Post by Bec on Nov 6, 2011 23:18:04 GMT -8
Title: Golden talons mark the Harrier
Rating: G
Warnings: A bit of language
Word Count: 234
Summary: Based on the events of the 1953 Quidditch match between the Holyhead Harpies and Heidelberg Harriers. Gwendolyn Morgan is heading out of a ministry courthouse.
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Flash! Flash! The stench of photograph developing potion reached her nostrils as she marched through the ministry trying to find the exit. That’s if these bloody cameras didn’t blind her. She then saw a bathroom coming up on her right. She quickly ducked in and hid herself in a toilet cubicle. She put the toilet lid down and sat down burying her head in her hands.
They had to give her some slack. Gwendolyn’s team had just been victorious after seven days of Quidditch. You would be frustrated too if upon finally landing the opposing team’s captain decided to kneel down and propose to you. So maybe she had gone a little too far, Rudolf was apparently still in St Mungo’s. But the stupid prick deserved it. Sure they had gone out that one time, and it had been marvellous but that was no reason to start proposing all over the place.
After a few minutes Gwendolyn straightened her robes and took a deep breath before she left her cubicle and creeped out of the bathroom. She knew that some of the reporters would still be there and they promptly began shoving wands in her face on her emergence. They then began to shout questions at her. Gwendolyn sighed,
“I knocked Rudolf out with my broomstick because he’s an ass.” Then she spun around on her heel and marched over to the apparition station.
Rating: G
Warnings: A bit of language
Word Count: 234
Summary: Based on the events of the 1953 Quidditch match between the Holyhead Harpies and Heidelberg Harriers. Gwendolyn Morgan is heading out of a ministry courthouse.
__________________________________
Flash! Flash! The stench of photograph developing potion reached her nostrils as she marched through the ministry trying to find the exit. That’s if these bloody cameras didn’t blind her. She then saw a bathroom coming up on her right. She quickly ducked in and hid herself in a toilet cubicle. She put the toilet lid down and sat down burying her head in her hands.
They had to give her some slack. Gwendolyn’s team had just been victorious after seven days of Quidditch. You would be frustrated too if upon finally landing the opposing team’s captain decided to kneel down and propose to you. So maybe she had gone a little too far, Rudolf was apparently still in St Mungo’s. But the stupid prick deserved it. Sure they had gone out that one time, and it had been marvellous but that was no reason to start proposing all over the place.
After a few minutes Gwendolyn straightened her robes and took a deep breath before she left her cubicle and creeped out of the bathroom. She knew that some of the reporters would still be there and they promptly began shoving wands in her face on her emergence. They then began to shout questions at her. Gwendolyn sighed,
“I knocked Rudolf out with my broomstick because he’s an ass.” Then she spun around on her heel and marched over to the apparition station.
