#angelique x pippa

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who: angelique x pippa ( @nitwitisms​ )  where: outside wherever quidditch games are held

Angel hated the Quidditch league. With a passion. It was corrupt and it was incompetent and it did not care about a single thing except making money and people could justify it as ‘business’ all they wanted but Angel was sure there was a way to do business without turning into heartless bastards. Case in point: the protest that they were trying to shut down.

Angel had heard talk about how it drove crowds away and how it just wasn’t a look but maybe if the Quidditch league didn’t want their to be a protest, they should stop using elves to do tasks they considered themselves too good to do. Angel was maybe spoiled in a great number of ways, she had grown up with house elves doing most of the work but her family had never once treated them badly. They were compensated fairly and had fair hours. It wasn’t like how she had seen in other households, where they were treated more as pieces of furniture than anything else. The thought made her stomach turn. 

So when the President of the league told them to stop the protest by ‘any means necessary’, Angel threatened to walk out. She knew if she did, Laurie would to and maybe the team would still win with whoever played instead of them but Angel knew their popularity. And sitting one game out wasn’t going to kill her. Probably. It was what she ended up doing, right before the match was about to start because she didn’t go back on her threats and well - the man did just get on her nerves. 

She saw her at the front of the protest, her voice magically enhanced to sound louder as she talked about house elves. She knew her vaguely from seeing her at Order meetings every now and then but knew little more about her than her name. Angel briefly wondered why that was. She pushed her way to the front of it until she was right next to her, picking up one of the signs that was lying by the side as she went. “Hey!” Angel said, a smile appearing on her lips, “Did you organize all of this?”