Quidditch Trillenium Stadium

Quidditch Trillenium Stadium
dartmoor

The Quidditch Trillenium Stadium was built to host the 422nd Quidditch World Cup in 1994 and has since become the home to the largest sporting events in the United Kingdom. It is built in the middle of a large deserted moor in Devon and is therefore surrounded by a vast landscape of uncultivated hills. There are many different muggle-repelling Charms on it, such as causing the Muggles to suddenly remember urgent appointments when they got too near the site.

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

A lot of flashy names are bustling about the transformed stadium on the evening of August 10th. Wren's is one of them considering the news of him transferring to the British and Irish League is running rampant in the magazines at the moment. His mother has tagged along as his plus-one, which has garnered some snapshots and sneets from people watching them at home. Having an invite to an award show hosted by the largest sports broadcasting program is an honor and there is no one in his life that he would rather share it with than his mother, who is the reason he is able to accomplish this in the first place. Once it's over, the cameras are banished and the place transforms at their feet, becoming a beautiful banquet for the athletes and their families for the rest of the evening. Wren stares in amazement and starts wandering before his mother gently tugs his sleeve, whispering to him that she wants to leave. Nodding, he assists her to the exit and watches her disapparate before returning inside. Immediately, he tries to find a table for himself and possibly some free food.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

Seven is here mostly to be polite. All the non-Quidditch athletes are well-aware that this is really a celebration of Quidditch more than any other sport, and that's fine. Seven understands. Not showing up at all would be rude, though, and while he and his friends seriously considered ditching and doing their own thing to celebrate the end of the season, that probably wouldn't help them in trying to become a more prominent entity in the sports world. His friends are in a table somewhere to the side of the stadium but they've also begun drinking and Seven is not sure he can keep up with their drunken antics unless he gets drunk himself, which he has no interest in doing. He moves to the banquet to get some food and he passes by Wren in the process. Seven does not keep up with Quidditch mostly out of spite that it is the most popular sport, but even he recognizes the face. This is especially because he's been on his phone for majority of the program and there are so many sneets about how cute it is that Wren Winthrop brought his *mother* as his plus one. It's difficult for Seven to imagine having such a good relationship with either of his parents, but he guesses it was kinda nice of him. Now, he's alone and he must be new to this scene, right? And Seven has no interest at the moment returning to his friends. "You lost or something?" he asks, grinning when he gets closer.

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

"Lost?" Wren repeats, flabbergasted by the fact that someone has even acknowledged him. Even after his time on the circuit, he is confused whenever someone starts interacting with him. Whipping his head, his brows raise and he grins playfully as he tries to place who said it, but the person approaching him is a clear indicator. Wren is not familiar, but knows he saw him sometime when he entered the stadium earlier on. Instinctively, he glances over him once and decides he must not be a quidditch player. It's easier to tell after being involved with the sport for so long. "No, just hungry and on the hunt." He grins a bit more, puffing out his chest slightly to combat the fact that he is so much shorter. He turns, surveying the banquet floor and attempting to locate the table without moving onto his toes. "Any idea where someone could get something that's not butterbeer or firewhiskey?"

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

It is always amusing to Seven when he is taller than other people, so the amused grin remains on his face. "Yes, actually, I was just on my way. You can come with." he says, sounding pleasantly surprised. "You're not in the mood to drink tonight either? That's cool." Seven does not drink in general, but he's learned that expressing that makes everyone think he is being intentionally holier-than-thou. "I'm Severin, by the way. You can call me Sev! Or Seven. Everyone else does." He navigates through the crowds expertly, clearing a path for him and Wren. "You're the new hotshot Quidditch player, right? The one who brought his mom tonight? Is *that* why you're not drinking?" Seven does not mean to tease him, and he is smiling to make sure that Wren knows he is not being mean about it. "Shit, I can't imagine getting wasted in front of my mom either."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

"Fantastic," he exclaims albeit under his breath a little bit to not create a scene. Wren is a surprisingly quiet person all things considered about him. He follows Seven, listening to his introduction and raising his brows curiously. Seven *has* to be some sort of stage name, right? He doesn't question it; that seems inappropriate. When he instigates his ego, he engages and grins immediately, pushing some stray hairs from his bun behind his ear. "Wren Winthrop's the name. Natsumi's the beautiful mother, but no. Ma's gone home for the evening," he chides, waving a dismissive hand when he denies the claim. His mother has made a point of ensuring that her name is often associated with his, so out of reflex, he introduces her too even if she isn't there. "Just not a drinker," he adds, lifting his brows momentarily to widen his eyes as if that is somehow a point. Wren cares significantly less if people believe he is being *holier-than-thou* for expressing his lifestyle decisions. He's never claimed it's healthier for *other* people. It's just what's best for *him*. "What sport are you in for?" He's not familiar with Seven. No shame in admitting it.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"Oh hey, same. Not a drinker either." he says, eyes lighting up. It is rare in these circles to find someone else who is not an alcoholic or on the verge of becoming one. "Yeah, I can't blame your mom. I'm planning on ditching with some of my friends in maybe an hour. It gets kinda old after a couple of years of attending." Seven drops his voice to a more quiet volume after looking around to make sure that one of the organizers is not nearby. "But maybe that's just me. Parties aren't really my thing." Or at least parties like these. Seven enjoys going out with his siblings and close friends, but he does not see the point in trying to have fun at functions where the media is so involved and he does not know most of the people. "But I'm glad I went to this one because now I've gotten to meet you." Seven winks before continuing. "It's a pleasure, Wren Winthrop." he says, testing the name out on his tongue. "I'm a racer. Unfortunately Quidditch was never my thing. During my first year at Hogwarts, the broom wouldn't even fly into my hand." He laughs at the memory. It occurs to Seven that he might be talking too much but he doesn't mind; if Wren wanted him to shut up he'd have excused himself by now.

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Wren never minds more conversation, and if anything, he is excited that he gets to listen. Learning more about someone hasn't hurt him yet, but he supposes he should be more careful considering how infamous this place is for its criminality. Winking is something Wren is used to receiving by now, but it isn't often from men and the expression gives him a small startle. "Pleasure's all mine, Seven," he returns, letting the name melt in his mouth a little bit before glancing around to see who is among them. When he doesn't notice anything worth noting, he turns to face him again. "Racing's big in Melbourne. I haven't been, but I heard it is. My sister is more interested in car racing." Wren huffs, then laughs. "And she wants me to be painfully aware of it." He wonders if Sage knows who Seven is and if he is 'messing things up' if he doesn't do something about that, but he would die if he was in the other man's position in that case.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"That is *such* a sibling thing to do." Seven laughs, incredibly amused. "I have *five* siblings. Can you imagine? Hell." It is probably worth noting that all of them are famous in their own right, but there isn't really a way to bring up that up without just obviously bragging about his family. Maybe he should've mentioned he was a Darling earlier, but Wren isn't from here anyway so Seven doesn't think he would have recognized the name anyway. "And they all give me shit for not picking a more interesting sport." Seven rolls his eyes but he does so fondly; he loves all his siblings to death and it is impossible for him to be legitimately annoyed with any of them. "You're from Melbourne, then?" he asks. He knows that Wren had just transferred into the British-Irish League, but he does not keep up with Quidditch enough to know where from. Now that he thinks about it though, the accent should have probably been a give-away. "What inspired the move?"

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Wren laughs, swearing to himself and giving brief praise to God for not giving him more than his sister. "Hey, hey, hey! Racing's interesting," he chimes in despite catching the mood he's giving with his expression. As someone who wasn't raised to be a little quidditch star, he has never understood nor stood for quidditch supremacy. Has he watched a lot of racing? No, he's busy with his own sport. It's not as if he watches quidditch for *funsies* nowadays, which is sort of lame when he considers it more. "Actually my family lives in Sydney, but I'm from Vegas originally." His mother wants him to tell people he is from Japan, but he is obviously not. When he prepares to answer, he grins and his brows raise as his amusement grows, pleased to discuss the matter. "Got offered a spot with Tutshill. Going international was sort of the goal from the beginning." Admittedly, he had no plans of moving here and would have much rather been recruited by one of the big Japanese teams. It's not necessarily about fame if fame seems to hurt, right? He just loves the fanbase...except when he doesn't. And he was content playing in Australia, so why is he doing this again?

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"Vegas? Awesome." The pair reach the drinks part of the table, where the alcohol is strategically covering all the non-alcoholic options as if the organizers are actively encouraging them to get wasted. Maybe it will make for a more interesting party if more people are intoxicated. Seven moves aside a couple of bottles to reveal a can of sprite among other non-alcoholic drinks, which he takes for himself and opens before taking a sip. "Racing *is* interesting, I agree. Thank you." He grins confidently. "And there's no risk of getting knocked in the head with a violent, metallic ball either. Thank Merlin your team's beaters were able to protect your pretty face, huh? Or *are* you one of your team's beaters?" He feels like he should know what position he plays, but he feels no obligation to be aware especially since it's not like Wren knows who he is either. He does not seem like the entitled type, too, so Sev assumes he should be fine. "I realized I didn't catch what position you play."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Following suit, he reaches behind the display of beverages to grab one of the carbonated non-alcoholic ones. Wren isn't a soda person by nature since his mother never 'believed in it' and he therefore doesn't have the palate for it. Cracking it open, his mouth hits the can just in time for the compliment and it's a good thing too. His eyebrows raise suggestively as he stares up at the other man, but they drop before he is able to respond. "No. Chaser," he answers before laughing at the comment, letting it sink in. "The Wollongong beaters were great, but not *that* great. It's those Aussie Healers that are the real saviors." His hand slides along the bottom of his jaw, running his knuckles across the bone as he smirks. His face has gotten some scrapes, but nothing from bludgers. Wren would have probably faced an early retirement had he gotten a bludger to the face. "Where are the races hosted out here? Maybe I'll be able to swing by one on the off-season." His schedule during quidditch season is borderline insufferable, but he loves it. He loves staying busy.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

Seven raises an eyebrow, clearly amused, before his expression relaxes into a lazy smile. "You wanna come see me? That's cute. I always do better when I've got someone to impress." Seven is truly a show-off at heart, really, but he already is generally very good and very impressive even when he's not trying. It works out. "It depends on the Bostwicks, really. Dunno if you've heard of them yet, but they're the big shots in the magical automobile industry, and they're the ones who organize the races. And Penelope – she's the head – is a bit indecisive, so the location always changes depending on what she feels like." he explains. It is crazy to Seven to think that he used to intern under Penelope and now he is a star racer, but it's nice too, knowing that he really worked for this and that he truly deserves to be where he is now. It's not like his parents were very supportive, but he cannot blame them – *everything* is unimpressive after your older brother manages to get four Bachelor's degrees. "I mean, it's pretty easy setting it up anyway since it happens in the sky. Plus you know, magic makes everything easy. I'll let you know when one's coming up." Seven takes out his phone. "You have Witchagram? We should follow each other."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

It's fascinating how unstructured it seems to be and he wonders if that's what hinders the sport's success. Wren doesn't need to see much of Seven to know he is a little bit of a hotshot himself. He has the bravado just in the way he tells him it's cute that he wants to see him. Wren jokingly rolls his eyes, puffing air between his lips and teeth before grinning. Pulling out his phone, he stares down at it as he says: "Don't get too high up on your horse there. I just want to fly my sister out and be a good brother." It's partially true. Sage would appreciate it, but also he needs more hobbies that aren't just a career now. Watching cars flying through the air? Fantastic. Forging his first proper friendship? Even better, hopefully. "I do. It's just @wwinthrop. It should come up even if you spell it wrong." Not *too* wrong, but being famous means being one of the bigger accounts on Witchagram and also being verified. His profile comes up when you just type in *Wren*. Perks.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

After spending a night seeing Wren's name on Seeker, he doubts he'll spell it wrong. True enough, it comes out the moment he finishes typing in *Wre*; he didn't even have to finish the name. "Found you." he says, before tapping on the *Follow* button. "My account should come up the moment you enter the number seven, just in case you have a hard time sorting through all your notifs to find me." Seven's ego is through the roof already, so the comment about getting off his high horse does little else but amuse him. "Oh, so your sister will be coming then? Let me know if you wanna bring any of your other friends. I'll save you guys a good box." Seven was *going* to offer that the two of them hang out afterwards, but it isn't really important to him. Seven just sees it as an opportunity to show off to even *more* people, and it definitely stroked his ego hearing that Wren's sister might be a fan. It would be cool to meet her, definitely. "It's off-season for Quidditch now, right? You should let me know when that starts up again. I will be honest with you, never really cared for Quidditch before but you seem like a pretty good reason to start watching."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

It does and Wren swiftly hits the follow button to ensure he catches it right as it goes through. When he mentions his sister, he worries for a moment if Sage will be upset that he is embarrassing her and also considers warning him against putting the moves on his sister if he ever meets her. Instead he huffs and lifts his chest slightly, turning to the food to start picking at little things on skewers as he pockets his phone again. "It's more of a pre-season training situation at the moment. We have a proper vacation going into 2048." Wren shrugs, shoving an olive and cheese something rather into the corner of his mouth. "Our owner is fantastic, but hasn't gotten us a straight sched yet. It will reach those DMs soon enough though." Another one of the skewers and he pauses to chew, lifting his brows animatedly. "It would be tight having someone in the stands to point to and blow kisses at after I score." Wren mimes throwing a quaffle through the hoops, then flexes and gives Seven a quick wink. He finishes it off by blowing him a kiss before flexing again.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

Seven laughs at that, obviously very entertained by Wren's antics. He 'catches' the flying kiss and pretends to pocket it, still chuckling to himself. "I'm surprised you don't already have that someone." It is very interesting to him that Wren is supposedly single; he would have assumed that someone would have snatched him up by now. It is not in Seven's interest to be that someone, though, even if Wren does seem like a kindred spirit. Firstly, it would not be very fair of him to put someone in that position. They just met though, so it is not like he has anything to worry about, he thinks. It is just that in the past, the nature of Seven's comments tended to get him into romantic troubles he had no interest in dealing with. "I'm sure you have a multitude of adoring fans to blow kisses at anyway." he comments, "Tutshill has a pretty solid fanbase. My little brother is a pretty big Cannons fan – even *I* know that's dumb – so I hear about the fandom wars a lot. Kinda ridiculous." He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "Speaking of the Tornadoes, how are you liking your new teammates?"

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Wren is easily flattered even after all of this time having compliments shoved towards him. Some people would want you to believe that it loses its charm, but it doesn't when you want the affection so terribly. It's not a conscious issue on his part. Wren happens to believe he is fine on his own. "Not interested in that sort of thing at the moment," he responds, shrugging before finding another small something to toss into his mouth. With all of the energy he has been burning lately, he has been hungry nonstop. While chewing, he gives a glance around to see where the closest cameras are before leaning in slightly and lowering his voice to match. "Not too interested in flirting with fans either." When he creates distance again, he seems a bit intimidated by the thought. Possibly instigating a stalker? No thank you. Wren laughs it off using the thought of supporting the *Cannons* of all teams. Seven's right: it is a bad idea. "I can score your brother some tickets when we play the Cannons. Maybe he will learn to choose a better team then." He grins. "Team's great so far. We have some babies on the reserve team though... Bro." Wren laughs, seeming alarmed though it's playful for the most part. Fresh graduates really age him.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

Seven feels a bit relieved when Wren mentions that he is not too interested in that sort of thing, and that drives him to be more comfortable. "Thanks for the offer, but my brother will probably be able to score tickets on his own." Famous vlogger and all that. It's weird to him that his parents are shoving Tristan into the spotlight so young, but as long as he does not seem too bothered, then Seven will not intervene. "He's a total super fan and watches all their games. Besides, he might get cross with me for fraternizing with the enemy." Seven snorts at the thought, but his siblings really are so ridiculous that he would not put it past any of them. "Dude, you know I started racing the summer I turned seventeen. My friends – all older than me – would make portkeys during the break and then bring me to these random deserted places so that we could compete against ourselves. Got busted so many times, my parents were *livid*. Worked out, though!" he quips, as he takes a bite off of a skewer from the table. "So, you know, if it's really their passion, it shouldn't be too bad for them to start so young."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Wren resists the urge to huff and instead glances off to the side suddenly, pursing his lips together as he does so. Being turned down when he's offering that sort of thing always ruffles his feathers, but he knows some people are just prideful. Returning to his normal demeanor, he smiles and pretends to glance around suspiciously. "On that note, better watch out for the paparazzi on our asses. We wouldn't want them exposing us for *fraternizing*." The word is so patronizing and weird. Saying it brings light into his face and for a moment he almost feels wise and intelligent. Seven's backstory intrigues him, but the need to clarify his point irks him more. "And it's *not*. I started straight after graduation. I just don't remember being so young." Wren laughs, knowing the comment is a bit stupid. He feels the need to be a protective figure around the younger players especially the newest recruits. He has gone through the wringer as a result of fame and glitz and glamor. Giving them the information he did not have before going into the field feels like his obligation in a weird way. "We have some talent though. I'll say that much. The British and Irish League better watch out," he adds, raising his voice a little bit as he rolls his shoulders and grins. He is pretty confident in their ability to do well in the upcoming season.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"I don't really mind if paparazzi start speculating." he shrugs. Being a member of his family meant growing up in the spotlight, so he was used to it since he was young. "'Sides, the worst it'll do to my reputation is make everyone think I have a handsome boyfriend. Score." Seven laughs, but looks around nonetheless to make sure nobody is watching them, just in case Wren is genuinely worried. When he sees no one, he continues. "Kidding aside, I am sure you'll take the League by storm." Seven honestly cannot remember how Tutshill has been faring in the league so far; he is not even sure who *won* last year but he has faith in Wren and it's not like he has any friends on the other teams for him to be loyal to. "I can watch all your games and be your good luck charm." he jokes, "Not that you need luck, I think. From what I hear, you're insanely good."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Any mocking concern becomes a bit genuine at the idea of dating rumors. Wren wouldn't want those even if it was with someone as attractive as Seven. His mother would murder him probably despite the fact that it shouldn't bother *anyone* let alone his lesbian mother. Still a small smile comes out of the side of his mouth and he nods, huffing before pushing the carbonated beverage into his face in hopes of drowning out some of the impeding shyness. "I *am*. It's so nice of you to recognize that," he says, tone not at all serious as a grin starts to form. Wren laughs, pushing his hand into his hair to flatten some of the small strands. "It would still be sweet to have a little-" Calling Seven *little* is a bit of a stretch. Noticing this immediately brings a wider grin to his face, but he still raises his pinched fingers to demonstrate how small. "- good luck charm though, wouldn't it? I know it certainly wouldn't *hurt*." Admittedly, he prefers having someone to glance over to after scoring or when going onto the pitch for the first time. It's relaxing knowing someone is there and won't lose their shit if he doesn't do well because they know he's human or at least more so than most fans seem to.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"Then I will be there." Seven says rather confidently. He does not normally break his promises anyway, even if they're to people that he just met. He is excited to get to know Wren and hopefully get closer to him – their energies are similar and that makes being around him easy. Besides, he is getting tired of hanging out with the same old crowd constantly. Speaking of the same old crowd, he hears someone yell out his name and turns to see one of his friends hollering from their table. Someone is clearly already intoxicated, and Seven lets out a small chuckle. "I'm being summoned." he says, turning back to Wren with a slightly apologetic smile. "But it was nice meeting you, Wren."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Wren moves to the side to see who it is, hopefully catching a glimpse of Seven's friend group. When they are both facing each other again, he smiles and waves a dismissive hand. It doesn't offend him much. "It was nice meeting you too, Seven." His name moves off of his tongue and he sits in it for a moment before nodding at him. "I'll message you later, 'kay?" With that, he twists around to grab and pinch some skewers between his fingers before attempting to find one of his new teammates.