReese|time=10:21, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="There probably isn't a difference," she laughed along, "so that question was kind of answered the whole time, and there I was being conscious about how to ask it."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:32, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="If it made a difference in the way we feel about each other I would have asked you a long time ago." *She paused, a brow rising as her smirk morphed into a smile.* "Should I ask you now?"}}
{{MorganReese|time=10:38, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=She smiles a little bit. "Sure you can. I'm interested in how you phrase it,"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:45, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="M. It's a really simple yes or no question. Do you want to go out with me?"}}
{{MorganReese|time=10:50, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=She chuckled. "Yes. Duh. That was right to the point, I expected that."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:55, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="I don't know how else I'd go about asking a question I already knew the answer to."}}
{{MorganReese|time=11:05, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="You could have gone on a nostalgic ramble about how hilariously obvious I was,"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:12, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="I won't embarrass you by talking about your pink cheeks when I think it's adorable."}}
{{MorganReese|time=11:16, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="I wouldn't mind," Morgan's cheeks are showing no sign of getting any lighter, but at this point she doesn't care anymore. "What will everyone with the 'Marry Me' signs think? They're going to hate me. But as long as you love me I'm okay with being hated by crazy fans."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=11:29, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Oh. So now you wouldn't mind that natural blush only I can give you?" *She admired Morgan in silence chuckling, and shaking her head.* "I don't give a #&@% what they think. You're so much more important to me than ... pretty much everyone else."}}
{{MorganReese|time=11:54, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="Yeah, I wouldn't mind it, now." Having noticed the astonished assistant who'd been ready with Gaia's order, she grins. "Better take care of this before she faints, though."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=12:07, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Right." *The word is drawn out much longer than it should be.* "I came here to buy stuff not flirt with you." *She whips around to make the trade forking over a large amount of galleons.*}}
{{MorganReese|time=12:18, April 29, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="The flirting was just a bonus, of course," she agreed, smiling - deciding to ask the question about how the brooms got broken a little later.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:31, April 30, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia gave a nod of approval after inspecting her broom purchases before turning around again.* "Flirting with you has been hard work. It took this long to talk you into kissing me."}}
{{MorganReese|time=08:19, April 30, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="I'm sorry I'm so difficult. You love it though."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:36, April 30, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="You're not sorry."}}
=Corvid Cabin=
*Gaia and Morgan (2029)
{{MorganReese|time=09:21, July 1, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=Most of Morgan knew she didn't strictly need to knock, of course, it being a second (or first even) home to the beater. And yes, some of that was motivated by wanting to surprise Gaia. Did it count as breaking and entering if the door was already open? Hm. Too many variables and she's been standing out there long enough to have been spotted by now, so she just ends up knocking. Some other day.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:28, July 1, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia appeared at the front door rather slowly, she hardly told people to knock. The people who needed them had their own key. She had to inch up a teensy bit to see through the eyehole. When she found Morgan's through tiny circle her face light up like a light bulb, and she squealed with delight on the inside. She flung the door open reached out to grab the younger woman, and pulled her into a warm embrace.* "What are you knocking for? Don't you know how suspicious that makes me?"}}
{{MorganReese|time=09:51, July 1, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="I don't know, I was half-thinking I'd surprise you," Morgan grinned at her, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend - it's better when you're both doing the hugging. "Note taken to just walk in and make coffee next time."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:05, July 1, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia savored the moment, enjoying the closeness of Morgan.* "Coffee works too, make mine decaf." *She pulled away sighing. She could stay happily intertwined with Morgan Reese for all eternity. No complaints.* "Come in. Sit down. I'm having one of those frappachino things. Do you want one?"}} 
{{MorganReese|time=00:17, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan=She reluctantly let go at the premise of frappachino, grinning. "You know me too well, I'd love one." Making herself at home in the chair, Morgan rested her head against the back and fully appreciated the amount of practice she'd put herself through that day.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:26, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia moved past the chair Morgan dropped into placing a kiss on her forehead. She swiftly moved to the kitchen bringing back a cup of liquid deliciousness for Morgan which she set on the edge of the table nearest her.* "It's decaf so don't be upset when you don't get the caffeine buzz you might have been looking for. You could still get one off the sugar content though."}}
{{MorganReese|time=00:30, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Morgan="I still wonder how you live without caffeine rushes. Sugar rushes are good too." She laughs; there are a lot of things Gaia lives without that Morgan didn't try to give up. Because she'd definitely fail.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:36, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="I get high on life." *She laughed in unison.* "That's just not for me. When it comes to the whole crashing thing it completely wrecks me. Instead of being wiped-out I'd rather have a little something leftover."}}
=La Lune Bleue=
*Gaia and Ena (2029)
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:29, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=The New Zealander would walk in, after a long day at work. She honestly wanted to relax for once, but in her line of work... relaxing is but a minor luxury. She still can't get that one story from the most recent issue... but well, it's too late for anything to change.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:36, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia stepped in, and wrinkled her nose.* "This is weird." *She rolled her eyes, because now she was apparently talking to herself. Slipping of her signature aviators as she was indoors they were completely unnecessary she sighed making her way to the bar, ordering a ginger ale.*}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:45, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd order a beer, thinking it'd be good idea. She can't help but look to her left to see Gaia. Her mind would start racing into fangirl mode, while Ena physically wasn't showing that she was fangirling. She wasn't sure whether or not she should talk first.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:53, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia did a little half spin with her drink in had putting her back to bar. From the corner of her eye she spotted the woman, and turned her head to get the full view. Not know what to say at the moment she started with something simple* "Hi?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:56, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=Well... "Hello."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:10, July 6, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Gaia." *She put in some effort at another half spin turning herself towards the woman she stuck out a hand.*}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=22:28, July 7, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd shake hands. "I'm Ena."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:08, July 8, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Dedic? As in the journalist?" *She gave Ena the once over with a suspicious eye.*}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=20:09, July 8, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd grin slightly. "Yep, that's me."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:47, July 13, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Do I need to say the words 'this is off the record' if I decide to keep talking to you?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=03:25, July 14, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She wanted to sort of interview her... but then she'd think that Gaia probably might spill very little if anything. For Ena's own sake, she'd say, "Nope, anything that's said here stays between you and me personally. Nothing will be shared out, I promise."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:04, July 15, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Alright. We'll see how much of our conversation ends up in the next issue." *She smirked like she knew something Ena wasn't saying.* "I know you Gonzo's aren't big on respecting other people's privacy, but I'm sure you've got something you do in the way of protecting a source. So, just remember to change any names, and identifying details."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=19:34, July 18, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd raise an eyebrow and would think that Gaia prolly doesn't trust Ena as much as Ena would have thought. "Will remember to do that."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:06, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="You shouldn't have to if anything said here stays between me and you. At least I think that's what you said." *She grinned turning her attention back toward her ginger ale.* "I read your article, the one about the PU v. Bats match. You were sort of brief with the wrap up. Do you have something against either team?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:08, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=With all due fairness, "No, just there wasn't really overly much action between those two."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:10, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Isn't it your job to make seem like there was? I thought you did a great job with the first part, I might be biased, seeing as I was literally a part of it."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:14, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Technically, it is, but my mom often says overexaggaration isn't the best idea in journalism and she'd know, being a world famous journalist herself."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:20, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="It's not exaggerating if your telling the truth." *She shrugged her shoulders.* "There's probably a limit to how many words your supposed to use in an article. Maybe not, I don't know. Either way you could throw in a few buzz words when you describe a play. Where's the harm in that?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:22, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="You have a point there. But, I still won't lie, the Harpies vs Tutshill match was alive."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:38, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia nonchalantly acknowledges * "Usually is. Tutshill always puts up a strong fight. Too bad we couldn't shatter their dream. I wanted that for us so badly."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:41, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="If you were to pick one person from each team to be MVP for their team, who would you pick and why?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:49, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia opened her mouth ready throw a full blown list Ena's way until she heart they why part.* "Oh, sugar honey ice tea. That's a good question. Does it have to be the roster from the current teams frOom this season?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:51, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd nod. "Yep, they have to be from this season's teams."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:56, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia groaned wrinkling her nose.* "Gack. Fine." *She sucked down the entirety of her glass then ordered another.* "Tutshill's Seeker, Hathaway. She's sort of become a veteran for on their team, and she's pulled of made some amazing catches."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:57, July 19, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="And for the Harpies?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:01, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Oh please. I would give you that last because... reasons." *She laughed.* "What about you. We'll go tit for tat. I picked my Tornado now you pick yours."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:05, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd grin. "I'll be honest with you, I'd say Hathaway as well, because well... that play near the end of the Harpies and Tutshill game was incredible. I still can't believe how she pulled that off."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:08, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="It's a big secret. I'll tell you how she did it though." *She leaned in to share with Ena.* "She has magic." *She pulled back to cackle.*}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:10, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd laugh as well. "I see what you did there."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:16, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia loved it when a dumb joke was still funny.* "Alright. Enough of that. Who next? Ballycastle maybe? I think I'd have to give to Mason, their Chaser. He's young, but he's been playing with the big dogs for a while now. I think he deserves some recognition for it."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:19, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="You do have a point, for someone his age, I don't know how I'd survive playing with the big boys in town. If you get my drift, that is."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:25, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="I do. And, I also genuinely believe some people are made for this game. Like that thing people say about having tough skin."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:33, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="That's true. The Tornadoes' beaters are those kind of people that are made for Quidditch."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:44, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="PU, the Wasps, the Harpies. Some positions require natural talent, I think. Others can be learned. Anyone can be trained to catch the snitch, or throw a quaffle. Try sitting in one place and being a target all game long. That takes both mental and physical ability."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:48, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="True. The Keepers are often underestimated, yet they can turn out to be of great importance. It's also not easy to be a Keeper."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:52, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="You're telling me." *She scoffed taking a swig of ginger ale.* "I love it though, and I'm not complaining. I could never have a regular nine to five. I'd probably lose my mind in the first hour on the clock."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:54, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Oh trust me, I don't run just a regular nine to five. I also work at the WWN and often don't end up sleeping 'til 2 in the morning."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:57, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="2 am, if you sleep at all. Am I right?" *She grinned.* "I think I heard something about that before. Your radio show, I mean, not your how terrible your body clock must be."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:01, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Yep, I run Late Night with Ena Dedic, and when I'm not at the Prophet, I do a daytime talk show as well."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:06, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Trying to use up every hour of the day are we?" *She laughed taking a small sip of her drink.* "Why do you work yourself so hard? Are you afraid of downtime or something?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:09, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd grin. "Work hard, play hard."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:21, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Do you have enough time to play as hard as you work?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:23, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Yep. On the weekends, when I don't work, I'm playing cricket with my family."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:26, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Again, always doing something. How do you relax? I didn't think about this." *She laughed to herself.* "Is that not a word you've heard before?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:30, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd laugh as well. "Well, when you're the oldest of five and the rest of your siblings are bros who like to pull all-nighters all the time, you can say that relaxing is something I don't often do."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:34, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Now that makes a whole lot of sense. No wonder you averse to keeping still. You'd never make it as a keeper." *She joked teasing Ena just a bit.* "What did you say? You have... five brothers? That must have been your own personal slice of #&%% growing up?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:37, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd laugh. "Yep, it was. All my brothers are just annoying and don't know when to quit. And that's why I love them all. Yeah, they can be ****-heads at times, but they're all cool."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:41, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="@$$-heads or @$$-hats? I've only got one brother, and he's like my bestie. We got into all sorts of $#^% when we were kids. My sister on the other hand, there's your @$$-hat." *She shrugged spinning he cup on the counter.* "How much younger than you are your brothers?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:43, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="More like both. And my brothers are all over the place. Youngest one's turning 13 soon. Oldest brother's only 21."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:46, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="A head needs a hat." *She chuckled quietly.* "The kids, you know the ones who are still growing up, them being annoying is understandable their still figuring out who they are. It's the adults that should no better. Which is probably the reason I don't always play so well with others."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:48, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="For me, I could care less. If one of my bros is being a serious ***hat, they know what's coming for them."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:51, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="You're a better elder sibling than I am, that's for sure. My brother would never try me, we're cohorts. He knows better. It's my sister that tests me daily."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=20:53, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Nah, it's just that I know how to deal with guys."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=22:13, July 20, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="You know how to deal with your guys or all guys? Men are stupid." *She shrugged as a chuckle escaped her.* "That's something I've come to accept. I still think there's a difference between my brother, and the rest of those testosterone dumpsters littering this world."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=22:58, July 21, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="My guys for the most part. And I honestly couldn't agree more that men are stupid."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:28, July 21, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="I used to say the reason men are Neanderthals was because they're missing a chromosome. Then someone schooled me on that whole XY deal. I'm not so good with biology, and stuff."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:31, July 21, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="On those kinds of things, I got homeschooled. Whatever I didn't learn in the three schools I've been to, I've learnt at home."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=~~~~~|Gaia="Three schools? Were you a bad girl or did your family move around a lot?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:40, July 21, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Family moved a lot. I've been to Salem, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts, from which I graduated from Hogwarts."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:41, July 21, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="You went to Hogwarts? To be hanging around here it's probably obvious. So did I. Which house were you in?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:44, July 21, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="I was a Gryffindor. What about you?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:46, July 21, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia's face split as she grinned hard rolling her eyes. * "Slytherin, of course."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:53, July 21, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="I'd have never thought that you were a Slytherin."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:55, July 21, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="What?!" *She stared at Ena accusatorily.* "Why the #$%% would go and something like that when we were having a perfectly nice conversation?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=23:59, July 21, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd feign offense. "For someone who's only been to Hogwarts for a single year, why would you think I know the houses off the back of my head?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:01, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="If you barely know the houses why make an offhanded comment like that in the first place?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:10, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=Well, great. Just great. She blew it... how to change the topic??? An idea bulb just went off in her head. "So... um, I heard about what happened in the game between the Harpies and Puddlemere, and... I wanted to ask you if you could describe Sian or say anything about her in a few words."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:20, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia's maintained a moment of silence trying to collect herself before she exploded.* "Are you #^@%*&@ kidding me?" *There was a significant build up in the volume of her voice.* "First you insult me with your $^%%$#^% comment, then you want to ask me for some sort of quote about my teammate who just died?! Pretty #^@%^#@ tragically might I add. What the #$%% is wrong with you?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:23, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=Oh, for crying out loud. "Holy ****, calm down, okay? How the **** was I supposed to know that if I said that I didn't think you were a Slytherin that you'd take offense?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:29, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*She scoffed. As if calm down was a phrase that would ever work on her.* "How about the fact that I told you I was one before you said it? That seems like a good enough reason to me."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:30, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Well then, I must have not seemed surprised enough when I said it."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:38, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="It's not supposed to be surprising. It's just a #^@%^%@ fact."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=00:41, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Then why does it make a difference?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:45, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="It sounds the #$%% of a lot like you trying to tell me that either the way I look or the way I carry myself somehow means that I wasn't where I belong."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=20:33, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Well then, I meant it in the sense that I would have never expected you to say Slytherin, because as far as I know, most Slytherins are well... I need not to say anything."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=20:36, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*At a loss for whether to consider that a deeper dig or a half attempt at an apology, Gaia took this opportunity to shut up slowly sipping her drink.*
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OOC: What you might not know. Gaia was a Hatstall she almost when to Gryffindor. :) }}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=20:42, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She felt like she just said something that felt half-arsed, because if someone stops talking... that's when Ena freaks out that she might have said something wrong. Not sure what to really do at this point, she'd casually order a shot of firewhisky.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=20:44, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia chortled into her cup lowering it so as not to blow ginger ale all over her face. If Ena was going to get herself liquored up maybe she would stick around for a bit, she always had more fun with drunk people.*}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=20:47, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Ena=She'd drink the whole shot in one go, then she shook her head a little. "This stuff is a little weird. Not quite like the drinks in New Zealand."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=20:49, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia was tempted to leave that alone, at least this wasn't necessarily a topic of conversation that could lead to her getting riled up.* "What do they serve in New Zealand?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=20:59, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Well, they do have a little bit of everything, but a popular drink in New Zealand tends to be beer. And when there's a big sporting event, you'd probably see crowds of people gathering at their homes, drinking beer."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=20:59, July 22, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Well, they do have a little bit of everything, but a popular drink in New Zealand tends to be beer. And when there's a big sporting event, you'd probably see crowds of people gathering at their homes, drinking beer."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=00:11, July 23, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia smirked impassively, she wasn't surprised to hear it. Having tried it once before she didn't understand why people subjected themselves to the poisonous swill knowing how terrible it tasted, and how bad they would feel in the end.* "Is that your preference, beer?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:00, July 23, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="I wish. I can't quite handle beer like my brothers. Whiskey is more my thing."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:02, July 23, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="What's the difference between whiskey and firewhiskey?"}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:04, July 23, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="I don't know if it's just me, but I think firewhiskey has a bit more zing to it? I might be wrong."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:08, July 23, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="You might be right, I'm sure it didn't get a name like that for no reason."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:13, July 23, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="That's true."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:15, July 23, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Or not. I'm no connoisseur."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:18, July 23, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Neither am I. My dad says my grandpa was a connoisseur and could probably tell apart various drinks without even looking at them, but he's dead, so I wouldn't know."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:21, July 23, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="I think there's a lot of money in that. Having the sort of nose that can sniff out scents like that. If you're not part bloodhound or something, that could be a pretty nifty thing."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=01:04, July 24, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="Good point. To be fair though, I'd rather be a cricket player than a connoisseur. Seems too tedious of a thing to do in life."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=03:48, July 24, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Anything can be tedious depending on how you look at it."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=05:05, July 24, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="More so when you really don't know a thing about what you're attempting to do."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=05:19, July 24, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="I hadn't thought of that." *She chuckled as she paused to consider it.* "That's also a really good way to #^@% things up."}}
{{Sophia McLaren-Cobb|time=18:19, July 24, 2016 (UTC)|Ena="That's true, but that's why we can learn. Well, it takes time and all, but one could learn how to do things right over time."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:39, July 24, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Yeah, but. Learning is all about willingness, and time doesn't always get used wisely. Present company excluded." *She paused for effect.* "My point being you won't learn $#^% if you don't want to."}}
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*Gaia and Pyrrha (2029)
{{Pyrrha|time=17:52, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha=It was never a bad idea to get a drink before going back to your apartment after a long day. Right? At least that was how Pyrrha felt right at that given moment, so she'd already come into La Lune and rather than going to the restaurant to eat, she would have a drink and then eat from the stockpile of snacks she had at home. Great plan, in her opinion, but she had a habit of thinking all her plans were great, so this would, probably like some occasions before, end in getting into a situation she wouldn't normally.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:01, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia's place at the bar was all but reserved. She was practically a regular at any place that served alcohol despite the fact the she did not partake in the consumption of it. On this day in particular she did not have her glorious rear-end glued to a stool, nope. This time the short-haired ball of fire was wondering the establishment ginger ale in hand.*}}
{{Pyrrha|time=18:06, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha=Pyrrha did not feel German except when she drank alcohol, purely on a stereotypical basis, despite being half-German. She spoke the language to some degree, but there had been a reason she had chosen the Norwegians over the Germans when both suggested they joined her national team. Norway was home...Germany was just where some of her family came from. So she didn't actually know an awful lot about Germany, and her German would be quite rusty had she not learned it young. After a moment's hesitation she simply said "Surprise me," to the bartender. Most alcohol was on the list of things Pyrrha could tolerate.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:13, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia bumped into the drunkest of people on purpose. To her annoyance the one's who were already having trouble keeping their balance hardly noticed. A few of the others were a little more aware that their personal bubbles had been invaded, and verbal insults were exchanged before situations were diffused by the innocent bystanders who probably wanted to avoid the girl fight. Gaia found appreciation in the feeling of animosity, she still had a lot of pent up aggression that breaking broom hadn't managed to help her release. She stepped back up to the bar for another refreshment.*}}
{{Pyrrha|time=18:21, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha=At the sounds of commotion, when she had picked up the beer she'd been given, Pyrrha's head turned out of pure curiosity. What she saw elicited a small laugh at the scuffles, resting an elbow on the bar, her amusement shown by the smallest of smiles crossing her face. Drunk people were good entertainment, which was why she was often wary about becoming one of them. Using her free hand to steady some guy who nearly outright bumped into her, she was quite happy to enjoy the show as long as a near-miss like that didn't happen again. Eventually it would surely lose its fun and stop.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:27, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia smirked, and rolled her eyes at the warning she got from the bartender before he handed over her non-alcoholic drink. She chuckled sliding her money across the table, as she turned he back to the bar.* "Start me a tab, and it'll cover whatever I damage." }}
{{Pyrrha|time=18:34, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="Why pay when magic can fix everything just fine?" This was a wizarding establishment after all, the French Restaurant wasn't, but this was. So the concept of paying confused Pyrrha, who would have mended everything and walked out grinning. There were a few types of people and from what she had heard, Gaia Ellis had already proved to be an enigma. But it's no fun to meet people when you admit you already know their name, because it feels a little stalker-super-saiyan-fan-ish to some people and can often split the fans from possible friends. Experience.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=18:41, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia laughed.* "Not everything can be fixed with magic. The less important things they can be put back together, no problem. The faces I break, and in some cases the hearts are a slightly different story. The body can be healed but memories never fade unless someone intervenes. The brain is a complicated lump of... tissue that shouldn't be messed with. In which case I'm willing to part with my hard earned money, it's usually worth it."}}
{{Pyrrha|time=18:46, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="Right, and even if you can fix their faces they might not be as cute afterwards, if they were cute in the first place. Which, in the case of guys...they're usually not." Most girls she met seemed to be Olympus Incarnate, for some reason, perhaps it was the 'Single Pringle' outlook on that, but she was used to that feeling. Pyrrha was just waiting for to feel something other than that. But guys had slipped her notice for some time now and she'd been noticing her overwhelming preference for some days now.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:07, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Now your starting to get it." *She nodded approvingly.* "About the guy thing though... some guys can be pretty. And I'm mean freakishly good looking. Not that it ever does anything for me but get me to stare." *She shrugged not feeling as much like a hypocrite admitting that as she would have some years ago. Since they weren't talking about the intelligence level of the average man which she would usually insult. Her statement was strictly basses on attractiveness. In her eyes beauty was one of those few things in life that transcended gender.*}}
{{Pyrrha|time=19:13, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="I've never noticed it then, I guess," she shrugged, "I've spent most of my life not living the Single Pringle Experience. I went to Beauxbatons, and you can imagine it was Cute Girl Central. Most of them were more mature than me though." So far she preferred the French and Scandinavians but she could just as easily meet someone who would flip her perspective entirely.}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:19, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Looking at something pretty never hurt anyone. I guess I understand how you could've missed it. Maybe Beauxbatons didn't have any nice looking boys what with the hordes of beautiful girls I bet you had to deal with. You lost me at maturity though. Kind of a turn off. Putting up with that on a daily basis sounds like something that would aggravate me." *She chuckled.* "Somehow I always knew I wouldn't of lasted long at that school."}}
{{Pyrrha|time=19:25, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="Honestly, I don't know how I did," Pyrrha chuckled slightly recalling her days at school. "I was Bellefeuille. The Gryffindors, like, but...without most of the fun, I think. They left all the fun and troublemaking to me...the teachers hated me, and told me I'd get nowhere, but every part of me wants to say 'Ha. Look at me now.' They probably wouldn't care, but it sure would be fun. I'm Pyrrha, by the way. My parents landed me with a Greek name that was hard as hell to say, despite the fact that neither of them were actually Greek. I don't know either."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:32, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="You're not the only one who got saddled with a Greek name. I'm Gaia. No, I'm not the personification of Mother Earth, I just happen to share her name." *She laughed, the majority of what she heard was enough for a chortle, the last bit brought on the real deal laughter.* "I heard a little of the same growing up, mainly because I was a lackluster witch who didn't like to keep her feet on he ground. Still don't if I'm being honest. So maybe they were right about me." *She chuckled with her tongue hanging out.*}}
{{Pyrrha|time=19:41, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha=She hadn't clocked that one. "I got very bored of teachers telling me about 'pyrrhic victories' whenever I felt proud of myself for doing something the rules didn't agree with. They didn't feel pyrrhic to me. They were actually completely worth it. As for keeping my feet on the ground, I prefer the air too. The national team is an experience I feel happy about. I can't say I wear concrete boots or nothing."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:46, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Concreate boots are a curse to everyone. Even if they don't like to log hours of fly time. That pyrrhic thing you said, I know it wasn't from your mouth but you have to admit it was good." *She chuckled to herself only half understand it what it meant.* "Almost makes me feel lucky my teachers weren't clever enough to think of anything remotely similar with my name. I should probably thank my mam for that." *She tilted her head c curiously as if the words finally reached her ear.* "Did you say national team?"}}
{{Pyrrha|time=19:51, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="I didn't feel like it was more painful than it was worth though, so it didn't actually work. I didn't say anything, I appreciated their incorrectness in silence." At the last question she nodded, fervently. "Yeah. I play for the Norwegian team. I had a choice since my mum was German, but I don't feel German...and plus the fandom and expectation would probably have stressed me out. That could have been pyrrhic."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=19:57, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia stifled a chuckle mostly grinning like an idiot.* "I'm not so good at the silence thing. I've tried to be the bigger person, and that usually results in me taking up arms. I guess I have a temper. At least that's what they say about me." *She scrunched her nose, shrugging impassively.* "I have two important questions for you. How long have you been playing? And what position do you play?"}}
{{Pyrrha|time=20:08, August 5, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="People tell me I have an Italian temper," she muses. "But that was fun to watch, and I presume fun to do - so - is your temper such a bad thing. I've been playing for the Karasjok Kites since I left Beauxbatons, but for the national team, just a year. And I play Beater." She grins. "I don't have a World Cup under my belt though. I'm not that impressive."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=01:05, August 6, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia shook her head mo.* "My temper has never been a problem for me. I can't speak for other people though. As for you, being a fiery personality type with a bat in hand can't possibly be a bad thing. At least you get to smack bludgers, that has to be a good way to vent. I wish I could take credit for that win but it was a team effort. It never would've ended the way it did without my girls. We worked so hard, and we deserved it..." *She trailed of getting lost on her mental walk down memory lane.*}}
{{Pyrrha|time=09:48, August 6, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="It is a great way to let out stress. And...yeah, of course it was a team effort. It shows a really unified team, in a different way to the Harriers. Of course it sucked for them to completely tank, but it's a good lesson just like winning is, right?" Pyrrha pushed her hair back behind her ears with a small grin. "It seriously must have been the best feeling ever to lift the Cup though. Worth all of the work?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:58, August 6, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="It's competition. That's just how things shake out. Someone has to win, and someone has to lose. The Harriers weren't the only team to suck that day." *She make a pathetic attempt at being humble, except she can't fight the smile on her face.* "The Bats were $#^% when it came to playing against the World Cup edition of the Harpies. And the Proudsticks... that name is almost ironic when you look at where they placed. I think even if roles were reversed, and I had been on a losing team it would've still be worth it. So far I have to say there's nothing that compares."}}
{{Pyrrha|time=10:10, August 6, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="Still remembering that iconic bat-breaking moment from the Proudsticks game. It's sometimes a consolation to know you were beaten by the champions, because nobody else could beat them either, I guess. It still sucks but it might suck a bit less?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:23, August 6, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Maybe." *She raised a brow. Having not seen losing in that light before it was a thought she was going to try to hold on to.* "I always take a lose like a shot to the heart. I'm a keeper. I feel like I have to. If points get past me I'm basically giving away the game. If my seeker can't pull it off in the end, I honestly feel like it's between those two positions on who's the biggest #^@% up."}}
{{Pyrrha|time=10:31, August 6, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="Sometimes it's us too," Pyrrha shrugged neutrally. "If we don't defend the players correctly and that inhibits their ability to play, such as the seeker, if they get hit and can't catch the snitch it's more our fault than theirs. Everyone shares the blame equally in most losses. You can always think about how your failure caused a loss. I try not to do that. In my team we always talk about what all of us could do better rather than focusing on one person, it helps with the morale of the whole team when we consider the whole picture. You don't forget about it, but it helps to be less of a weight on the shoulders for your next match. Each match is different - you're only as good as you are on the day. What you have been before should be an aspiration, not an expectation, no?"}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:40, August 6, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Oh. No, no, no. Don't mistake my words. I would never let anyone try to place the blame on me. That equals a fight. I do that to myself." *She let it be known there was no way someone else, even one of the girls, was going to tell her that she failed them. She could feel that way, but she would never let it be said.* "I like what you saying though, about taking the loss as team. Looking at what all of you could have done better. That's so much healthier for the team, and for the individuals involved. And I agree with you, to some level, on the beater thing. That's probably why other than keepers, I have most respect for beaters, then chasers, and then seeker. In that order. I'm working on trying not to classify people, but for me it's always been about how much work we put in during the game. It means something on and off the pitch."}}
{{Pyrrha|time=10:48, August 6, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="It's a lot of physical strain, beating. I couldn't take the head-on pressure of being a keeper. Especially with penalties. I watched a lot of football as a kid. There was this one shootout that stopped everyone's hearts at least for a bit. I know games can't be decided this way in Quidditch. But the pressure of the keeper must be similar to this."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=23:55, August 6, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="I live for that pressure. That probably sounds insane, but I can't lie. I love it. Whether I #^@% a block or I'm on top of my game those goals are more of a home to me than the four walls I actually live in." *She chuckled no matter who she was talking to she always said the same thing about those hoops.* "I've taken my turn playing chaser, I've never played seeker or beater. Still I don't think I'm fit for that, not seeker anyways. Beater I think I could have been good at once upon a time. How'd you find your way into it? There are three other positions you could have been playing."}}
{{Pyrrha|time=08:30, August 7, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="Seeker just never appealed to me," she mused truthfully, "Chaser I tried after becoming a Beater just to sate curiosity, and I was good at it, but not as good and comfortable as I was playing beater. And keeper, I preferred watching others play, I guess."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=09:13, August 7, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia=*Gaia nodded vehemently.* "Yes! Seeker never appealed to me either. I gave Chaser about a year, maybe two. Hated it the entire time I was doing it. Sometimes, because I'm getting older, I feel like I should give switching it up another try. Just to say I really lived, or maybe it's curiosity like you said. What would I do with myself if I'm better at playing another position than keeper? Minds would be blown." *She laughed.*}}
{{Pyrrha|time=10:06, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="I've tried everything I thought I could probably be good at." Pyrrha admitted. "I might get more adventurous eventually. But getting on the national team probably convinced me I should stick to this discipline. You don't get much better than national team level, so if I am better at something else, it'd definitely come as a surprise for me."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:14, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Everything?" *Gaia looked at Pyrrha skeptically.* "I don't know you all that well, but I feel like through this conversation I've gotten a pretty #^@%^&@ good idea of the type of person you are. I don't think you've tried everything. You're making a point I want to pin holes in but, I just can't. If I played for the Wales or Argentina I'd be talking the same $#6% you are." *She put up one finger.* "Still, I bet there's something else you're just as good at."}}
{{Pyrrha|time=10:22, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="Everything I thought I could be good at. That doesn't mean I'm not good at something else, I just don't think I am."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:30, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Exactly. That sounds like a lack of self confidence, and I won't #^@%&$@ stand for it." *She grinned impishly, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.*}}
{{Pyrrha|time=10:44, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Pyrrha="My self confidence is fine," Pyrrha protests mildly, "if it wasn't I'd probably be hiding in bed with a movie and food. Which I do on a bad day actually."}}
{{Hecate Grimm|time=10:55, August 9, 2016 (UTC)|Gaia="Fine is what you say to someone when you don't want to tell them how bad they look. Fine is not the word you use to describe your own self-confidence. You can do better than that."}}
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