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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Mar 5, 2014 11:24:48 GMT -5
His eyes lingered on the pitch for only a moment before going back to the locker room and showering. he had an appointment with a boy who seemed very interested and probably qualified to become the next chaser on puddlemere. He knew they weren't open yet, but the kid seemed to still be in school, at least for this year. He ran a hand through his wet hair and got dressed in his muggle clothing. Hopefully it wouldnt' take too long, but he couldn't deny they got along on the owl. Still trying to rack his mind, he couldn't come up with a single Jamie. Yet the boy knew all of the puddlemere team? Something wasn't adding up, but perhaps when he actually met he kid, things would fall into place. Kostas threw his bag over his shoulders and nodded a goodbye to his teammates as he walked further from the training pitch and apparated to the village of hogsmeade. He rubbed the back of his neck, ducking into the three broomsticks. It would be hogsmeade weekend, and people knew his face. He was in the tabloids more often than his managers would like him to be. Purely because of his less than mature behavior. He took a seat at a table in the back, a seat facing the door in case the young boy was looking for him. Kostas opened his play book, looking over the new plays they had to memorize for the next practice. When the waitress came by he ordered a water and a butterbeer, he assumed for the student.
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Post by ELIZABETH JAMIE WOOD on Mar 5, 2014 12:13:40 GMT -5
 A woman’s t-shirt that supported the Puddlemere United Quidditch team, a pair of tight fitting jeans and some trainers. Jamie had met plenty of Quidditch players in her lifestyle but couldn’t help but me a bit nervous meeting Kostas. She had gone to school with him but that had been years ago and they definitely didn’t run in the same social circle. She ran a hand quickly through her long hair, keeping her hair in waves today. One more quick look into the mirror, making sure her makeup was okay since she was still getting the hang of it and she was out of the door. It took a bit to walk from the Gryffindor tower down to Hogsmeade, especially with people walking slow in front of her. Yet before long she was in the small wizarding town zig-zagging around overexcited younger students to get to the Three Broomsticks. Did no one follow Quidditch like she did and didn’t even realize that there was a professional seeker in the three broomsticks? Jamie entered the tavern letting her eyes go around the place before spotting Kotas. She smiled before walking over towards. “Kotas?” Jamie asked with a smile even though she knew it was him. It also kind of gave it away since he was looking over a playbook. “Hi, I’m Jamie.” She told him with a smile before sitting in the seat across from him. “What play are you looking over?” She asked curiously trying to read it upside down. She had seen her dad’s playbooks and knew that most of the time teams reused old plays.
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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Mar 5, 2014 12:30:41 GMT -5
The only things he really enjoyed reading was the book that lay ahead of him. He flipped through the pages curiously, looking at the new play that they'd been trying out lately. It wasn't too difficult, but unusual, which interested Kostas entirely. He took a drink of his water when it came to the table, setting the butterbeer across from him. A voice sounded from beside him and Kostas looked up, closing his book with a smile. The face was not who he expected. A girl. A fairly lovely one. He looked at her curiously until she introduced herself. "Jamie?" He raised an eyebrow. That wasn't what he was expecting. He chuckled, and moved the book away, "None of your business." He gave her a cheeky grin and nodded to the seat. "It's a simple sweep play, nothing too interesting." He watched her curiously. She was Jamie. Had he seen her around? Possibly, but Kostas was often too self absorbed to really get his head out of the clouds long enough to notice others. "It's nice to meet you. Can't say you were what I expected." Then he put a hand over his face, "Pretend I said that in a non-sexist way." He'd just been pleasantly surprised, is all he really meant. He peeked at her from behind his hand.
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Post by ELIZABETH JAMIE WOOD on Mar 5, 2014 14:55:55 GMT -5
There seemed to be a bit of a surprised look on Kostas’ face as Jamie introduced herself. It didn’t bother her though; she was used to people not expecting her to be Jamie. As much as she hated to admit it she did look like more of an Elizabeth but the name was far too girly for her personality. She gave him a small grin as he hid the playbook away from her. It could have been one of her father’s plays. That had been one of his favorite things besides being a keeper was creating the plays. “C’mon it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” She argued a bit just curious to see if he would cave in to her. If not she would see the playbook eventually, when she joined the team. “Oh if it’s that simple then I probably used it for my team.” Puddlemere didn’t do simple and if it truly was just a sweep play he would have let her look because they were common plays and not anything top secret. As he said she wasn’t what he expected she knew immediately where this was headed. And it was confirmed when he hid his face in his hand and told her to not find the previous comment sexist. “You’re fine. Jamie is a unisex name and quidditch isn’t the first thing on the mind of girls my age.” She said smiling and laughing a bit. The shock when people found out she was a girl would never get old. It was part of the reason she loved the name Jamie. “My actual name is Elizabeth but no one calls me that anymore.” She informed him only then noticing the butterbeer on the table. Kostas had water so that meant he had ordered her a butterbeer. “Is this for me? Thanks.” She said as she picked up the beverage and took a small sip before setting it back down.
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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Mar 5, 2014 18:03:15 GMT -5
Kostas smirked at her refusal to let him pull the book away, "Then you won't need to see them again." He teased the girl. The more he saw her the more he found her attractive which was dangerous because Kostas knew he always chased what he wanted. Part of being a seeker. And part of being a spoiled brat for most of his life. She was pushy, that was a nice quality, most girls weren't around him. Which was quite alright for him. He really shouldn't be looking at hte girl like she was attractive. There had to be much more to her, and besides, she was young. Not by much, though, he figured. "So, you're planning on joining Puddlemere, what? Next year?" He asked, knowing they only scouted sixth and seventh years. Even if they did have parents high and up in the quidditch world. Either way, this was a ploy to get an age out of her. "It's a good change as far as I'm concerned. More girls should be like you. Then maybe I'd have something to talk to them about." He made a face, knowing he didn't have too much to talk to girls about, there were many better things to do than talk as far as Kostas was concerned. But he didn't mind a bit of light entertainment here and there. "No problem." He remarked, nodding to the butterbeer. "Anything in particular you want to talk about?" He asked, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table.
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Post by ELIZABETH JAMIE WOOD on Mar 5, 2014 19:17:31 GMT -5
Jamie raised her eyebrow as he didn’t give in to her. Good for him for having some sort of backbone. She had met too many guys who would do whatever she said because it was highly likely she would kick their arse. “Fine. I don’t need to see it. My team probably carries out the play better anyways.” She told him confidently. Gryffindor was a good team this year and would definitely be a hard team to beat. Were they ranked the same as Puddlemere? No, but that didn’t mean if they ever had the chance to play against a professional team that they wouldn’t hold their own at least for a little bit. She was sure she could play the best because Puddlemere was looking at her for a reason. “Yes, I graduate in the spring. So after that I’ll probably be put on the reserve team unless there is an injury or they realize I’m better than one the chasers you guys have already.” She was pretty confident in herself to get a starting position early on. No one had the training or experience she did; no one else (besides her brother) had the parents she had. “But if more girls were like me, I wouldn’t be special anymore. I would be like everyone else.” She informed him. Jamie rather liked knowing a lot about quidditch and being one of the guys. Sure there were plenty of girls who played quidditch but no one obsessed over the sport like she did. She took another sip of her butterbeer as she wondered exactly where this conversation would go. Would it be all about quidditch? Not that she would mind that since she was sure she could talk about it forever with Kostas. “As long as you don’t make me recite your stats or any Puddlemere player stats I’m up for any sort of conversation.” She said with a small laugh knowing she would probably creep him out with her knowledge. “And I’m not going to ask you how it is being a professional quidditch player because I already know about that life.”
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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Mar 5, 2014 19:58:25 GMT -5
Overconfident. Headstrong. Interesting. Her eyes were so blue, he was intrigued by them. Her ego matching his own. that couldnt' be a good mix, could it? Still, he'd just have to last through a meeting with her. "Good to aim high, I was the same way." He smiled at her, "Spring huh? You sure you going for puddlemere then? Not going to change your mind and swing over to the falcons?" He teased, knowing what he obviously favored. Puddlemre was often the top. So much that people often resented them. "Certainly not special in that way. Though I think there's more to you than quidditch, right?" Things that would make her special besides it. He couldn't find much special about him, undoubtedly because everything about him was. Kostas heard her and laughed slightly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, "I won't be asking you for stats then." he snickered thinking of a better question, "How about this, then? Any opinion on how the Arrows will go?" He asked about the upcoming game for his team. He thought they fared well. The chasers have been doing pretty well as of recently. He's been getting really good about the snitch lately. Hasn't missed one for at least a season, if not longer.
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Post by ELIZABETH JAMIE WOOD on Mar 5, 2014 22:54:21 GMT -5
Unknown to Kostas, besides Jamie knowing his stats she also knew what the tabloids said about him. How could she not? Even if she didn’t read them she heard the gossip in the castle and anything that was slightly involved Quidditch she listened in on. He didn’t seem like the egotistical bastard that the tabloids made him out to be. “It has to be Puddlemere. My family already has a bunch of gear for the team. They would be pissed if they had to buy all new things.” She said with a laugh. Her father had been pissed that Puddlemere took so long to offer her up but once they did Jamie knew her decision was made. It would be easy to get a starting position on one of the other teams but she would have to work hard for Puddlere and she loved a challenge. “I hope there is. I mean I haven’t dug that deep down to find myself or whatever.” She said with a chuckle, teasing. There was more to her than quidditch but quidditch was a big part of her life. And she was stubborn, funny, and mature (at times) and she had a good sense of fashion when she tried. Those things mattered, right? “Yeah no use to tell you information you already know.” Well he should know his own stats because Jamie definitely knew hers. “Arrows obviously don’t stand a chance.” Jamie said matter-of-factly. “And that’s not just because you’re sitting here. I would tell you if you were going to lose. But the arrows don’t have the speed or dynamics to win. Sure there chasers might get them a few points but I don’t see the match lasting long. There seeker has come a long but the guy doesn’t measure up to you. So if you play at like 50% and everyone else at about 75%, it should be an easy day.” Jamie said just geeking out a bit but her eyes lit up as she talked about the sport.
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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Mar 5, 2014 23:36:27 GMT -5
He watched her features when she described why it would be puddlemere, but despite the main focus on her family- he could tell it was what she wanted to. He hoped she got it, then. For her sake. He knew there weren't any weak-link chasers right now. But injuries happened. Not that he didn't enjoy his teammates, he did. They were just far more of a team than him. Chasers and keepers were a niche of their own and the seekers often saddled up with the beaters. If mere sake that they watch out for the speed demons. He laughed at her teasing, "I'd recommend some serious meditating if that's the case. Or you know, you can just sort of never know?" He shrugged, knowing which path he chose. He could care less about reflecting inwards. He spent enough time in his own head to begin with. Honestly, outward thinking would be refreshing. Not that it mattered. He was completely in love with himself. "I think people get more fucked up the more they know about themselves." He admitted, taking another drink of water, not even realizing his language. It was just how he spoke. Writing was different. Though he had to be good in writing, speech was his own. And societal pressures were not going to take that from him. He's british, besides. They never spoke appropriately. The girl's eyes brightened at the topic and he couldn't help but grin and watch her rant. She was entirely dependent on them winning and had quite a lot of facts to back it up. He considered the information she threw at him, "true, but the arrowheads have a history of mixing things up. Jones particularly. He has too many trick throws, nearly gets a shot everytime. I don't question the adequacy of Puddlemere's Keep, though. Just that they will be a relatively good challenge this year." So this is what they would do? Sit, drink, and talk about Quidditch? He leaned back in his chair, grinning at her- perfectly content at the conclusion.
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Post by ELIZABETH JAMIE WOOD on Mar 6, 2014 0:41:04 GMT -5
“I could never sit still long enough to meditate. Or I would just end up falling asleep.” Jamie said with a slight shrug of her shoulders as she thought about actually meditating. “But I do try to do some yoga but that is more intense stretching then meditating.” Apparently yoga was a form of meditation but she didn’t believe that. She just practiced it so her muscles weren’t tight all the time from flying. When he swore it didn’t faze Jamie one bit. She had an older brother and she could swear like a sailor sometimes during matches. “And can you imagine that we don’t even want to know about ourselves but other people do? Now that’s fucked up.” Jamie pointed as she leaned forward. She had no problem with other people but if she didn’t even know herself why would people commit themselves to her. She knew it wouldn’t take much too actually find herself, well it would but she was scared that she might find out she wanted to do more with her life. And Jamie was fine with the way life was going right now and didn’t want them to change. “Do you pay attention to stats at all? Yes, Jones has a wide range of trick shots and can usually get a shot off. But his percentage is only so high because of the teams they have played against. They haven’t gone up of one team that measures up to them or Puddlemere so of course he’s going to look good. I think the last team was even using a reserve beater so a bludger rarely came near him. You can think they are a contender if that will make you play better but everything proves that Puddlemere will come away with the win.” Jamie told him now leaning back slightly in her chair as if challenging him to contradict her information. Arrows were a good enough team but one teammate couldn’t win them a match.
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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Mar 6, 2014 13:16:21 GMT -5
He nodded at the mention of yoga. He assumed it was a muggle thing. But wasn't sure. He wouldn't ask. Besides she said it was a more extreme meditation? He'd accept that answer. "Nah, they don't want to really know about us. Just what they want to hear." He said, keeping the bitterness out of his tone as he took another drink of water. He knew his reputation. And he knew what people thought when they met him. He was perfectly ok with it for the most part because he knew what he does. He's a partygoer, he doesn't have lasting relationships. And is not really an upstanding citizen. But there had to be something more to him, but Kostas was not about to look for himself. He was good enough as he was. Focusing on quidditch was more important than being someone that a father would want for his daughter. She asked if he even looked at stats, and he rolled his eyes. She was certainly sassy. "I know puddlemere will come away with the win, but I don't want my team slacking by any means." He grinned, "It's nice to hear from someone who's just as invested in it as I am." Did he ask about her stats now? He wasn't really sure how to act in this situation. She wasn't exactly his normal company.
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Post by ELIZABETH JAMIE WOOD on Mar 6, 2014 20:36:12 GMT -5
Out of most people Kostas would understand why people were bothersome. Jamies actually liked the company of people and would be known as popular in Hogwarts but she also didn’t have her pictures in the tabloids every week. She would hate if people gossiped about her life and every little thing she did. So Kostas got around with woman. Most men did but not all men were famous quidditch seekers. “There are a few people in our lifetime, if we are lucky who would want to get to know us.” She told him knowing that they would eventually fall in love with someone and spill their soul or someone would fall in love with them and want to know everything. “True, some people do it for the attention or are just assholes.” And we call those people reporters but Jamie wasn’t going to say that. They tabloids haven’t said anything bad about her yet and her name had only been in the Quidditch magazines a few times talking about how she had such a legacy to live up too. “They won’t slack. They never do. And if one of the chasers does slack you can remind them that there is a prodigy chaser graduating from Hogwarts in the spring that is gunning for a starting position.” Jamie said with a smirk and a wink before taking another sip of the butterbeer. “It is nice to meet someone who almost has as most knowledge about Quidditch as I do. Talking to my father and hearing the same old stories gets repetitive after a while.” She teased as she thought about telling him who her father was. Kostas had to know him. Her father still worked for the Puddlemere organization and was a bit of a legend when it came to the keeper position.
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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Mar 7, 2014 19:59:33 GMT -5
A romantic? Maybe the Seeker should get the hell out at this point. He was not going to hit on a girl who's seventeen. He told himself that, but wasn't entirely certain that he would. Afterall, she was pretty. And what was one time? "Anyone would want to get to know you, I think." Kostas admitted honestly. She was young, pretty, talented, and undoubtedly smart. Why not? He's here, obviously, asking more questions than he thought he would. "I'm just more in tuned with knowing the assholes." Then smiled, "Myself being one of them." Kostas teased, but knew it was true. Maybe if he kept saying it, she'd believe it too, and then he wouldnt' have to be responsible, she could just run off on her own will. A prodigy. He smiled, "Oh, I will." He chuckled, knowing he didn't have to, because everyone on puddlemere loved their position as much as he did. Her father came up again, and Kostas again tried to put a name to the face. He didn't know their last name, which probably was by her purpose. He wondered why she didn't really want him to know. "What sort of stories?" He ignored her competitive comment. Realizing he didn't care what a seventeen year old thought she knew. Obviously she held this about herself as a sort of proving herself, and Kos decided not to rain on that.
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Post by ELIZABETH JAMIE WOOD on Apr 4, 2014 22:03:20 GMT -5
It still shocked Jamie slightly that she was having a drink with the Puddlemere United seeker. Whenever she was around her father the quidditch players were always polite around her and perfect gentlemen. Yet that was also when she was younger and none of them have seen her in recent years. “I guess so. I should also consider myself lucky that you have decided to get to know me a bit by having a drink with me.” Jamie told him with a smile. People got to know her all the time. She had real friends and some fake friends who only used her as a status symbol. Jamie was definitely one of the more popular girls at Hogwarts but that was because she was funny and destined to go on to play professionally. Even some pureblood snobs liked to be around her. “Well you’re not that much of an asshole. I mean you agreed to meet a Hogwarts student you didn’t know. And you thought I was a guy. I’m guessing being female turned out to be a bit of a plus.” Jamie said teasing him back as she took a sip of her butterbeer. He couldn’t be that bad and so far the conversation was going well. He had taken an interest in her, which she couldn’t help but like. Sure she had boyfriends before but no one like Kostas Warrington had ever taken an interest in her before. So far she saw no downside in being a professional quidditch player if it meant guys like Kostas paid attention to her. “Good. They will probably believe you more than management.” Jamie said with a shrug as if it wasn’t a big thing the management of Puddlemere United talked about her. They had been talking about her since she was born because her father had this life planned out for her since day one. “Oh my father was the keeper a few years back. So him and all his mates tell stories of the glory days. I swear my father wouldn’t have given up Quidditch if my mother didn’t make him. She played Quidditch too but knew when to stop once she wanted a family.” Jamie explained not wanting to give him her last name yet. Wood was a famous last name in the Quidditch world and she didn’t want Kostas to run off yet.
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