sweet denial

"Oh yes, Hestia Jones chief flatterer that would be me" she nodded with an air of mock seriousness before breaking into a grin, "I don’t really buy into the whole screaming girl thing" she snorted, "But I can pretend if it would help your ego?" she added innocently, the sides of her lips tugging upwards once more.

"Understandable, understandable. And my ego needs no boosting - if that's what you want to do, you should talk to one of the screaming girls." He said, chuckling. 

"Indeed, I was. Three years below you, I believe. Are you still playing Quidditch?"

"I indeed am,  professionally, even."

Changes || Ludo and Lucinda

His steps were quick and happy as Ludo moved through Diagon Alley. The effects of the absolutely amazing training of the day before were still raging through his body, filling him up with some sort of ecstasy. A grin curing his lips, Ludo's eyes scanned through the crowds, hoping to see a familiar face. Craving social interaction, he was feeling rather desperate - but what he didn't expect was the first familiar face he'd see would be the one of Lucinda Talkalot. Or rather, the one of a crying Lucinda Talkalot. Seeing her slip in an alleyway, he hesitated a moment before following - he wasn't really the caring type, after all. Comforting was not one of his qualities, but he still ended up facing her in the dark before he could really think about it. This was not the social interaction he had hoped for. Looking at the girl who he knew had a rather complicated history with his brother, he frowned. "Lucinda?" He asked cautiously, a frown furrowing his brows. "Are you okay? What happened - you're not hurt, are you?"

"I’m busy."

".. That's really wonderful, love. Not that I, y'know, wanted to know, but good for you."

Where’s your ID?

[ He held up his arm, showing off his bracelet ] Or d'ya want to know my age? Let me assure you, sweets, that I'm old enough to get myself a beer.

Yes, how exhausting it must be to be such a star. I know that Otto has missed you.

It is, really. He has, now? I'll be sure to visit my dearest babycake a visit soon, I've missed him too.

"Ah well I certainly would not like to be the cause of heartbreak" she grinned, shifting her feet slightly. "Oh I thought I knew your face, you’re that hotshot, with the Bumblebees or something" she pointed, proud of her discovery.

"Hotshot? Sweets, you flatter me." A cocky grin curled his lips. "But yes indeed, that's me. It's not that much of a big deal though - but if you want a signature, feel free to ask."

Emmeline! Merlin's underpants, I thought I'd never see you again. [ he quickly jumped aside ] So- how are you?

"Sorry, just a bit irritated. I didn’t mean to take it out on you."

"It's all forgotten, love. Weren't you a Claw?"

"I think I take priority over your fans, dickhead. How long have you been in town?"

"You don't. I don't get to autograph your boob, after all. A few days, only. I've been meaning to find you but, y'know, I'm busy."