Quidditch
Puddlemere United Captain
Beater
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Dec 29, 2016 7:23:06 GMT
Post by Alec Wayland on Dec 29, 2016 7:23:06 GMT
Alec Wayland had one of the most recognizable faces in all of the wizarding UK. It smiled and winked from the covers of magazines and decorated the bedroom walls of little Quidditch fans. He was the young and attractive captain of the league's oldest and currently most successful Quidditch team and that afforded him a degree of celebrity. Most days he was happy to oblige his fans with autographs and chats where he doled out advice about the game and encouraged them to pursue their dreams of playing professionally. Why not? Each player on the team started out as a dreaming novice. Even him.
Today, however, he encountered a very aggressive group of middle aged women who'd enjoyed his multi page spread in the latest Witch Weekly, particularly the one photo where he was shirtlessly smoldering at the camera. Alec had been out for a mid morning shopping trip when the women accosted him, pulling at his shirt and asking him very uncomfortable and leading questions with winks of their own. He managed to give them the slip and fled through the streets at a brisk but direct walk. The Quidditch player thought he'd lost them somewhere by the quill shop but heard their voices carrying on the wind, chattering about how they couldn't believe it was The Alec Wayland. Honestly he doubted if they had any real interest in Quidditch aside from ogling the players.
Alec ducked down an ally and followed it through 'til he was back on the main drag before heading for cover through the first door he found. It brought him to The Three Broomsticks and he immediately stooped down low, creeping over to the window so he could pop his head up just enough to watch for his assailants. He kept crouched low for several seconds before a sound from behind startled the Quidditch player. He wobbled ungracefully and fell backwards, landing on his coveted bum with an "Oof!" He was tall, maybe not especially so but even the men who just barely surpassed average height fell harder than normal people.
He stood up and brushed himself off, pressing his frame against the wall next to the window before he took time to observe the space. Yep, it was the pub and it was so empty that he could possibly mistake it for being closed.. Or maybe it was closed and someone had been careless with the door. There was a blonde woman at the bar who looked vaguely familiar... Hogwarts, something about her said Hogwarts. "Um... Hi--Hello.. Do you mind if I lay low here for a moment?" Alec's voice was barely above a whisper. The former Slytherin eased over just enough to peer out the window again, snapping back against the wall when he spotted one of the women wandering just across the street. __________________________ Meg Ashland |
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Bartender at the Three Broomsticks
Lab Assistant
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24 years old
Hufflepuff Alumnus
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PLAYED BY Mego
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Dec 31, 2016 8:04:58 GMT
Post by Meg Ashland on Dec 31, 2016 8:04:58 GMT
Not much happening in a pub before noon, unsurprisingly. Not much happening in a Meg, either. The girl was much more used to working nights - and it showed. From the reluctant way she agreed to open for her sick coworker, to the absolute zombie she was playing as she prepared the pub for the day...Meg was clearly not a morning person. Coffee helped, a little, and by mid-morning Meg was something akin to awake and alert. Still, it was probably a good thing there were no customers yet.
That, eventually, had to change. She knew this, and Meg put on her best smile as she heard the front door open - but, there was no one there. Meg turned her head just slowly enough to miss her first customer of the day duck down upon entering. She scrunched her eyebrows together, standing up. She would have just blamed the wind...but the wind couldn't both open the door and then shut it again, could it? Meg peered over the bar and what she saw there left her very wide awake.
Alec Wayland! Alec Wayland was in her bar! Crouching, for some reason...but still! Alec Wayland! The smile that never really left Meg's face turned undeniably authentic as she observed the handsome Quidditch star. Meg was a big Alec Wayland fan. And Puddlemere fan, she supposed...but man, that captain of theirs! Meg may or may not have had a poster of the man hanging on her bedroom wall at home, even if such activities were reserved for teenage witches.
But you know, she didn't really expect him to be so...strange. Meg realized she was staring - nothing strange there, the last time she'd seen the man in person she'd stared then, too - but it was more his behavior that caught her attention this time. Why was he down on the floor, peeking out of the window? Meg tried to see what he was looking at but nothing looked amiss to her outside. She cleared her throat to get his attention, prompting the man to fall flat on his bum. Meg bit her lip and tried not to laugh, going over to that end of the bar to offer a hand - man could stay on a tiny broomstick hundreds of feet up in the air, and he still fell on his bum just like the rest of them.
He did pick himself up rather quickly, though. Meg took her sweet time watching him get up - you know, to make sure he was alright - so she felt just a bit caught off-guard when Alec Bloody Wayland addressed her, eyes going wide. Right. She was working. At her bar. As the bartender. Meg tried to physically repress the color spreading in her cheeks to no avail.
But honestly, Alec didn't seem like he'd be too worried about that right now. He was whispering, for some reason, and back to peeking out of the window. "Of course," Meg said, concern coloring her voice. Even if it was to Alec Wayland himself, Meg was always willing to lend a hand. Both hands, really, and a cup of warm butterbeer to go along with them. It was just in her nature, to help. "You can come sit back here...you know, if you want. Are you alright?" She beckoned him behind the bar.
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