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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 11, 2024 10:07:51 GMT -8
Outside of her life with Quidditch and Sawyer, Olivia had been meeting up with her father. At first it was awkward. Liv and Ric met at a coffeehouse just down the street from the Ministry and she felt uneasy as she entered his embrace. Riccardo Moretti was not acting like the last few years did not happen, but he was making an effort to show that he still considered her his little princess. It was really weird for her. That first meeting they spoke of their lives and recent events, the conversation getting easier as the hours passed on. She hadn't expected her mention of the charity she wanted to start would interest her father, but he told her to meet with him next week and they'll go over the details. From that point on, they had a shared goal. They would make a difference for werewolves in the UK one small step at a time.
The rest of the meetings were planning for the event Olivia was putting together. It was her idea and even some of her money, but her dad really helped get it set up. He had an easier time hammering out all the details since she couldn't afford to change her routine with Quidditch. Liv fell asleep before ten o'clock and rose before five. Her sleep had not been the most restful lately, the heaviness of her emotions finally catching up to her at the end of the day, but a daily Pepperup potion helped keep her alert. She ate breakfast, went to the stadium, and started her training. By the time the rest of her teammates arrived, she was refreshed and energized, ready to get to work.
Olivia told Mason about the little event they were putting together. She didn't expect any of her teammates to come - particularly not Sawyer - but when he heard about what they were planning he decided the whole team must go. She guessed he was really about supporting each other. Sawyer's extreme grumpiness aside, Liv was starting to get excited as the day got closer. It had been so long since she had visited Lycamp and she was really, genuinely happy about what they were doing. This could make all the difference for hundreds of werewolves across the UK, but for now the few dozen at Lycamp will have to do.
The day arrived and Liv woke up from the first restful sleep she had had in weeks with a smile on her face. She just couldn't wait to see her friends again. Throwing her legs over the side of her bed, Olivia stood up and stretched. Luna hopped down from her legs as she moved, the bell on her collar jingling. It was just after eight, the sun filtering through her curtains. She waved her wand at them, pulling them open to let the light in. It was a sunny day, still chilly judging from the draft from her open window, and there was not a cloud in sight. Olivia took this as a good sign. With a happy sigh, Liv waved her wand toward her hairbrush and her wardrobe, the brush combing through her hair while she dressed into the clothes she summoned.
The most common way to get to Lycamp is via Portkey. Every summer dozens of portkeys are set up around the UK and werewolves would meet up to travel together. The other way is Apparition, but they still had young wolves come stay. And lastly there was a large fireplace in the community center that is set up with the Floo system. Some of the werewolves created their own family, adopting the orphaned ones and taking over as their guardian. Some have their own pack. Most of them are homeless. Some have managed to get jobs, but they lack the funds to supply their own wolfsbane. The attacks the other year left many survivors and they were struggling to take their life back. Olivia was so grateful to her father for helping her help them.
She got there early just as the small team they put together was setting everything up. The camp was getting ready to open everything up and cleaned while her team was setting up tables upon tables of stuff in a large clearing off the path leading down to the river. There were piles upon piles of clean clothes in all different sizes with even some donated items from members of the team. Then there was a large soup kitchen set up with counselors preparing the food. And then there were baskets of potion ingredients. Later in the evening Liv was going to lead a lesson on brewing Wolfsbane. She smiled as she approached the team. "Everything looks great!" Olivia clapped her hands together delightedly. "It does," came a deep voice from behind her and Liv turned to look at her father. Unable to resist the urge to hug him, she leaned in to give him a side hug. Riccardo's arm wrapped around her and he gave her a squeeze. "I can't tell you how much this means to me, Papá," she said, looking up at him as she beamed. "I'm glad, amore mio."
Suddenly, a few loud cracks of Apparition sounded and Olivia let go of her father to turn toward it. Her team had arrived. Olivia's dark eyes grew wide as they fell upon the handsome face of Sawyer Rhodes. She thought for sure that there was no way he'd be here. His hatred of werewolves ran so deep that Liv was starting to think it was bottomless. "Hey," she said to the team, an easy smile on her face. "They should be arriving pretty soon. We have Portkeys set up at hourly increments starting at ten." Her father had turned to face the team, staring down at them with his hard, dark eyes. "This is my father, Riccardo Moretti. Papá, this is Mason - he's our Captain - and George, Jack, Teddy, and Lewis," she said, introducing everyone, pointing out each of her teammates as she said their name."You already know Sawyer," she added in a more controlled voice, gesturing to him with her hand. Ric offered a warm smile and shook each of her teammates' hands as he went down the line. "Pleasure to meet you. Thank you for coming." He paused when he got to Sawyer and Olivia couldn't help but chew anxiously on her bottom lip. Liv had told him about what had been going on between them - leaving out a great portion of the night they met - not too long ago and her dad was not happy with him. Ric's smile faltered, his expression slowly turning to stone, but he held his hand out to him. "Good to see you here, Sawyer."
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 12, 2024 11:06:52 GMT -8
There was no choice. Sawyer was forced to go to the Lycamp fundraiser thing that Olivia and her father were throwing. She had gone to his, but his fundraiser wasn't everything that she was against. No one knew the real reason why Sawyer didn't like Olivia, except for her. Mason knew that the two didn't get along, but he insisted firmly that Sawyer was going. He was slightly tempted to tell his Captain why he didn't want to go, but that wouldn't have changed anything except give the Chaser a long lecture about discrimination. So, the only thing Sawyer could do was buck up for a few hours and tolerate trying not to be murdered by wild beasts. Although, Olivia hadn't murdered him, yet, even though she looked like she was going to be close the night that he said she would have been better off dead.
He dressed casual for the event, because it wasn't a gala. Everyone else was dressing like it was a normal day. He met the team at the stadium, where Mason said they would Apparate to the camp. Unease and uncertainty were swirling violently in his stomach; he felt like he was going to be sick. The violet pull from the Apparation didn't help either. He shut his eyes tightly to regain his composure and let the greenery stop spinning around him.
When he opened his eyes, they were right on Olivia, like she was a magnet, instantly drawn to her. He hated that intoxicating pull. He had tried to quench it so many times, so many different ways. Nothing worked, not even knowing she was a dirty werewolf. She greeted the group with her beautiful smile that made the uneasiness just a bit better. Her father was with her, being introduced to the group. The older gentleman had a friendly smile to everyone else, but a stony one to Sawyer. He suspected that his daughter had relayed their "relationship" to him, causing such a look from him. That didn't stop Sawyer from reaching out and shaking Mr. Moretti's hand. "Sir," he greeted. "Olivia," giving her a nod.
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Year/Job
Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 12, 2024 16:24:20 GMT -8
Her breath hitched in her lungs as their gazes met, Liv silently cursing herself in response. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He felt some awful things toward her, said them out loud to her face - she shouldn't be feeling this way. But here she was feeling it anyway. Olivia tore her eyes from him to greet her team, but somehow they always found their way back to him.
He greeted her and she couldn't help the way her heart fluttered, even though she knew he was only addressing her because he was being forced to. There was no other explanation for his being here. "Sawyer," she said politely, watching as her father made his way back to her. It didn't escape her notice, his cold manner of greeting Sawyer, and she turned her head to the side and started speaking to him in Italian. "Please, be civil," she said, the words gliding effortlessly off her tongue. Riccardo didn't turn to look at her, his eyes were still fixed on Sawyer. "I will not," he replied. Liv frowned a little as she leaned back, but her frown was replaced by another smile as she addressed her team a second later. "They should start arriving any second now," she stated. "It would help if you guys could guide people here and help them get clean clothes and something to eat." There were a great variety of soups being prepared: lentil, chicken and leak, potato, and some other popular choices.
Not even a minute later, she could hear the laughter and screeching of children as they ran through the forest. Her lips spread into a wide grin and she stepped away from the others as the younger wolves came bounding out of the woods. "Liv!" they cried, immediately rushing to her. There were seven kids in all, all younger than thirteen and all of them in dirty and tattered clothes. One by one, Liv swept them up in big hugs. "Merlin, you've all grown! Have you gotten your letter yet, River?" These kids couldn't afford to go Hogwarts, but they all had a party every time one of them got their letter. "I'm not eleven until July," River piped up. "The best month," she said with a wink. There was a smaller child standing off to the side that couldn't have been older than three. Liv's brows pulled together and her expression softened. Kneeling down so she was at eye level with the little girl, she said, "Hello. My name's Liv. We haven't met before, can you tell me your name?"
"We don't know her name," came an approaching woman's voice. Olivia glanced up and smiled sadly at Gloria, the foster mother of all these orphaned children. "We've been calling her Rue." The woman reached out to Liv and embraced her. "It's good to see you." Liv knelt back down to the girl and smiled. "Well, Rue, why don't we go get you something new to wear? And some food? Does that sound good?" The girl, whose thumb was still in her mouth, nodded slowly and took Olivia's outstretched hand. "Come on, let's all go get some food and clothes." The rest of the children and Gloria followed her and Rue as they walked to the tables.
Meanwhile, more and more werewolves were arriving and most of the team was off helping them find their cabins and food. Riccardo stayed and watched Sawyer as he appeared to grow more and more uncomfortable. His eyes narrowed and he moved over to stand beside him. "I know the things you have said to my daughter. I know the things you feel." He kept his gaze on Olivia as he spoke, the hustle and bustle of dozens of wolves arriving drowning out their conversation. "Know this, if any harm should come to her, I will come after you." Ric turned his head to look at him and patted his shoulder before leaving him alone to help some newcomers find their way.
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 12, 2024 17:54:06 GMT -8
It didn't escape his notice that after her father’s greeting that Olivia addressed him quietly. It could have been about him, but he couldn't know for sure. He didn't speak Italian. A frown marred that beautiful face from whatever her father replied, but she instantly replaced it with another easy, friendly smile. He chastised himself for calling her beautiful, hating how effortlessly it entered his brain. He wasn't supposed to like anything about her. She was the enemy, and he was in her territory.
She asked the team for their help, guiding the wolves for new clothes and food. Sawyer felt his spine shudder at having to help even one wolf, wondering how many have taken innocent lives, like the one of his friend. Sawyer couldn't say no, so he kept a straight face while she addressed them, but turned when he heard the screaming and laughter of….children. He knew this was a camo, but the children who were running up to Olivia were pre-teens and younger. How were children that young werewolves? Because someone else was a monster?
He watched earnestly as she interacted with them, greeting each child, asking them personal details about their lives. Then there was a toddler, one that wasn't talking. That pulled at his heart, seeing a toddler in this predicament. He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets as his knuckles were white. His ocean eyes stayed in Olivia as she talked gently and calmly to this child, gaining her trust, and then as the child took her hand.
He didn't know how to react to this scene, or anything around him, seeing people and children arriving in torn clothes and skinny where bones were clearly visible. Completely different to how Olivia was.
His team had moved from around him, only leaving Sawyer and Mr. Moretti. The man appeared as if they were having a casual conversation, not at all like he was threatening Sawyer. Sawyer hadn't harmed her, yet. He wasn't planning to unless she attacked him or someone else. But if he was attacked, he would want someone to finish the job.
He didn't dignify the older wizard with a reply as he sauntered off. Sawyer, with his hands still tightly in his pocket, walked off to the food table to serve some kind of soup.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 12, 2024 18:27:21 GMT -8
After Olivia helped supply the children with clean clothes in their size, she ushered them to the soup kitchen to get something filling to eat. Liv didn't want to shock their system with a lot of food at once, but there was more food coming. The kitchens should be stocked by nightfall. Her dark eyes were warm as they followed the children run to the line, catching sight of Sawyer walking behind the tables to the large pots of soup. Olivia had never felt so confused in her life. Her brows knitted together, but her heart warmed at the gesture. She tried to shove it down and focused her attention on the next person approaching the clothing table.
The next sixty minutes went by in a blur. Liv spent her time greeting werewolves and helping them find clothes and potion ingredients, but try as she might, she couldn't keep her gaze from flitting back to Sawyer. She watched as he poured soup for werewolf after werewolf and she wondered if Mason told him it was mandatory to help as well or if something was changing his perspective. She forced herself to remember the things he had said to her not so long ago. As the last people were being helped and some campers were coming back for seconds, Olivia smiled a bright smile and stepped into the center of the clearing. She held her hands out to everyone. "Welcome! I'm so glad to see so many have made it out here. I'm happy to see some old faces and I'm sorry to see some new, but what we hope to accomplish here will change the lives of werewolves across the nation." She had everyone's attention, but there was one person's gaze she felt stronger than all the others. "With my father's help, this Lycamp has opened year-round; new cabins are in the process of being built and the camp is expanding. Counselors and staff will be paid a living-wage and the ingredients for your monthly potion will be provided. After lunch, I will personally run a lesson on brewing Wolfsbane and you all have the ingredients to brew along. But for now! All your favorite games have been prepared so have fun!" Cheering erupted from the crowd and several groups of people ran off to tug-of-war or capture-the-flag. She saw some go down toward the lake for kayaking. Her father came over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He had been a lot more affectionate with her since their reunion. Liv didn't mind. She leaned her head against his shoulder and watched the campers with a smile on her face.
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Wimbourne Wasps // Chaser
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 13, 2024 17:50:07 GMT -8
Werewolf (person?) after werewolf joined the line, all in tattered clothes that desperately needed to be washed or replaced. Clothes hung loosely from them, like they hadn't had a steady meal. Dirt and grime covered the bodies, unsure of how long it had been since they had showered or bathed. Hair was unruly and lacked any shine. Each wolf was a different age with scars and marks that held the secrets of their past. An unsettling unease churned in his stomach, fighting with what he knew about wolves compared to the ones he saw before him. These wolves weren't vicious killers, at least not now. Right now, they were struggling people, struggling children, who couldn't even afford the necessities to survive. For the children, he wasn't even sure if they could afford the supplies needed for school, which hit too close to home. He did only what he could, which was continue to ladle soup into a bowl.
Sawyer had lost track of time and wolves he helped. His cauldron of soup was gone, so he continued with another one and so on. His eyes had drifted over to numerous times over to Olivia, seeing her converse with groups or individuals. He hated the admiration he had for her in that moment. It was against everything he believed in, but it was everything that she believed in. It was a constant battle his feelings for her, and it was exhausting.
He was standing with the team when Olivia addressed the camp, announcing that it was open all year and that it would help supply wolfsbane potion, which Sawyer had learned that getting the supplies was one of the biggest hurdles for wolves because of the cost. Was it really that easy to help change part of their lives, which in return, would save other lives? Again, conflicting feelings for the Chaser. Games were started until her demonstration, and Sawyer wasn't quite sure what to do, so he stayed with his team, until one of the preteens that had come up to Olivia, came up to him. The young boy asked Sawyer if he could show him and some of the other wolves how to form formations. Sawyer couldn't bring himself to say no, for whatever reason, and joined the boy and his friends, asking them which play they wanted to run first.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 13, 2024 18:33:23 GMT -8
Her father pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and she sighed happily, watching the camp came alive with activity, just like it did during the summer. Olivia found out about the camp her sixth year and went that summer. Her time here played one of the largest parts of her coming to terms with her circumstances. She met werewolf after werewolf, most of them turned as a child or a teen like her, and they told their stories. That was when her entire world was shattered. She understood then how privileged she was and would always be. It was a tough pill to swallow, knowing that all those years she acted like the most stuck-up bitch when real people were struggling. Lycamp changed her entire worldview.
Her mind was reminiscing on her summer here when some movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned to it and witnessed River speaking to Sawyer. Ice ran through her heart and she moved to intervene, but stood frozen when Sawyer started walking with them. Olivia watched as he went with the boys toward the field where they played Quidditch. She didn't know what to think or what to feel. There were contradictory feelings throughout her entire body and her eyes started to water. Liv quickly excused herself to her father and ran off behind the cabins.
A tidal wave of emotion overcame her as soon as she was out of sight and she stumbled, catching herself on a tree. Liv leaned against it and slid down to the ground just as the tears flooded her eyes. She didn't make any noise, she just stared off into the forest as the tears ran down her face. Her mind was filled with memories of a hot July night with a handsome man and the things he said to her months later. The person she was seeing now was not the same person who let her know he'd rather her be dead. How could he feel those things for her after the night that they shared? How could he feel that way about her still? She didn't understand at all. It didn't matter, she decided. He said the things he said there was no taking that back. Olivia wiped away her tears and pulled herself together, rising from the ground to brush herself off. Tying her hair off in a ponytail, she readied herself to get back out there and have fun with her friends. Ten minutes hadn't even passed by the time she was rejoining the others, a bright smile on her lips as she jumped into a game of tug-of-war.
Within the next hour and a half, lunch had been dropped off and people were slowly making their way back to the community center to sit down and eat. A great variety of sandwiches were prepared with a collection of fresh fruits and veggies. Liv made her way back worn out, but oh so very happy. Some of these new wolves were a lot of fun and she enjoyed getting to know them, especially Rue. The little girl still didn't talk, but she did take her thumb out of her mouth and even gave a small smile. Olivia took that as a win. She was busy chatting with the people around her when she made it to the end of the line. Liv reached a hand out to grab an apple as she was laughing at something Gloria had said when her hand brushed against another's. An electrical surge ran up her arm and she looked up into Sawyer's ocean blue eyes. "Uh," she stammered before retracting her hand. "Go ahead."
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 13, 2024 19:17:27 GMT -8
River, Sawyer found out his name, was actually a pretty cool kid. He was only twelve, but hoping to get into Hogwarts. However, the young preteen did share that he wasn't sure how he was going to pay for it. He was adopted by one of the women here and lived in the woods with at least six other siblings. The woman, Gloria, toon in the werewolf children whe. They were orphaned, even though she had no money to spare. Sawyer grew up poor, but not that poor. It was the charity of others that had gotten him where he was today.
He played quidditch with the kids, showing them some basic tricks that they thought were the coolest things. The kids wanted to keep practicing, but lunch was served. He wasn't going to deny the kids a meal.
Everyone rushed to the dining hall, but Sawyer made a detour to which he was directed to the camp accountant, who handled the donations. He didn't know what he was doing. Well, he did, but something in him was overpowering the hate he had for these beasts and was seeing a young family who needed help, just like he did. He spoke with the woman, writing a $15,000 check to the camp, gave his fundraiser information to her for any child that got a letter on their 11th birthday, and then gave her the phone number of his realtor who found his flat in London. He didn't stop his mouth from continuing to talk. He said he would call her to make the arrangements and payments, but to help Gloria and her family find a house, something out of the fucking woods.
Sawyer grumbled to himself, battling internally about what he had just done. He helped a family. But they were werewolves. But they were children who needed help. Help that could save more people in the future. He was contradicting himself as he reached for an apple, grazing the softest skin he had ever felt. He already knew it was her before his light eyes made contact with her dark ones. Only one person had that soft of skin that continued to haunt him months later. “Hi,” he managed out, his hand remaining a few more seconds after she retreated hers.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 13, 2024 19:33:28 GMT -8
Everything in her was screaming, but they were all screaming different things. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her stomach in a flurry of flutters, while her mind shouted the things he had said back to her. Her body not only wanted to keep the contact, but wanted more. Just like it had nine months ago. "Hi," she said stupidly, silently cursing herself for saying anything to begin with. Her eyes remained fixed on his face, a face more handsome than any she had ever seen. Olivia hated it, hated him, but she couldn't stop herself from wanting him. "Thank you." For helping with the food, for playing with the kids, for... being so different. Liv cleared her throat and grabbed the apple and handed it to him. "Take it."
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Wimbourne Wasps // Chaser
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 13, 2024 19:44:03 GMT -8
Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought over and over to himself at the untamed wild fire that was spreading up his arm just from grazing her hand. Sawyer knew he shouldn't have come, that he should have told Mason he was sick. Anything but this. Being around Olivia, seeing her act human, was too much. It was too confusing. There were signs of the woman he had met months ago, the one that was lively, electric, seductive, addictive. He saw that one all the time, and he hated it. It was the hardest thing to be around, knowing that he couldn't be with her, knowing that she was this thing that could kill some one if the option was wrong or missed a dose. It t was hard to see past that.
But Olivia made it seem like it was possible, and that scared him. She scared him more ways than one. He shook his head. "No, you were her first. And, uh, you've been busy. You need to eat more than me." He raked a hand through his brown curls. "I'm probably going to head out in a bit anyway," he added.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 13, 2024 20:03:56 GMT -8
She hated that she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. She was as drawn to him now as she was all those months ago, even more so if she was being honest with herself. He said the world would be better off if she was dead, but since then he's been civil, agreeable, and downright pleasant. It was too much for her to take. Seeing him with River and the rest of the kids broke her in more ways than one, but she was determined to push through. There was no way in hell she was going to allow him to break her heart.
But here he was making it hard to stay away. Sawyer didn't take the apple, but insisted that she have it. Her outstretched hand lowered as she started to pull it back, her manicured brows raised slightly in surprise. He continued and said he was heading out soon. "Oh," she uttered softly, her heart dropping despite every rational objection. "Well, we're almost done here. I just need to teach everyone how to brew Wolfsbane." Olivia pulled back completely and shuffled her feet, her gaze unwavering. "I, uh, hope you had fun," she said after a beat. "Thanks for coming." She offered him a small smile and moved to walk past him, accidentally bumping into his shoulder. "Oh, sorry," she murmured, glancing once more into those striking blue eyes. "See you."
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 14, 2024 16:53:11 GMT -8
The "oh" that left her, was it one of surprise? Disappointment? Relief? Sawyer had mixed feelings about if she cared or not if he was leaving. It shouldn't matter. She said that she hated him, he said the same thing back, and even worse. What was he supposed to say? He had shown that he had no interest in her from her first day at with the Wasps', so it shouldn't matter the irrational feeling that were circulating through him. He didn't understand Olivia, why she was being civil when he showed her no kindness, doing everything he could to push her away.
She commented that she still had to brew wolfsbane potion, but that they were almost done for the day. Her dark stare was direct and unwavering. Sawyer's was the same, unable to tear his gaze away. His brows knitted slightly in surprise and confusion when she said that she hoped he had fun and thanked him for coming. Was she generally this kind, or was she just trying to teach him a lesson?
Olivia gave him a friendly smile that made his heart flutter with wild butterflies while he tried to pick wings off of each one to stifle the feeling. She moved to walk past him, bumping into his shoulder because of their close proximity. His hand instinctively reached up to her arm in case she needed steading. She didn't, but his hand replaced, feeling the most comfortable warmth radiating between them. "Yeah, sure," he said, his hand remaining in contact with her olive skin.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 14, 2024 17:13:25 GMT -8
Her entire body tingled at his touch while her heart skipped several beats. Dark eyes drifted down to his hand for a second before they were pulled back to him, searching those beautiful baby blues. Warmth flooded her and she felt an overwhelming desire to close the distance and kiss him. But she didn't. She couldn't move even though she knew that she needed to. She needed to get away from him if she was going to keep her sanity, their close proximity was making her head spin, the air between them charged the way it was that night. Olivia lingered just as his hand did, her mind warring with her body leaving her rooted to the spot. Her lips parted to say something, but the words never left. Her mind was screaming at her to leave.
Laughter rang out behind her, making her jump, but it was enough to shake her out of whatever was going on in her head. "Later then," she promised, her heart racing. Her lips pulled into a half-hearted smile and she willed her body to move away from him. Liv walked to one of the picnic tables where Gloria and the kids were already eating, her heart still galloping in her chest. She could still feel his hand on her arm, still feel the warmth from his touch. All of the feelings from last July stirred up inside her leaving her utterly confused. What was she supposed to do?
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 14, 2024 17:34:01 GMT -8
Gods, his body and mind were fighting with each other, wanting to pull her close, place his lips hungrily against hers, having been starved of her since July. The other part of him wanted to get as far away from her as possible, scrub every inch of his body that she had looked at and touched. It wasn't fair that she was a werewolf, the one thing he couldn't get past. It wasn't fair that he had met this invigorating woman before knowing what lie under her flesh.
His chest shouldn't be this heavy, his heart beating faster than a humming bird. Olivia shouldn't make him feel this way, not when he had tried almost everything humanly possible to shove it away. He was fucking tempted to look for a potion that would get rid of these feeling, something opposite of a love potion. Or maybe even obliviate himself. That would do the trick, maybe.
She said goodbye to him again, finally pulling away from his touch that he was too weak to do. He moved from his spot, heading over to begin his goodbyes to the team. When he said that he was going to head home, they all said that he should stay to see Olivia's demonstration, that they have all heard how apt she was at brewing potions. Sawyer hesitated. He had to get out of there, give his body time to relax and decompress. He didn't need to see Olivia excel at another thing.
Before he could make up his mind, it was being announced that the presentation was starting. He shoved his hands into his jacket, following his teammates as they stood in the far back of the room, where Sawyer was hidden behind the towering Keeper.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 14, 2024 18:03:35 GMT -8
Olivia felt more nervous than she should have when it came time for her demonstration. It had nothing to do with the dozens of eyes and ears watching her every move and hanging on her every word and everything to do with Sawyer. The feelings that had been stirred up from their brief moment together were taking over her body and making her second guess every interaction with him. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. Olivia had never done him any wrong and yet he decided he hated her existence the second he found out she was a werewolf. What she thought was the beginning of something amazing ended up being the beginning of a long nightmare she was still waiting to wake up from.
The chatter around them started to die down as Olivia made her way to her cauldron, all eyes on her as she came around the table. Her eyes hopelessly searched for Sawyer, disappointment settling on her chest when she didn't see him. She chastised herself for it before a bright smile pulled at her lips. "Wolfsbane is a difficult potion to brew and it requires your utmost attention. This is not a potion you can experiment with; you must follow the steps exactly as they are written." Her dark gaze swept over all the werewolves ready and waiting for her to begin, Liv taking in a shaky breath as she picked up her wand. "Auguamenti," she said, watching as water filled the cauldron.
Olivia was thorough in her instruction, telling them what temperature the potion needed to be at what times, offering tips and tricks that make brewing it easier. She spent two years brewing this potion every week with her professors and she had learned a thing or two in the process. Brewing Wolfsbane had become second nature to her and she was sure that it looked effortless as she did it. There were some struggling to keep up and Liv did her best to guide them without distracting herself from her own potion. Within an hour, everyone had their own batches of Wolfsbane. Olivia walked up and down the tables and inspected each and every potion. She told those who needed improvement what they could do next time and complimented the ones who managed to brew a decent potion. She felt more at ease now than she did before started.
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