Blast from the Past [OPEN]

"Shut your trap Mukerne." The Quidditch Keeper and Captain called after the beater as they emerged from the stadium into a throng of security and fans. Flashing cameras, shouting,sparklers.. It was a lot for anyone to take in but she was used to it after so many years in the sports industry. So were the boys as each one of them went through their usual routines of signing autographs, posing for pictures with pretty ladies, and Ruben kissed a baby or two. "What? I'm just saying I saved your life Silvias. That bludger would have got ya. You owe me a wookie life debt." Mulkerne smirked in between photos as the crowd began to separate the group from one another even with barriers. "I owe you something alright. A swift kick in the a**." A threat of a hex would have earned laughs from the boys. They knew that she couldn't cast most spells to save her life despite having graduated wizarding school. "Ha. Yeah. Yeah. See you at the hotel?"

Turning around to answer Sean she then saw a face that she recognized and, by the look on their face, they recognized her too and not just from Quidditch. "Sh**." Her voice dropped as did her facial expression. This was definitely not something she had planned on dealing with today. If she had her way she would have played the match up and gone back to her flat but what had her teammates told her? Deal with her problems. Face them head on like a Chaser? What they lacked poetically they made up for with their good intentions. "Right..." She let out a slow, weighted exhale and briefly looked away as if trying to gather her thoughts. "Yeah. I'll see you guys at the hotel later. Don't wait up." God it was so hard to try and juggle two different worlds but boy would she try. With a deep breath she approached the person, with help from security, and luckily they were at the edge of the crowd but by the time she got there she didn't know what to say. But she knew she ought to try.

"Hey uh..." Crap this was tough. Her brow furrowed slightly and she cleared her throat. "Like the hair?" She offered trying to make a joke of her recently dyed blonde locks pointing at her noggin with a slender finger covered by fingerless wool gloves hiding the scars beneath. Some things never changed. "So did you catch the game or do you make a habit of lurking?" Heck of a conversation starter...