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emjay · 02-19-2015, 05:35 AM

SPOILER!!: Giles

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Originally Posted by Bazinga

“I did, how did Rebecca take that one?” He knew it was going to come out eventually, but it would have been probably better for Muirgen if she would have been able to tell it first.”[/b] Stupid media, shouldn’t have jumped in the personal life like that. “Did you see the misprint on Kieran. It said he hadn’t been there for long.” He chuckled at the thought, “Obviously it was a new writer or something.” He had played against the man when he was a player and not just a manager. “Where every you want to go we can go. We have a few award things that will come up too, so that could be a good place to get all dressed up.” He never went to those sport awards banquets but since he would have such a beautiful date he might reconsider.

He saw the falter, “I’m fine just a thought is all.” The broken bones were healed that day and the swelling was gone within the day. He just hadn’t realized the type of arm his exteam mate really had. “You are and I’m glad she is defending you.” Not that he wanted the Catapults to get too many points ahead of the Cannons, he did have a team to play for, but he didn’t like seeing his girlfriend hurt if there was someone there to help keep her safe. “Yeah me too, it is something to get used to, but I’d rather just slam bludgers at people that I don’t plan on kissing later.” Leaning over he kissed her cheek. “Maybe, I mean I’ve seen her smile once or twice. It’s usually when the owner is around though.” Honestly he didn’t know how she had gotten as far as she did in the business with the attitude she kept.

“It is. Enzo and I seem to connect well and can guard the chasers pretty easily. HIs experience has come in handy. It’s easier to blend with one that has the experience then one that is just starting out trying to prove something.” He was new once so he got it, but it was still annoying as you were trying to have a smooth flow to the game and got a bludger hitting crazy newbie cramping the style. He chuckled as she talked about the shirt, “Yes I’d like to have a fan wearing my shirt in the stands.” Not that he didn’t have fans, but knowing she was sitting there just made it better.

“No not at all, he has talked about these smoothies that his son or adopted son makes, but other than that we do what we want really. As long as we are winning, I don’t think he’d interfere like Rebecca. She mettles too much.” That was something he didn’t like about the woman. Well one of the many things. Looking at the menu he put it down and waved over the server. “I’m going to have the chicken this evening.” He said to both of them really. Being handed the wine he poured two glasses and set the one in front of her.

Esme remembered the bet that they had made with Muirgen that she'd have to tell Rebecca about her seeing the Kestrels manager if she lost, though she thought of it as more a joke even if she went through on her own bet. No problem there at all. But she wouldn't have really wanted her teammate to have to say anything because she felt personal lives should stay private. Obviously certain magazines disagreed. "I'm not sure if she saw it, to be honest," she shrugged then took a sip of water. "You'd think she would have flipped if she had.." Though there had been a snide comment that made her think that maybe she had read it. She laughed a little humorously as he asked if she had seen the misprint and she nodded. "New.. or obviously not a sports writer, just interested in gossip." That was just one of the things that annoyed her about the article. The writer obviously didn't do their homework at all. Her annoyed expression softened as Giles continued and she smiled widely as he mentioned the awards banquets. She usually found them stuffy and boring, but maybe it could be fun to dress up and go with a date. "That would be nice.. I think I'd like that."

She watched him carefully, nodding at his words. "I know you are," she said softly. "I just.." She briefly closed her eyes before looking at him again. "It was a terrible thing to witness. But I'm glad you're alright now." She knew bludger hits were routine, but he sight of that one hit her really hard. It was something of a weird feeling. She had never dated a fellow Quidditch player before. It was hard to see her teammates and friends hit, but her boyfriend was on a different level even. And he probably put it best. She chuckled at his words. "I'd much rather get kissed than hit by a bludger," she said, grinning at the kiss on the cheek. And she laughed as he joked about Rebecca. 'You have to be glad you don't have to put up with her nonsense anymore." She didn't really know Harvey Gunter that well, but he had to be better than her manager. Or at least he seemed it.

Nodding, Esme listened as he talked about his experiences with his new team. She vaguely remembered that Enzo had played before - Puddlemere maybe - and he seemed like a decent enough person, but she liked to see for herself. She couldn't always when she played as she was focused on her own performance and the other chasers. But she was glad that Giles was having a good time settling in and getting into a routine with his other half. "Oh, I'm sure you have plenty of fans in the stands wearing your shirt," she smiled. "But I'd love to join them." It would be really fun to cheer him on.

Smoothies.. that was a little odd and she gave a bemused chuckle. "That's good. I think that's the way it should be as long as everyone is reasonable." She could see if players started getting out of shape or were just eating poorly, then maybe something needed to be enforced. But Rebecca was just ridiculous with the way she made such a presence in their lives. Oh and there was the server. She nodded as Giles placed his order and she glanced down at the menu to confirm what she had thought, then looked up to place her own order. "I will have the grilled salmon with brown rice, please." She smiled as he poured her a glass of wine, picking it up as he set the glass in front of her and she lifted it to her lips.

02-19-2015, 05:35 AM	#190 (permalink)
emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,079 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent SPOILER!!: Giles Quote: Originally Posted by Bazinga “I did, how did Rebecca take that one?” He knew it was going to come out eventually, but it would have been probably better for Muirgen if she would have been able to tell it first.”[/b] Stupid media, shouldn’t have jumped in the personal life like that. “Did you see the misprint on Kieran. It said he hadn’t been there for long.” He chuckled at the thought, “Obviously it was a new writer or something.” He had played against the man when he was a player and not just a manager. “Where every you want to go we can go. We have a few award things that will come up too, so that could be a good place to get all dressed up.” He never went to those sport awards banquets but since he would have such a beautiful date he might reconsider. He saw the falter, “I’m fine just a thought is all.” The broken bones were healed that day and the swelling was gone within the day. He just hadn’t realized the type of arm his exteam mate really had. “You are and I’m glad she is defending you.” Not that he wanted the Catapults to get too many points ahead of the Cannons, he did have a team to play for, but he didn’t like seeing his girlfriend hurt if there was someone there to help keep her safe. “Yeah me too, it is something to get used to, but I’d rather just slam bludgers at people that I don’t plan on kissing later.” Leaning over he kissed her cheek. “Maybe, I mean I’ve seen her smile once or twice. It’s usually when the owner is around though.” Honestly he didn’t know how she had gotten as far as she did in the business with the attitude she kept. “It is. Enzo and I seem to connect well and can guard the chasers pretty easily. HIs experience has come in handy. It’s easier to blend with one that has the experience then one that is just starting out trying to prove something.” He was new once so he got it, but it was still annoying as you were trying to have a smooth flow to the game and got a bludger hitting crazy newbie cramping the style. He chuckled as she talked about the shirt, “Yes I’d like to have a fan wearing my shirt in the stands.” Not that he didn’t have fans, but knowing she was sitting there just made it better. “No not at all, he has talked about these smoothies that his son or adopted son makes, but other than that we do what we want really. As long as we are winning, I don’t think he’d interfere like Rebecca. She mettles too much.” That was something he didn’t like about the woman. Well one of the many things. Looking at the menu he put it down and waved over the server. “I’m going to have the chicken this evening.” He said to both of them really. Being handed the wine he poured two glasses and set the one in front of her. Esme remembered the bet that they had made with Muirgen that she'd have to tell Rebecca about her seeing the Kestrels manager if she lost, though she thought of it as more a joke even if she went through on her own bet. No problem there at all. But she wouldn't have really wanted her teammate to have to say anything because she felt personal lives should stay private. Obviously certain magazines disagreed. "I'm not sure if she saw it, to be honest," she shrugged then took a sip of water. "You'd think she would have flipped if she had.." Though there had been a snide comment that made her think that maybe she had read it. She laughed a little humorously as he asked if she had seen the misprint and she nodded. "New.. or obviously not a sports writer, just interested in gossip." That was just one of the things that annoyed her about the article. The writer obviously didn't do their homework at all. Her annoyed expression softened as Giles continued and she smiled widely as he mentioned the awards banquets. She usually found them stuffy and boring, but maybe it could be fun to dress up and go with a date. "That would be nice.. I think I'd like that." She watched him carefully, nodding at his words. "I know you are," she said softly. "I just.." She briefly closed her eyes before looking at him again. "It was a terrible thing to witness. But I'm glad you're alright now." She knew bludger hits were routine, but he sight of that one hit her really hard. It was something of a weird feeling. She had never dated a fellow Quidditch player before. It was hard to see her teammates and friends hit, but her boyfriend was on a different level even. And he probably put it best. She chuckled at his words. "I'd much rather get kissed than hit by a bludger," she said, grinning at the kiss on the cheek. And she laughed as he joked about Rebecca. 'You have to be glad you don't have to put up with her nonsense anymore." She didn't really know Harvey Gunter that well, but he had to be better than her manager. Or at least he seemed it. Nodding, Esme listened as he talked about his experiences with his new team. She vaguely remembered that Enzo had played before - Puddlemere maybe - and he seemed like a decent enough person, but she liked to see for herself. She couldn't always when she played as she was focused on her own performance and the other chasers. But she was glad that Giles was having a good time settling in and getting into a routine with his other half. "Oh, I'm sure you have plenty of fans in the stands wearing your shirt," she smiled. "But I'd love to join them." It would be really fun to cheer him on. Smoothies.. that was a little odd and she gave a bemused chuckle. "That's good. I think that's the way it should be as long as everyone is reasonable." She could see if players started getting out of shape or were just eating poorly, then maybe something needed to be enforced. But Rebecca was just ridiculous with the way she made such a presence in their lives. Oh and there was the server. She nodded as Giles placed his order and she glanced down at the menu to confirm what she had thought, then looked up to place her own order. "I will have the grilled salmon with brown rice, please." She smiled as he poured her a glass of wine, picking it up as he set the glass in front of her and she lifted it to her lips. __________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________ ended like a moth in flames______________________ ______________________don't you worry I'll be fine _________________________________________________you were good for the plot line