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yourstrulyrita​:

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Well, to be perfectly honest, at this precise moment, she didn’t know what she wanted from her, but she was sure there would be something eventually. She took a bite of her meal and chewed it slowly, giving it a thought. “The problem is that I can’t really think of anything at the moment” she confessed after sipping her drink. 

“So how about… a favor?”  She offered. “Whenever I want, whatever I need” Rita had ways of making sure that the woman would keep her promise, otherwise she will personally destroy her in the paper and she will not do it under a pseudonym. She looked at her with a curious gaze. “What do you say?” She asked.

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Lucinda knew that it was a possibility that Rita wouldn’t want to get involved or would tell her to go away. But the fact that she hadn’t done that so far and she seemed to be going along with her was a somewhat good sign. It was just important to her that she get this information and bring it back to the team. They would owe her. 

At her words, Lucinda looked at her curiously. She was quiet for a moment as she considered her suggestion. On one hand she wasn’t sure if Rita could be trusted. But on the other it was only fair that Rita get something out of this deal as well. Finally, she nodded her head. “We have a deal,” Lucinda replied. “I’lll owe you a favor, no questions asked. Now give me the name.” 

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Where: Delirium Who: Luce and Emma @emmxvanity​

It was rare that Lucinda had more than two days off in a row so she had decided to take advantage of it and go out. Delirium was packed, which she loved to see for Alecto, but it made it difficult to maneuver through the throng of people. She had been dancing with an attractive guy for the last few songs, but she had finally cut it off, wanting a drink. It was always hard for her to judge whether people were interested in her for her or because they recognized her and wanted to be near a Quidditch star. Moving towards the bar, she bumped into someone.

She was about to snap when she recognized Emma. On the pitch, Lucinda couldn’t stand Emma Vanity. Mostly because of her talent, but also for her status as a captain. Captain was something that Lucinda dreamed of becoming one day, but she feared that the longer that she stayed with the Arrows the less likely it was to happen. It was something that she tried to not dwell on, she had plenty on her plate, but running into Emma always brought it out. But running into Emma at a bar? She didn’t mind seeing her nearly as much.

“Hey!” She greeted. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

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Where: Upscale bar Who: Lucinda and Bellatrix @lestrange-one​

Lucinda had been needing a night out and she had finally found time in her schedule to go out. Things were good, the Arrows were having a successful year so far and things with her brand were going well, and she thought that she deserved a night to go out and not worry about anything else. She had decided to go to one of her favorite bars in Diagon Alley, and she had been enjoying her night when she came back up to the bar to get another drink.

“Well, well, well, Bellatrix Lestrange. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Lucinda asked as she came up to the other woman at the bar. She had always admired Bellatrix. She had always been the type of woman that Lucinda had always wanted to be like, she was fierce and powerful and she knew what she wanted. They had both been Death Eaters, but she suspected that Bellatrix had probably been more broken up by the loss than Lucinda had ever been. But she could certainly appreciate the other woman’s passion and dedication to the cause. “How are you?”

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ofxcarrowsx​:

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“I mean I was going to assume that but you know….” Alecto was a rather confident person, almost bordering on cocky. But even she knew how to contain it. Sometimes anyway. It was a surprise really, because she usually couldn’t control it that well around her friends. They knew exactly who she was. She didn’t have to hide around them. “You have been busy. I almost forgot what your pretty face looked like.” But then again, she’d also been quite busy. There was a lot of rebuilding that had happened after the fall of the dark lord. She’d had to keep he business afloat, and make sure that she didn’t end up n prison. It had all ended up in a very busy time period.

“You better be gifting me some free clothes. You know I like to look my best.” She was of course joking a little. Alecto had more than enough money to actually buy her own clothes, but there had to have some perks with being friends with a designer right? “I miss you too….” She murmured with a smile. There were moments when Alecto could be genuine, and this was one of those times. “Well….” She mused, a little laugh on her lips. “I might have been a little busy with a certain Mr Macnair”

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She rolled her eyes but laughed. “You know, that ego of yours would almost be offensive if I didn’t know you so well,” she teased her with a smile. She didn’t actually think that she could ever truly hate Alecto, Lucinda didn’t have nearly enough people that she considered a real friend so she wasn’t looking to lose one. She nodded her head. “I have been busy,” she agreed. “I’m not sure how you could ever forget. Our team billboard in Diagon Alley would make that rather impossible, don’t you think? I quite love the picture that we picked for me,” she mused. “But I promise I will be better at making time for you going forward,” she told Alecto.

She laughed. “Of course,” she told her. “What are friends for, right?” She teased. She wasn’t entirely sure how Antonin would feel about that, she still sometimes wondered if she had made the right choice, but it was what it was. She smiled and nodded her head. “You better,” she teased with a smile. Raising an eyebrow at Alecto’s next words. “Mr. Macnair, hm? I didn’t see that one coming,” she mused, taking a sip from her drink. “How has that been, hm? Tell me everything.”

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antonalog​:

He’s quiet for a long time, dissecting everything she’s said and working to understand the implication. He appreciates her honesty and her courage for doing so. He will commend her for that. Admitting what she admitted. Humbling oneself was difficult under the best of circumstances and though they knew each other from their time under Voldemort, he doubted she knew much of his character outside of rumor. That meant this scenario was less than ideal. 

Antonin smiles then, a boyish charm softening the harshness of his features. “Zis is bigger committment zen I zought,” he lifts a hand to put on hold any objection she might offer, “I respect your courage for askink me. I vill help. I zink your vision has potential be very successful. But I pay for everyzink, I own half company. I vould like my seester be vorkink vith you. She very pretty. Very smart. She sell to lots of vomen in Russia. I vork out vhat she get paid from our percentages of company. I vant be able make decisions about products too. You agree?”

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Lucinda took a sip of her drink as she waited for Antonin to say something. It was uncomfortable, not knowing what he would think about her offer, and if he would even take it. Antonin was a difficult man to read and she usually prided herself as being able to read people. But he wore a very good mask. It was something that she had appreciated about him in the first place, and had been one of the reasons that she had gone to him for this. She had other people that she could go to but he had been the first on her list. She could start with things much quicker if he said yes, it would mean less meetings, but she would do whatever she had to.

When he finally spoke, she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. She had known that she was asking for a lot, but she had to be willing to put herself out there in order to be successful. When she opened her mouth to say something, he held his hand up, she allowed him to speak. He wanted to own half the company. She had known that she was asking for a lot, and he would be stupid to not push for that, all things considering. “I think that I want to meet your sister before we make anything official. I think it’s only fair that I get to know her as well,” she said. “But...I think that I could find those terms agreeable.”

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lightandpurity​:

♔

Lucius was proud to not have bet on whether or not Draco was too young for fawning over Quidditch players. The kid’s memory was too good since the game had been a while back. He tossed a sideways glance in his son’s direction and the smallest of smiles graced his lips. Draco was practically bouncing from being excited about Lucinda knowing his name. “Yes. And I want to play like you,” The child answered then glanced back up at his father.

The inability to say no when Draco pulled a doe-eyed look that was all too similar to his mother’s facial expression left Lucius looking at a spot over Lucinda’s shoulder. There was no doubt in his mind that Draco was on the verge of begging for a broom. Surprisingly, he didn’t blurt out an answer. “Yes,” Lucius sighed after a moment spent thinking things over. “Really?” The question from Draco earned a chuckle, with Lucius glancing back at Lucinda after giving a nod. “I would hope that is enough to keep him from asking about his next quidditch match,” He sighed. “Next thing you know, he’ll be asking for you to teach him instead of me.”

~

It was rather sweet, the way that Draco was so excited that she had remembered his name. Lucinda had always enjoyed the ego boost that always happened when she ran into a fan, but there was something that was even better when meeting a fan around Draco’s age. They were just so innocent and sweet, unlike some of the adult fans that seemed to believe that they were entitled to her time. “Oh, I’m sure that you will play even better than me someday. So long as you put in a lot of practice and work hard.”

It was an interesting dynamic, watching Lucius with his son. She was familiar with him as a fellow Death Eater, and there was something...soft about him as he looked down at his son. It was rather sweet, although she would never admit that to his face. Lucinda preferred to give him a hard time. Watching Draco’s eyes widen when Lucius agreed to get him a broom. “There are a lot of great starter brooms here,” she mused, glancing over at him. A smirk formed on her lips at his next words. “I mean you should always leave it to the professionals,” she teased. “I mean if you want me to show you a few things just let me know.”

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yourstrulyrita​:

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Truth was that while Rita genuinely enjoyed being on her own, there was another part of her that people just didn’t trust her enough to spend so much time with her. It was understandable. Thankfully, genetics blessed her with beauty, so whenever she started to feel lonely, she could easily find some form of entertainment. Relationships weren’t something she looked for, she had enough heartbreak with an ex boyfriend and her parents relationship to know that it was better to be alone. Besides, she had so much work to do!

Rita nodded her head as she listened to what she was saying and pressed her lips together. It wasn’t her, she couldn’t care less about quidditch and neither did her readers. But she could take a wild guess. “And what’s in for me?” She then asked, not mentioning if she knew or didn’t know who this person was.

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Lucinda didn’t like having to rely on someone else for information, but she had realized long ago that she couldn’t do it all herself. She had no idea who was writing that bullshit about her team and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. She wasn’t entirely sure what she would do when she had the information, but she would find a use for it. Even if they sat on it for a time, it would be better to know who it was that was saying things than to be where they currently were. It was humiliating and she wanted to put a stop to it.

Sitting there, she watched Rita. It was hard to know what was going through the other woman’s head at the moment, but she was hoping that she could convince her to give her what she wants. “Depends on what you want,” Lucinda replied. “I will find a way to make it worth your while,” she offered. She wasn’t quite sure what Rita would want in exchange for the information, but she would find a way to repay her. 

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hunterparkinson​:

♞

On paper, he and Lucinda should have gotten along swimmingly. They had grown up together, known each other for their entire lives. They had a million things in common, they really should have been best friends. But they were both far too competitive with each other. Maybe that was the reason they’d always been sworn enemies. That familiarity with each other pushed the drive to want to do better and be better. In some weird way, despite the amount the two of them seemingly hated each other, maybe they really were best friends. In the least conventional way possible.

Piling everything back into his arms, Hunter rolled his eyes before standing up straight again. “I could easily replace your shoes, but I don’t know why you’d ever put those things on your feet to begin with.” He scoffed slightly, tugging the broom back out of her hands, turning back towards the line at the register. “I took Pansy to see the Harpies play the Wasps and she said she wanted to play too. She was a big fan of Emma Vanity, said she wanted to be just like her when she grows up. So I figured I’d get everything she would need to be just like her.” Hunter explained, keeping his back to her as he spoke. He wasn’t even sure if she was listening, and he was certain that she didn’t care. But Pansy meant everything to him, he was willing to give her the world and he wanted everybody to know how much he cared for his niece.

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For as long as she could remember Lucinda had been in competition with Hunter. She couldn’t quite explain why they were like this, it was just how things were and always would be. But as messy as it was she had a hard time imagining a world where he wasn’t in it, driving her to be the best that she could be so she could beat Hunter. It wasn’t quite the same now that Hunter wasn’t playing anymore, but she would never admit that to anybody. Especially not Hunter, he would get the wrong idea and she didn’t want to give him any other reason to have a massive ego.

Watching him as he piled the things that he had dropped back into his arms, she rolled her eyes back at him, feeling very much like a fourteen year old again. “That’s rude,” she replied. “Someone’s in a crappy mood then? My shoes are fabulous, I can’t help that you have subpar taste.”  Lucinda walked with him towards the line at the register, figuring that she would pay and leave as well, she was wanting to get back home. “The Harpies? Please. Out of all the teams you could take her to you take her to the Harpies?” Lucinda scoffed. She had to admit that his dedication to his niece was rather sweet, although she would, again, never say it to his face. “I’ll get you Arrows tickets so you can come see a real team play,” she told him, placing a hand on her hips as she looked at him. “How old’s Pansy now? Five?” She asked. 

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ofxcarrowsx​:

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There was somewhat of a bond that developed when one was involved in something like the death eaters, and then managing to evade capture and being locked up. So it was no surprise that they were pretty close. It was what happened when the followers of the Dark Lord had mostly been filled with Men. In that case the women had to be close, and prove they were better than the men. Not that it was something that they talked about too much. One did have to be careful after all. She knew people were still out to get them in prison. and the last place that she wanted to be was in Azkaban.

“You do need to make more effort. I’d thought you’d forgotten about me.” The red head teased, a little smirk on her lips. Of course, she didn’t think that she could not easily forgotten. She was quite out there, and in people’s faces. If anything, she could probably actually be annoying. But she really did not care. “But we do….” She murmured with a little smile. “Can’t have you missing out on time with your favourite red head.”

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It worried her sometimes that there were people that were still looking for Death Eaters that had escaped notice in the aftermath of the war. She was trying to build an empire and a brand on her name and if something marred it than she would have nothing. Things with her mother had been tense in recent years and she had practically cut her off since her father’s death. She had money that she made from the team and from endorsements but she wanted more. She didn’t have old money like the Blacks or the Malfoys, she was making her way on her own. And she had very high standards for herself so her money didn’t always stretch as far as she wanted it to. So if she got caught as a former Death Eater it would ruin everything.

“Please, forget about you? I could never,” Lucinda retorted with a laugh. “I will admit that I’ve been busy lately,” she said with a sigh. “I have been working on building my brand I want to go into selling activewear and start my own clothing line,” she told Alecto. “So meetings with that have kept me rather busy. But I do miss you,” she said with a smile. “What have you been up to lately, hm?” 

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yourstrulyrita​:

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“Having dinner” she responded with a polite smile that did not falter when the woman decided to join her without asking for her approval. “Oh, darling. I enjoy my own company way too much to ever feel lonely” she then added and, for once, she wasn’t lying. She pittied those who had the pathological need to go around looking for company, no matter how atrocious it was. She didn’t have a formed opinion of Lucinda, but she did recognized her from quidditch and school.

Rita was very aware of how the world worked, no one came to her out of the kindness of their hearts, they all wanted something in exchange and she couldn’t say she was mad at it because she did the exact same. A girl’s gotta eat, right? “A little favor, you say” she repeated, humming the words slowly as her eyes scrutinized the woman in front of her. “How little is little?” She asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.

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“Well then I promise to be out of your hair rather quickly,” she told Rita. she wasn’t intending for this to take very long anyways, and she knew some journalists were funny about their dinner time. “I can respect that,” she replied. She had spent plenty of time alone over the years although it did get lonely sometimes. She did have a tendency of wanting to eat dinner with people rather than by herself, but sometimes it was nice to be by herself. Lucinda hadn’t bothered to introduce herself, she was sure that they had met before.

Lucinda nodded her head. She knew that Rita always wanted to have the best information and that she had made quite the name for herself. For that Lucinda could respect the other woman’s hustle. She had her own. “You don’t even need to get up,” she replied. “Look, there’s been this columnist at the Prophet that’s writing under a pseudonym. I’ve looked into them and there’s no such person that works there so I know it’s bullshit. They’re writing awful lies about the Arrows and I want to know who it is. I thought that maybe you would be willing to let me know who it is.”

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hunterparkinson​:

♞

Hunter was pleased that Pansy had began showing an interest in Quidditch. She definitely took after her uncle and he hoped that it wasn’t just another one of her phases. It seemed  she jumped from one interest to another in just a matter of weeks, but he was determined to keep her attention on quidditch. While she was out on a playdate with her mother and one of the other children her age, Hunter had gone down to Quality Quidditch Supplies to pick up everything she would need to learn how to play. A child-sized broomstick in hand, along with an armful of pads and polishes, he headed up towards the cash when somebody else bumped into him, knocking a few items out of his arms.

Of course he was pissed off that somebody bumped into him, but Hunter was polite enough to put up an act. That was, until he heard her voice. Any hint of a kind expression on his face vanished as he turned around to see Lucinda standing next to him. “I do believe you bumped into me, Lucinda,” Hunter hissed, eyes narrowing at her, “You’re lucky I didn’t have polish in my hands, otherwise it definitely would have been shattered.” He glared at the items that had landed on the floor. Thankfully it was just shin pads that fell. “Hold this.” He thrust the broom into her hands before she could protest and bent down, picking the pads up and placing them back into the precarious pile in his arm.

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Hunter Parkinson. If she had realized that she had bumped into him she would have reacted much differently. She couldn’t quite remember when their rivalry had started, it had been literal years at this point, but seeing him irritated her in a way that nobody else could. But at the same time she nearly smiled when she realized that it was him. After all what was a good rivalry if the other person fell off the face of the planet? She was also pleased to see that her appearance had irritated him, which was exactly what she hoped. For some reason she still saw him as the scrawny boy that her parents had always pushed her towards while the adults drank wine and talked about business while the two of them snuck away to argue over whose Quidditch team was superior. It was about time that she run into him and remind him who was the superior one here. 

“That’s because you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking,” she retorted. Lucinda glanced at the floor and at all of the things that he had been holding in his hands. There was an assortment of children’s quidditch supplies on the ground, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “Pansy finally take an interest in Quidditch, then?” She asked him. It upset her how much she knew about him and his life. “You are lucky that you didn’t have polish in your hands. It would have gotten all over me and I don’t think you could afford to replace my shoes,” she told him. She was about to open her mouth when he shoved the broom into her hands before she could tell him no. “What do I look like, your assistant?” She demanded, but she held the broom regardless of her complaints as he started to pick up all of the things that had fallen. 

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lightandpurity​:

“Wait, I know her,” Draco’s words left Lucius frozen, his tongue pressed against his cheek since he had been about ready to guide his son out of the store. He was toying with the idea of getting a training broom for Draco but it was an idea best run by Narcissa instead of following on a whim. That didn’t mean putting the idea in his son’s head was off the table though.

“We could have afforded to replace it,” Lucius shrugged since the plan of simply moving on from the shop had been thwarted by his son. “You were on the broom at the match father took me to,” Draco chimed in before Lucius could say anything else. “We’re looking at brooms for me.”

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Lucinda offered a smile to Lucius when she realized that she had run into him with his son. She glanced down at the little boy when he said that he knew her, a smug smile forming on her lips as she remembered Lucius’s insistance at the Ceilidh. “Hello,” she greeted the boy. “You’re Draco, aren’t you? I’m an old friend of your dad’s.” Lucinda could be a bitch and she was fully aware of that, but she did have a soft spot for children, especially when they recognized her. And she certainly wasn’t going to turn down the chance to tease Lucius.

“I’m sure you could have,” she said in agreement. But when Draco seemed to not want to move, she raised an eyebrow at Lucius. “You saw me play? I’m so glad to hear that you came to one of my matches.” Lucinda glanced at Lucius. “Is this going to be your first broom? I still remember mine.”

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ofxcarrowsx​:

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Alecto would argue that she didn’t have many friends. Most of it was probably her personality, and she really would not blame people. She was not the easiest person to get along with, and she was mostly concerned with herself over anyone else in this world. But there were a few people that she did consider her friends. People like Bellatrix, and Lucinda. So when the latter had invited her out to have a few drinks, she hadn’t said no. Of course it helped that they’d go to a different location than her bar. Whilst she sometimes she liked drinking there, it was annoying to be constantly bugged by her staff. So, another location was always preferable.

“I’ll always make time for you.” She murmured with a smile. It was true. Whilst she didn’t have many friends, the ones she did have, she really did care about. “but I’ve been good. Busy, but you know how the bar is.” She mused with a laugh. It was busy work, but she enjoyed it. “It has been too long! We need to get better at actually hanging out.”

~

There was certainly a bond between the two women after their time as Death Eaters. They had both been involved and managed to stay under the radar when all the arrests came. For that she was grateful that they had managed to get through that time and continue their friendship without having to worry much about the past. It wasn’t something that Lucinda spoke of very often, she didn’t want to see her Quidditch career end over a scandal, especially as she was working to start a brand that relied entirely on her status as a Quidditch player. 

“Me too,” she replied with a smile. It was a shame that the both of them were so busy these days, but it was good for them. She was glad that Alecto’s bar was doing so well, she would have to make more of an effort to stop in for drinks more. She nodded her head. “I am so glad to hear that it’s been doing so well. I’m going to have to make more of an effort to come in more,” she told her. “I know, I feel like I’ve been so busy lately I have had little time for anything. But that changes today. We are going to make an effort to hang out more,” she agreed. 

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antonalog​:

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“Zey reminded me of you, lucky guess as zey say,” he offers, all charm and good graces. This is not his first business lunch. Antonin had had countless meetings with associates, he was well versed in the art. This meeting was different though, it was being conducted in English and was for a legitimate business venture. At least, it was the hope for a new business; he needed ways to wash cash. One hand washes the other. 

“I am very glad to hear zis Lu-seen-da,” he pauses to take a sip of his tea, “Important ve grow. More profit if ve have more vomens buyink vhat ve sellink. So you vant make clozink? Blouses? Trousers? Azletic vear? Or is somezing different like Quidditch team?” H was curious what exactly her vision was and what sort of assistance she might need beyond the scope of financial investment. There was real opportunity for him in the business but he wanted to ensure it would be successful. 

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“Well it’s been a long time since I’ve had flowers in my house so I’m looking forward to keeping them in my living room,” she told him. It was kind of him to bring her flowers, although not surprising. From where Lucinda sat, it seemed like Antonin had integrated well into their society. She didn’t care what his business dealings with other people were like, so long as he kept it away from her business. She trusted him for his discretion, which was rather important to her, especially as she got closer to launching things. 

Lucinda nodded her head and took a sip of her own drink. “Of course. I’ve thought long and hard about what I would want people to take away from my brand and I would hate for any woman to feel ostracized. I am thinking of starting with athletic wear in the beginning as a test to see how interested women are in it and then slowly adding more products,” she explained. “Listen, Antonin. If we are going to go into business together than I think it’s important to be up front with you. I have an idea but I unfortunately am lacking in the financial side of things. Since my father died some years ago my family doesn’t have the money that we used to.” More like her mother didn’t want to give it to her. “It’s unfortunate but I think that this could be a good opportunity for the both of us.” 

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devilsxchildren​:

amycus could do little to hide the smirk that continued to pull at his lips as she complimented him. “ yes - i did see that they were doing rather well, i have to say i’m rather disappointed to have not received any special tickets to one of the matches yet” he was only pulling her leg, and yet he made a mental note to remind himself to buy some tickets for the next match. “ well i have been working hard on my new business - the best funeral directors in town” amycus chuckled, “ i meet all of the wealthiest widows” leaning sideways against one of the walls, he allowed his gaze to run up and down her. “ i think you should try one of those blue ones, it would look good on you”

~

Lucinda raised an eyebrow when he spoke. “If you wanted tickets to see me play all you ever had to do was ask, Mr. Carrow,” she replied with a smile. She made a mental note to have a representative from the team send him some for their next match in the coming weeks. Turning to face him fully, she nodded her head as he said he had been working hard. “Oh, i’m sure that you are the very best,” she agreed. “I always did think that when the Carrows set their mind on something they did it the right way. I think that we have that in common, don’t you think?” She asked. “The perks of the business,” she agreed with a laugh. “You think so?” She asked, glancing down at the blue dress. “The color does suit me.”

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Who: Lucinda & Open Where: Quality Quidditch Supplies, Diagon Alley  When: February

It always took her by surprise, how happy she always was whenever she walked into a Quidditch store. She was always struck by how lucky she was that she got to do something that she loved every day. She had no idea how much longer she would be able to play, most people retired by their thirties and she was getting dangerously close to it but she planned to push herself for as long as she could. Lucinda wasn’t looking for anything in particular, besides the usual broomstick polish for her beloved Comet. Grabbing her favorite brand of polish, she continued to wander the aisles of the store. She had come straight from practice so she was dressed far more casually than she typically would be, but she hoped that nobody would recognize her today. 

Bumping into someone, she nearly dropped the polish but managed to grab it at the last moment. “You should be more careful,” Lucinda said mildly. “I nearly shattered this bottle of polish.”

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yourstrulyrita​:

Rita & Open

She was used to dine on her own, Rita had earned quite a reputation throughout the years so she wasn’t always seen with company. She didn’t mind though. First, she had been somewhat reliable when it came to cover the war. She was quite objective, she targeted both sides equally and people found her somewhat reliable. But after the war ended, Rita went back to square one. No one cared about the truth or good reporting, all people wanted were good stories. So Rita took the truth and just… well, added some colorful details to have more audience engagement. And it worked. 

Now, she was back at the top, with a best selling book out of the oven and more to come. As she waited for her food, she scribbled some random ideas on her notepad, completely unfazed with what was going on in her surroundings. Dinner time was sacred. Unfortunately, that sacred time was interrupted by someone who had the nerve to sit on her table. The blonde looked up and tilted her head to the side, her lips curving into a small smirk. “Well, isn’t this unexpected?” She spoke quite joyfully. “What can I do for you, darling? An autograph? Or maybe you have something juicy for me?” She then wondered, quirking an eyebrow as she turned the page of her notepad so the other wouldn’t go prying on her material. “I love surprises…”

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Lucinda hadn’t intended to approach Rita Skeeter but when she spotted her sitting alone in one of the booths, she quickly changed her plans. The other woman wasn’t her favorite person by any means but Lucinda couldn’t deny that she held a certain amount of sway that would be good for her. Seeing her there she was reminded about that person at the Prophet that had been writing less than favorable things about the Arrows and she thought that perhaps Rita would have an idea of who it was. It was rather irritating but she knew that it was all a part of being on a Quidditch team. 

Making her way over to the other woman, she plastered a smile on her lips. “Rita!” She greeted. “I thought that that was you over here. What are you doing here all on your lonesome?” Lucinda asked. Sliding in across from her, she didn’t plan to stay very long, just long enough to get the information that she wanted. At the mention of having something for her, she nearly rolled her eyes, although she certainly could appreciate the hustle. She couldn’t deny that she did the same thing when she was out in public. “I won’t take up all your time, I know how precious it is. And I might have something for you if you could do me a little favor,” Lucinda said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Lucinda didn’t fail to notice the way she slyly flipped to a new page of her notebook.