here is how it starts, but we're not two lovers in the dark
Mar 11, 2018 14:59:47 GMT -5
FABIANO PERINI and WILLIAM THATCHER like this
Post by NAOMI RAINE on Mar 11, 2018 14:59:47 GMT -5
It was Naomi’s first big quidditch gala. And, she had told WILLIAM THATCHER that she wanted to go on her own. It was after all, the first time work had let her go to a big gala with all the quidditch stars and she didn’t want to be seen as just the quidditch star’s person. Was she his person? They had been reconnecting ever since her feet had left the Hogwarts grounds, and it felt like she was his person and he was hers, but she had not really asked the question. Then again, she never asked that question. Just under a year ago, she had been sharing her bed with HARRIET CARDEW , or Harry’s bed, depending on who initiated the evening ritual. They got together on some cosmic leve without words or asking about it, nor did they speak about ending the relationship, if they could even call it that. Naomi called it a relationship, even without the conversation, she had been intimately bound to Harry, and her to Naomi as well. They may not have always been at each others side, or made romantic gestures of grandeur, but it was real. When Harry had left for her own adventure, they both seemed to know that the relationship they had wouldn’t last past the school year. Now she found herself in a similar unspoken bond with William Thatcher. Though, she knew that she would always want to test the waters with him. Ever since they kissed her sixth year because of some mistletoe, the two had danced around how they felt about one another. Only, he had graduated and she had stayed at Hogwarts. They’d agreed not to date, because he was leaving and she should focus on school, but the wrote. They even met up for a few Hogsmeade weekends when the training schedule allowed, and it was nice, felt easy. This felt so easy. Her eyes scanned the room, spotting him across the way, but her feet stood still. She was not certain what they should be doing at this gala per say. She did statistical analytics for the Magical Game and Sports Department at the Ministry. She tracked games, tracked players stats, and she projected their games and likelihood of skills, points, etc. at each match based on their previous records. She was not always right, because nobody could predict an injury or an off day, but she was pretty damn good at what she did. Players knew her name now, had written her both with praise and… let’s call it critique, but she had not met many of them face-to-face. She decided that she’d feel a lot looser if she got a drink from the very generous open bar. She ordered a glass of red wine and then stationed herself at a table to look over the other players, some new on the field, some oldtimers she admired for years. Naomi felt a little star stuck, so she barely noticed when someone asked if they could share her table. ”No, that’s fine,” she said her eyes still scanning the room. She looked over though, eventually, and she felt her eyes widen. Now she very much admired him. ”Oh goodness,” she said before even being able to contain herself. Naomi supported anything French, and he had been on the French league right out of school. ”You’re Perini,” she said with a slightly goofy grin, reminding him in case he had amnesia and had forgotten. ”Wow.” |
who: FABIANO PERINI ooc: nudge for changes, love! |