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Post by Kelebek Degirmenci on Dec 5, 2011 2:12:37 GMT -5
Kelebek Apparated just outside what seemed to be a bakery. She had done her longest distance which was London to Hogsmeade. She still had that Muggle song stuck in her head. Her father was obsessed with Muggles and had given her a thing called a television for her birthday. She got an owl from him telling her to watch Eurovision. She had turned it on and sat on the sofa just watching it. She had watched the whole thing from introduction to winner's reprise. She then started singing it as she walked into the bakery.
She looked around, seeing all of the bakes that had been made. This was heaven to Kelebek. She walked around trying to decide what to have....
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Post by Richard Lucas on Dec 9, 2011 19:44:33 GMT -5
Richard had a craving. Since his quidditch career had come to an abrupt end, he still usually tried to keep in shape and stay healthy, but sometimes he had to indulge, just a little bit. Today he was craving a chocolate croissant, and so he went straight to the only place he knew where he could get one.
When he was younger, he had spent many a Hogsmeade weekend in that bakery, and he still had fond memories of it. There was no harm in having a little treat now and then, was there?
Richard walked into the bakery and immediately noticed another woman standing there, waiting to be served. "Oh, hello there," he greeted her.
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Post by Kelebek Degirmenci on Dec 12, 2011 13:18:28 GMT -5
She noticed a man walk in and come over to her. He spoke to her and she replied. "Hello. Nice weather isn't it? Just a shame You-Know-Who is rising. I heard about hat attack recently. It does better to think about good things." Kelebek thought she had really ruined that. But, keep calm and carry on. She was still waiting to be served.
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Post by Richard Lucas on Dec 14, 2011 1:09:32 GMT -5
Richard looked over his shoulder out the window. "Yes, it's nice. Good to finally get a little sunshine after all that rain, don't you think?"
He heard her comment about Lord Voldemort and frowned. The truth was, Richard didn't really get into politics much. He was a jock... admittedly, one who wasn't playing at present, but he still thought of himself as one. He was vaguely aware that there was a war going on, and he had seen the ruins of a couple of the shops that had been damaged in the recent attack. But he didn't know much about it. He barely even knew what she meant by "You Know Who." Perhaps ignorance was bliss, but it occurred to him in that moment that just because he wasn't involved in what was going on didn't mean that he was safe from it.
"Yeah... Well, it's like what my coach used to say... You can't let fear rule your life... you gotta live it. Otherwise, they win. Right?"
Of course, the context had been a bit different. It had been part of a speech before a game against the top-rated Wimborne Wasps (which they had lost, of course). But she didn't need to know that.
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Post by Kelebek Degirmenci on Dec 15, 2011 13:10:00 GMT -5
Kelebek let a small sigh when he mentioned not letting fear rule our lives. "That is definately true. But, we have to believe, there is always a light at the end of the road." Kelebek was shocked by her ability to be a philosopher. She waited for a moment then thought about better things. "Well, at least it hasn't stopped Quidditch. I would murder the Department of Magical Sports and Games if they canclled Quidditch matches." Kelebek was now comfortable talking to this new person. "Oh, and by the way, my name's Kelebek." Kelebek hoped thsi was a friend...
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Post by Richard Lucas on Dec 19, 2011 1:06:08 GMT -5
Richard chuckled a little about the mention of Quidditch. Even though he could no longer play, Quidditch was still a big part of his life. It distracted him from the rest of the world, which, as they had just been discussing, could sometimes be a rather dark and depressing place.
reached out to shake her hand. "I'm Richard," he said. "It's nice to meet you, Kelebek. So... you're a Quidditch fan, then, are you? What team's your favorite?"
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Post by Kelebek Degirmenci on Dec 19, 2011 15:11:43 GMT -5
"I'm a Wimborne Wasps fan. I am absolutely hopeless when it comes to playing though. I'm also a terrible flier." Kelebek laughed at herself for a second. She then realised how stupid she probably looked. This is what happened when she was around boys. She made a mental note to sort herself out. She smiled at him, nervously...
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Post by Richard Lucas on Dec 27, 2011 0:09:39 GMT -5
Richard assumed a pained expression and put a hand on his chest in an exaggerated manner. "Ahhh, the Wasps. Everyone loves the Wasps," he moaned. "They're our biggest rivals... not only do they beat us everytime we face them, but they never let us forget about it," he said.
Then he broke into a smile and reached into his robe pocket, pulling out a Quidditch card with his picture on it. "I'm Richard Lucas... I used to play for the Chudley Cannons. I'm on medical leave right now... one too many bludgers to the head."
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Post by Kelebek Degirmenci on Dec 27, 2011 9:18:39 GMT -5
Kelebek was shocked to be in the presence of a professional. This was completely unexpected. "I remember you from that game where you beat Wasps. That was completely unexpected. But it was a great game though." Kelebek was getting used to talking to Richard now. He pulled out a card with him on it. Kelebek looked at it for a moment. She then remembered her friend Lili talking about him. Kelebek was sure this was a new situation. A famous guy standing in front of her and she was probably blushing worse than her cousin Sebnem when she had forgotten that she was in a public place after she had accidentally blabbered on about Quidditch.
Kelebek managed a smile and waited for her voice to start working properly again...
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Post by Richard Lucas on Jan 1, 2012 1:39:42 GMT -5
Richard grinned at her, his cheeks turning slightly pink when she mentioned the game where they had beat the Wasps. In fact, that was usually the game people mostly remembered about him... well, that, and the game when the bludger hit him in the head and he plummeted from the sky in a spectacular, tumbling fall. But obviously, he was more proud of his winning game.
"Ah, yeah, that was a really good game," he said. "If I hadn't made that last save, they might have won, even though our Seeker caught the Snitch. I nearly fell off my broom on that save, too." His eyes went misty with the memory. "Ah, I miss it so much," he sighed.
He didn't even really notice that she was blabbering, but when he looked at her, he realized that she was a bit nervous. Which was silly, because he wasn't anything special. He was just an ordinary bloke who had played a bit of professional quidditch. And now he couldn't even fly without crippling vertigo.
"No need to be nervous," he told her. "I'm just like everyone else... I put my robe on one arm at a time just like you." He winked at her.
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Post by Kelebek Degirmenci on Jan 1, 2012 4:24:25 GMT -5
Kelebek still wasn't use to talking to famous people. She counted him as famous because he played Quidditch professionally. He explained how Wasps could have won that match. But anyway, it was still a great game for Cannons. Kelebek was changing her mind about her favourite team. She made a mental note to Transfigure her Wasps stuff to Cannons stuff. She felt it polite and now that she realised that they played well, she should support them. "It was you! You got hit by a Bludger. Are you alright now?" Kelebek blushed. She shouldn't have said that aloud in a shop. At least it was empty.
Kelebek was never going to learn how to translate phrases and gestures. He winked and mentioned robes and one arm. She smiled and winked back, she felt a bit more comfortable talking to Professional Quidditch players. She tried to look calm and waited for more conversation. She couldn't think of anything...
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Post by Richard Lucas on Jan 10, 2012 2:21:50 GMT -5
Richard didn't really think of himself as being famous. Even when he was playing, he was completely focused on the game, and it didn't feel much different from how it had when he was on the Hufflepuff team back at Hogwarts.
Merlin, how he missed it. He missed the lights, the roar of the crowd, the feel of the wind in his hair and the air beneath his feet. He missed playing with his team mates and the rush he felt when he stopped the other team from scoring. He even missed losing, since it always meant going out for a few drinks with the team. He was going to have to check with the healer to see if his injury was improving yet.
"Yeah... that bludger hit me right about here," he said, rubbing a spot on the back of his head. "There's still a lump there, even now. I had a bad concussion, and I've been knocked out of the game for the season, at least. I get dizzy spells still. I'm supposed to see a physical therapist to help me get back into playing shape for next season."
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Post by Kelebek Degirmenci on Jan 11, 2012 13:31:15 GMT -5
Kelebek remembered the painful moment when the Bludger had hit Richard. She felt her face look concerned. She was relieved when he said that he was getting better and was soon ready to play again. Her mind started working faster than usual when she realised she was concerned for the guy. She smiled at him. She was warming to him. She was going to melt soon enough. She liked company. Especially celebrity company. She smiled her dazzling smile for no reason. Her brain was working of its own accord at the moment. She smiled again and waited for more conversation... Her mind was blank.
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Post by Richard Lucas on Jan 14, 2012 1:36:17 GMT -5
Luckily, Richard was a conversational fellow and liked to talk. He hadn't quite recognized that she hadn't said anything yet, and he kept talking as if she had replied.
"They said that in the last 20 years of professional quidditch, no one else had ever been hit quite so hard by a bludger before. They estimated that it was going about 50 miles an hour when it hit me, and that if it had been much harder, it would have actually cracked my skull. And I was wearing a helmet at the time! Can you imagine if I hadn't been? I wouldn't be standing here talking to you now, that's for sure!"
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Post by Kelebek Degirmenci on Jan 14, 2012 3:50:46 GMT -5
Her mind was back in normal mode. Yes, she was in the company of a celebrity, but it wasn't as bad as her cousin Sebnem. "I'm glad that you're getting better and what a good thing you were wearing a helmet else, like you said, you wouldn't be here." She was actually shocked that she was talking normally to a famous person. She spoke more. "Well, it is quite impressive to have broken a record, but you also could've broken your skull and died. Not pretty. At least you will be able to play soon." She hoped this guy would get better. That was part one finished, now she was obviously going to blush. She seriously hoped it matched the make-up she was wearing...
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Post by Richard Lucas on Jan 17, 2012 2:42:35 GMT -5
Richard felt relieved when the girl began to speak more freely with him. Although he didn't mind carrying the weight of the conversation, it was still much nicer when the other person talked back a little more. Otherwise, it wasn't much of a conversation. And he really didn't want anyone to think of him as being different from anyone else... after all, he was just a quidditch player on medical leave... and he still wasn't sure if he'd really be able to make it back on the team yet.
"I hope you're right," he said. "I still get these dizzy spells... it's not fun, and it makes going up on a broom pretty rough. I feel like I'm learning to fly all over again. But enough about me, really.... Tell me about you? What do you do? What kind of name is Kelebek? What does it mean?"
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Post by Kelebek Degirmenci on Jan 18, 2012 2:30:58 GMT -5
Kelebek racked her brains for what her name meant.She remembered rather suddenly. "Butterfly. My last name, Degirmenci, means miller or baker. I just got a job at the Ministry. Department of International Co-operation. I'm actually Turkish. It was somewhat ridiculous at Hogwarts. I had to learn English. I had lived here for some time but I spoke Turkish at home." She could tell she was blushing. "So, what's it like to be a professional?" She was interested in Quidditch...
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Post by Richard Lucas on Jan 20, 2012 1:03:38 GMT -5
"That's pretty," Richard said, turning on his most charming smile. He didn't know much about the Turkish language, or really anything about the country, but he liked the way she talked. It occurred to him that he lived in something of a bubble... he didn't really pay attention to a whole lot of what was going on around him. That was the thing about professional quidditch, when you were playing, you became sort of protected from the rest of the world. Maybe that was why she seemed so interested in him, as if he were a celebrity. He never really thought of himself as one, but he really was.
"It's great," he replied. "When I was playing full time, I really spent most of my time with the rest of the team. We had to practice a lot, and we had to have strict exercise routines and stuff like that... but we also hung out together a lot. It was fun, you know? I still go out with the rest of the team whenever I can. They're a great bunch of blokes."
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Post by Kelebek Degirmenci on Jan 20, 2012 2:23:54 GMT -5
Kelebek used this space to gather what she was going to say next. She sometimes hated having to look up at people to talk to them. She wasn't tall like him. "I get what you mean. So, there's a lot of team spirit between you and the other members?" She was glad she had met this guy he seemed talkative. Kelebek was talkative. Talk people, they were...
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Post by Richard Lucas on Jan 22, 2012 0:12:39 GMT -5
Just talking about Quidditch reminded Richard once again how desperately he missed playing. He hoped he'd be able to get back to it soon, if only he could get over the dizziness when he got up too high. They said severe concussions could take a while to recover from, but he was getting impatient. Right now, he felt useless and out of place.
"Oh, definitely," he replied. "The guys on the team... they're like my best mates."
Of course, since his injury he hadn't spent much time with his "best mates." He wasn't really part of the team at the moment, and if he didn't get back in playing shape again soon, they were going to move on without him. He didn't want to think about that just yet.
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