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TeafortheSoul · 08-21-2013, 11:23 PM

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Originally Posted by Zoe

Word had gotten out that there was a festival going on in Diagon Alley. So far out that even the likes of former keeper, winner of the 441st Quidditch World Cup, and current coach of the Montrose Magpies was in attendance. Colin MacKenzie, clad in your typical day-to-day wear and dark sunglasses, had given his team a day off of practice just so they all could relax a bit before their next big game in the League. He was the best coach his team could have had, and he totally deserved the title of Best Coach of the Year. Or Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award. There would be no complaints from him if he won that again.

Awards were not on the mind of the incognito man as he came up to the support booth. As an alumnus of the school, Colin felt like it was his duty to help the poor place out. Even if they had cancelled what would have been an amazing seminar with him this last term. But there was no use crying over spilt potion, though he had received a number of disappointed fan letters complaining about a staff-led seminar that involved an awful lot of hand zapping. Hopefully dear Annie wouldn’t have to cancel anymore seminars now, yes? ~~Maybe she would finally go on that broom ride with him?~~

Beneath his sunglasses, he eyed up the men at the booth when it was his turn to make his donation. They were clearly members of the Board. He wasn’t able to match any names with their faces until his eyes fell upon the youngest of the group. He was a chaser in the League, was he not? For Puddlemere United? It took everything inside of him to not make a snide comment about Magpie’s rival. “Evening, gentlemen,” Colin said casually instead, placing a large handful of galleons into one of the jars.

IT WAS COLIN MACKENZIE. IT WAS. LOOK IT. IT WAS. THAT THERE WAS COLIN MACKENZIE. If there was anything that could've made West turn into an excited puppy dog it was this. The tall fifteen year old was supposed to be meeting his girlfriend around here but ALL OF THAT WENT OUT THE DOOR WHEN HE SAW COLIN MACKENZIE. THE COLIN MACKENZIE. West DEFINITELY recognized the man behind the dark sunglasses.

He sidled up and did his best to play it cool.

Ahem. Hem hem. Cough. Over here. Cough.

"Excuse me? Er... Mr Mackenzie?" GONNADIEEEERGHgGHsdkgsaldk SO EXCITED. Cough. "I'm West Odessa, I'm a big fan of what you do for the Magpies. Can I have your autograph, please sir?"

08-21-2013, 11:23 PM	#22 (permalink)
TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe Word had gotten out that there was a festival going on in Diagon Alley. So far out that even the likes of former keeper, winner of the 441st Quidditch World Cup, and current coach of the Montrose Magpies was in attendance. Colin MacKenzie, clad in your typical day-to-day wear and dark sunglasses, had given his team a day off of practice just so they all could relax a bit before their next big game in the League. He was the best coach his team could have had, and he totally deserved the title of Best Coach of the Year. Or Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award. There would be no complaints from him if he won that again. Awards were not on the mind of the incognito man as he came up to the support booth. As an alumnus of the school, Colin felt like it was his duty to help the poor place out. Even if they had cancelled what would have been an amazing seminar with him this last term. But there was no use crying over spilt potion, though he had received a number of disappointed fan letters complaining about a staff-led seminar that involved an awful lot of hand zapping. Hopefully dear Annie wouldn’t have to cancel anymore seminars now, yes? ~~Maybe she would finally go on that broom ride with him?~~ Beneath his sunglasses, he eyed up the men at the booth when it was his turn to make his donation. They were clearly members of the Board. He wasn’t able to match any names with their faces until his eyes fell upon the youngest of the group. He was a chaser in the League, was he not? For Puddlemere United? It took everything inside of him to not make a snide comment about Magpie’s rival. “Evening, gentlemen,” Colin said casually instead, placing a large handful of galleons into one of the jars. IT WAS COLIN MACKENZIE. IT WAS. LOOK IT. IT WAS. THAT THERE WAS COLIN MACKENZIE. If there was anything that could've made West turn into an excited puppy dog it was this. The tall fifteen year old was supposed to be meeting his girlfriend around here but ALL OF THAT WENT OUT THE DOOR WHEN HE SAW COLIN MACKENZIE. THE COLIN MACKENZIE. West DEFINITELY recognized the man behind the dark sunglasses. He sidled up and did his best to play it cool. Ahem. Hem hem. Cough. Over here. Cough. "Excuse me? Er... Mr Mackenzie?" GONNADIEEEERGHgGHsdkgsaldk SO EXCITED. Cough. "I'm West Odessa, I'm a big fan of what you do for the Magpies. Can I have your autograph, please sir?" __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you