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Puddlemere United Chaser
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Post by Catherine Prince on Feb 9, 2024 5:05:43 GMT -8
"Damn," said Caty as she stared down at her broken arm pad. The lucky Bludger that caught her in the arm had cracked it, rendering it completely useless. Her arm was fine after a quick healing spell, her bones mended and the pain dissipating, but she needed to replace these pads asap. It was only practice and not an actual game, but they had a match fast approaching and she couldn't play with broken equipment. She was running low on broom polish as well, so a trip to Quality Quidditch Supplies was inevitable. Caty left the pitch and headed into the locker room, changing out of her practice clothes and into street clothes. She was never one to wear robes, preferring to style herself in muggle clothes. It seemed more normalized nowadays, but Caty prided herself on her sense of style. Dressing quickly, the blonde haired witch tucked her broom in her locker and headed out of the stadium. There were a series of flashes that greeted her when she stepped outside, but Catherine ignored them and turned on her heel to Apparate to Diagon Alley. She had gotten used to the photographers that laid in waiting outside Puddlemere stadium, hoping to get a glimpse of the famous players that called the place home. Caty was only a rookie, but that just made it more exciting. When was the last time an elite team like Puddlemere took on a rookie fresh from school?
She landed in an alley across from Gringotts and brushed herself off before setting on her way. Caty emerged from the alley, but the streets were not as crowded as they normally were. It was probably because the sky was dark, the sun having set long ago, but thankfully it was not so late that the shops were closed. Cate started to walk toward the Quidditch shop, smiling as a few heads turned to look at her. She didn't get recognized as often as someone like Anya did, but she did occasionally. Not many wanted the rookies' autograph, which was honestly fine by her. She didn't play for fame or fortune. Before long, she had reached the shop and the bell rang above her as she entered. The shopkeeper was more than happy to assist a professional player, directing her to the best the store had to offer. With all her supplies replenished and paid for, Caty thanked the witch and exited, her feet carrying her to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.
The bar was packed with witches and wizards looking for a bit of a reprieve from their day to day lives, lively chatter filling the room. A wide smile pulled at her lips as she made her way toward the bar. There were a few open seats, most of the patrons taking up the tables and booths, and Caty started toward a seat next to a rather familiar looking witch. She could only see the back of the witch's head, but something stirred in her as she got closer. "Orla?" she asked as she slid into the seat, her smile brightening when she saw her face. "Oh my Gods, Orla!" Caty leaned to pull her in for a quick hug. "Wow, I haven't seen you in months! How have you been?" Catherine took a moment to order herself a firewhisky before turning her attention back to her friend, smiling.
Orla Finch Notes: not my best lol it'll get better <3
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Auror
thank your father before you, his mother before him. who would I be without them? |
Sol
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Post by Orla Finch on Feb 11, 2024 9:48:31 GMT -8
Orla never anticipated she'd be the kind of person to turn into the Leaky Cauldron after a long day at work. She didn't like the taste of alcohol, and in the recent year she'd become significantly more reclusive. Getting pissed in a bar with a handful of people didn't sound like her definition of a good time, but her she was, sat at the Leaky Cauldron, finishing her second pint as the cacophony of noise drowned out whatever internal monologue was happening in her head. She'd gotten her hands on Caspian's case files. And she only hated the Ministry of Magic more for it. Her insides were corroding, as if someone had poured acid down her throat and she was corroding from the inside out.
It burned her up and scorched her heart over and over again. How dare they give up on someone? Caspian was only a child when he went missing. A child. And they'd barely expended any resources. They'd barely given any care to him. They threw his file away as if her were a second thought to be remembered years down the road. "You remember that cold case? Ha, that kid was dead from the start! Why would we waste energy hunting him down?"
Her hand clutched tightly around the glass mug, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Orla hated feeling this way. She hated feeling so consumed and so burned and so overwhelmed and so... so... useless. It was like she was a weak sixth year again, lashing out at everyone she loved or cared about. It was hard not to when she was filled with a storm of emotions and thoughts that she couldn't act on. What if she went off the deep end and started burning down the Ministry from the inside out? Who would stop her before it was too late? As she stared into the empty cup, she considered that thought for a moment too long. They deserved it. They deserved to burn. And why shouldn't she be the one to light the match?
Someone called her name and pulled her from the bottom of her cup, snapping her gaze to meet-- Caty Prince?! What the hell was she doing in the Leaky Cauldron? Orla didn't know what to feel. Happy, partially, to see an old friend looking so radiant and full of life-- and upset, that someone from her past had caught her in such a state. Two pints did a number on Orla-- and she felt slightly ashamed about it. "Caty-- This is... This is such a shock." Orla spilled out, eyes wide as she looked at the girl with a soft smile. "It's been too long. I've been... well." She said with a tight lipped smile. "What about you, superstar? You're all over every publication I see. Rookie Caty Prince taking to the skies and owning the media." She smiled a bit bigger this time, waving the bartender for another drink.
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Puddlemere United Chaser
Baby, please I'll take a hit of whatever you got maybe two, maybe three |
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Post by Catherine Prince on Feb 13, 2024 18:49:54 GMT -8
It's been years since Catherine met Orla at the welcoming feast, but it felt like it was just yesterday. She couldn't tell you when she first developed a crush on her fellow classmate, but she didn't realize what she was feeling until their fifth year at Hogwarts. By then the girls had already become close friends and Caty knew she wouldn't do anything to ruin the friendship they had. Then Caspian disappeared and everything changed. Caty mourned the loss of Caspian with Orla, but eventually the witch would retreat into herself and Caty would mourn losing her as well. The distance between them didn't last long, however, as Catherine was not ready to give up on their relationship. The last years at Hogwarts were a whirlwind of emotions, but Caty was there every step of the way. Things did start to get better, but Orla became obsessed with finding answers and Cate would be lying if she said she didn't want to know as well. Then graduation came and so did the offer to play for Puddlemere. It was an opportunity that Catherine could not pass up, but it came at a cost. She fell out of touch with most of her friends as Quidditch consumed her life. Running into Orla here, now, was a sign that she needed to do better and reach out more.
Nothing could compare to the joy she felt at seeing Orla again. Her lips were spread into a wide grin and her hazel eyes were bright with excitement. It was clear to her that the other blonde was surprised to see her which was only natural. Caty was just as surprised, though pleasantly so. She had the decency to blush when she mentioned seeing her in the media and Caty waved it off with a sheepish expression. "It's only because I play for Puddlemere. If I were on any other team they wouldn't feature me so much," she said modestly. The bartender slid a glass of firewhiskey across the bar and Caty picked it up to bring it to her lips, tilting her head back a little as she downed half of it with a satisfied hum. She set the glass back down and reached out to place her hands on Orla's. "I can't believe I've run into you here! What are the chances?" She retracted her hands and let them fall into her lap. "How are things at the Ministry? Solve any big cases yet?" Caty thought of asking about Caspian's case, knowing that her friend was likely doing what she could to solve it, but she wanted to test the waters a little first and wait to see if she offered the information on her own.
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Auror
thank your father before you, his mother before him. who would I be without them? |
Sol
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Post by Orla Finch on Feb 14, 2024 7:16:13 GMT -8
It was a much welcome change to be in the company of an old friend. Caty was one of the only people who had forgiven her after Caspian... She'd been really horrible to a lot of people in her grief and Caty stuck by her side despite that. Now that was a show of true friendship. Orla could never repay Caty for her kindness, even when the girls started drifting away from each other again when Orla started on this path. Caspian was still getting in the way of her friendships and until he was put to rest for good, she couldn't say when or if he would never stop. For now, she was two pints in, reuniting with an old friend. That was enough to take Caspian out of the equation at least for a few minutes. "Whatever! You're totally just being modest!" Orla exclaimed, smiling as the bartender returned with their drinks. Two firewhiskey shots and another pint. Merlin, this night was going to be a hoot if this is how it was going to turn out. She took the firewhiskey, her face turning up and scrunching at the horrible taste. She was not one for firewhiskey, but Merlin did it make you feel alive. "I'm sure you're killing it. No, actually, I'm a hundred percent sure you're killing it. If you play half as well as you did at Hogwarts, you're giving them all a run for their money." Orla told Caty with a smile and a nod-- in a way, even this small encounter was making her feel like the old Orla. The Orla that had a life and friends and something to do outside of hunting down the answers to her brothers.
"They won't let me near big cases..." Orla puffed her cheeks out, readjusting to face Caty and lean in a bit more. She was feeling loose and sociable-- which was a shock nowadays. "I'm barely out of training-- I think they still want me to staple files and deliver coffees..." She laughed softly and shook her head. "It's fun though. Even the little cases I've been working on have been thrilling." A lie. Orla hated the Ministry and mere moments ago was thinking about how wonderful it would be to make them pay for what they'd done to her and her family. "But I'm drinking to get away from work... So tell me about your life as a world famous Quidditch player. What have you been up to?"
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Puddlemere United Chaser
Baby, please I'll take a hit of whatever you got maybe two, maybe three |
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Post by Catherine Prince on Feb 18, 2024 17:35:20 GMT -8
Caty had always been a partier. Since she was fifteen years old she had been the life of many parties, getting black out drunk at times. Though she had, thankfully, grown out of the black out phase of her life, she still liked to party. Whether it was a muggle house party or Room of Requirement party, Catherine Prince was there and living it up. Nowadays her partying was centered around dragging Olivia Moretti to Club Brielle for some drinks and some dancing, but Quidditch didn't leave too much time for it and the hangovers were getting brutal. She'd be lucky if she got two or three nights out of the month to go out. Seeing Orla drink, however, was quite the change. Caty didn't ask about it, just smiled as she downed a shot of firewhisky. Maybe she'd get to see a new side of her friend. It was quite exciting.
The blonde waved off her compliments, her cheeks burning as the heat rushed to them. "Stop," she giggled, downing the rest of her drink and motioning for another. "It's going really well, but I can always be better. It has quite literally consumed my life!" She let out a bright laugh and shook her head. "I don't think I'd have it any other way, though. Playing for Puddlemere is an absolute dream." The bartender slid over her second drink and Caty took it with a grateful smile. Lifting the glass to her lips, she sipped slowly on it while she listened to Orla's reply, leaning in almost imperceptibly as the conversation got going. "Boo, tell them to get their own coffees," she said with a playful frown. "That's good! Just imagine all the excitement you'll get into years down the line." Orla mentioned she was drinking to get away from work and asked about her life instead. Caty shrugged nonchalantly and sipped more on her drink. "Not much, honestly. I'm literally always at the stadium working. Practice, matches, home to eat and rest, and then back at it again in the morning. I've been to a few events here and there, but really it was so boring." Caty pouted a little. "Not the type of places you can knock back a few shots and dance at. I rarely get to get out. Not unless I wanna play like shit the next day." Tomorrow was a coveted off day, so she had no problem drinking tonight. "I've missed you! I'm sorry I've been a shit friend these past several months." Life just had a way of sucker punching you sometimes.
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Auror
thank your father before you, his mother before him. who would I be without them? |
Sol
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Post by Orla Finch on Feb 19, 2024 9:25:32 GMT -8
Caty was always a hard worker-- she was passionate about the things she did and she threw herself fully into whatever she was passionate about. It was an admirable way to be-- Orla wished in part her passion could be thrown into something she loved. Caty had quidditch, which Orla could tell by the way her eyes lit up and the smile spread on her lips, that it was the light of her life. But what did Orla have besides hunting down answers to a mystery that might have been as simple as a boy went missing, passed away, and that was it? She sighed to herself but stayed attentive to her old friend, listening intently as Caty recounted her time as a quidditch player. "You know I'm shite at the rules of quidditch, but I'd love to see you play sometime. You'll have to let me know so I can come out and support you." Orla said to Caty with a gentle smile. That would be a much welcomed distraction. Orla didn't do much away from the Ministry besides go home, rest, and eat occasionally. When was the last time she'd gone out to have drinks with a friend or had a meal with an old housemate? Merlin, she really needed to find some new hobbies... "Hopefully my time of running to get double shots of expresso and Carmel lattes will cease soon enough... I'm proving myself to be adequate so... They'll see soon enough."
"Stuck to the stadium then?" Orla offered, taking a sip from her drink. "I've never known you to be confined to one place, though. I'm sure you find time to get out every once in a while. But I suppose like the Ministry, they're few and far between. Why is it that we both chose careers that keep us busy all the time? You'd think after Hogwarts we would want to take it easy for a second or two... but no." She huffed out a small laugh, reveling in the memories of their youth. Most of them were fond to Orla and she could only hope her younger sister was experiencing some of that joy and fondness. "Oh Caty, you haven't been a shite friend. We're both busy career women. You've got Quidditch, I've got the Ministry-- it feels almost impossible to see anyone with how our lives have turned out. I'm only glad to have stumbled into you here.. It really is a breath of fresh air to see you after all this time..."
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Puddlemere United Chaser
Baby, please I'll take a hit of whatever you got maybe two, maybe three |
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Post by Catherine Prince on Feb 19, 2024 13:36:46 GMT -8
Orla had a determination that most witches and wizards just did not have. If anyone could find out what had really happened to Caspian, it was her. Caty was sure that nothing will stop her in her quest for answers and that was part of what she really admired about her. Of course, she couldn't get over how cute she looked when she smiled or the way the light reflected off her stunning complexion but there was more to Orla that Caty liked than just her looks. She had faced real adversity in her short years on earth and she came out stronger for it. Catherine smiled when she mentioned seeing her play sometime. "That can be arranged," she said with a gleeful look on her face. "I've purchased a box for my family and I can get you a seat in it at our next match. It's in a few weeks? March 16th." Just in case she needed to make sure her schedule was clear for that day. It was bound to be an exciting one. The blonde sipped on her drink as Orla talked, nodding along. "Well, they better! Or they'll have me to contend with," she said with a wink. Caty was only teasing - she wouldn't take on the Ministry to make them treat her friend better, but she wanted to show her support anyway.
Caty let out a groan. "Ugh, yes. It's been killing me." That wasn't exactly true. She loved playing Quidditch more than anything, but the girl did want to get out and do more. She was an adult now and she wanted to see everything this world had to offer. Hopefully when the season was over she'd get to do everything she's been wanting to. Caty let out a light laugh. "I don't know, but we must be crazy. Professional Quidditch is so much different than it was at Hogwarts." She imagined being an Auror was kind of the same. The Wizarding World was so much larger than they had anticipated. She leaned forward and took Orla's hands in her own, a bright smile pulling at her lips. "I am, too. I haven't seen you in so long. It's almost unfair how busy we are nowadays. But!" she said, pulling back to drink more on her glass. "When the season is over I will get a nice break. I'm thinking of going to the beach or something."
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