Flying towards the end of the pitch, Esme became acutely aware of a few more in the air with her as well. Good, it was about time. She'd have a difficult time of practice without the entire team to play with. Headed closer to the hoops, she noted that Fitz was not yet in place. A quick glance behind her let her know that he was at the other end with Karly, just getting started. No sense in throwing the quaffle through an unmanned hoop. Not much challenge there.

She swung around to head back down to the other side, just missing a collision with Joe in the process. Ugh, what was wrong with her today? She really needed to focus. Shaking it off, Esme flew towards the hoops, catching sight of Seraphina. Not that she had anything against the new chaser, but she wished she didn't have to get used to a new one every season. It took time to get into a groove with all three of them. Sometimes longer than others, though she'd admit they weren't doing half bad with that so far.

Without warning, Esme threw the quaffle to Seraphina, expecting her to catch it. She had to be alert and paying attention, and she was still getting a feel for how the chasers worked together.

Seraphina did a few more laps since there were only a few players up in the air right now. She got into position and looked around. She looked down and noticed that there were still players on the ground and talking. How unprofessional. If that happened on her old team, the Quiberon Quafflepunchers you would have gotten fired on the spot. She'd seen it happen quite a few times with her tenish years there. You wouldn't even get a warning on the team. Apparently they had players lined up on her old team just in case things like that happened.

Seraphina looked back up from the ground. She looked over at the keep and saw a quaffle coming her way, she caught it instantly. Were they starting now?

WHAT THE HELL???


Was this team falling apart? She glared up at them when it seemed none were doing what they were suppose to. Keeper boy was at the wrong end, Esme almost crashing into Joe, her seeker just flying about. Where the bloody hell was her other beater? Probably off with boyfriend, maybe Rebecca would have to pay that team a visit soon. Make sure her player wasn't going the wrong direction on her focus. hmm

She wrote more in her notebook and glared up at the sky, "Your team looks like they need some discipline and heavy rules there coach. My lack of showing up here better not be making you soft on them. I have plenty of coaches that could do your job." She knew there was always someone else.

Everyone was replaceable.

He watched as Esme moved towards the other end and he quickly realized they needed to start and headed that way as she threw the quaffle towards Seraphina, "Ladies doing well today I hope?" He gave them both a grin before moving into position. Giving a nod to Joe he hoped the bludger wasn't anywhere around. He wouldn't want to be hit when he really wasn't focusing just yet.

Eyes moving down to the ground he heard the loudness of Rebecca's voice carrying. He could only tell what she was spouting off about. "We should probably get started before practices ends in trades." He was sick of the trades and didn't want to se anyone else be sent away, so the better they practiced and did in games the more she'd be off their backs. hopefully

Karly was up in the air, and her mind was clearly. What a great feeling. Flying and quidditch always give her that feeling. Then that happened. From where she was she could see blonde hair coming down the pitch. Should she put out the witch is coming light. Nah it was too late for that. Oh boy. That wasn't her being excited in the least.

She wasn't going to let her presence distract her from getting the snitch. But other things might. Seeing Fitz heading her way she gave him a small smile and wave "She's been pretty lowkey lately. She's probably has a long list of why we are so terrible or something like that." She was always so negative with everything they could be the best but still be the worst. Yes always room to do better but the best wasn't even good enough.

So snitch, where are you? It would nice if it would appear so she could chase it. Ah, their it was on the other side of the pitch. Karly zoomed across the pitch after the snitch. At least this felt more like she was practicing.

So they were starting. She totally had this. After catching the quaffle Seraphina tucked the quaffle in her arm tightly and zoomed off to the other side of the pitch. She maneuvered around the other players smoothly. As she flew closer to the goals something about the team seemed very off to her. Maybe it was just here but some of the players seemed like they didn't know what the hell they were doing right now. They should know what they were doing, this is the profession devision of the sport. She made it to their keeper and threw the quaffle into on of the goals.

Um.. ?

Esme had been flying after Seraphina once she had thrown the quaffle to her, fully expecting to practice some of their chaser maneuvers. Instead, she watched as the other chaser simply flew around the rest of the team, heading straight for the hoops herself. She was aware they weren't playing one-on-one here?

She raced after her teammate, her impatience evident on her face. "This is a team effort, Daniels," she called towards her as she swung around to retrieve the quaffle from Fitz. "Pass the ball!" She hated this switching up the team constantly from Rebecca. The chasers were who she needed to have the most sync with and that took time. It was no wonder she wasn't feeling it today.

Fitz nodded to Karly, he really couldn't argue with what she said about Rebecca. He had never been a fan. "Well lets not give her anything to freak out about today." That's when he flew towards his hoops just in time to see the quaffle go through. Had they started? Usually the captain or the coach would say something. He looked both down at the coach and then to Esme, Oh well, he'd get the next one. "Is that all you got? Come on make it a little harder for me.' He wasn't scared of a bunch of chasers.

PATHETIC!!!!!


All of them were just pathetic, no wonder they were having the games they were. Where were their heads? Up Hippogriff bums by the looks of it and then one of her chasers took off by herself. Well her form was good, but this was practice, "Good grief if you can't get your team together I will find a coach that can." She snapped looking over to the head coach before looking up, "Low be a captain up there or I'll find a new one. I think you all can do a few laps to get your minds clear to work." She'd be taken over whether the coach like it or not.

She got up and walked to the middle of the pitch watching them. [b] "As always if I need something done right I have to do it myself I see."

Even though it was the off-season, their pitch was still Esme's favorite place to practice and stay in shape. When jogs through the park weren't enough, she'd sometimes come out to fly on her broom, even if she was often alone. It was also a good time for her to think.

And she had a lot on her mind lately. Esme ran a few laps on the ground before she would set her sights upwards. If she had her way, she might not be back next season. Though she hated thinking of it that way too. The thought made her sad at the same time, it was bittersweet. But time would still tell. There was still so much left unresolved.

She was working in her office. Things were getting more and more stressful. She knew the courts didn't have a leg to stand on in Australia, but it didn't stop her from keeping her guard way up. Something felt like she was still being watched, still having something going on behind her back. She knew the Catapults were keeping her on a short leash and she did not like to be put on a leash.

Needing to get away from her office she grabbed a drink and headed towards the pitch. She didn't make it far out when she noticed she wasn't alone. Who was here? It was off season.

Crossing her arms she watched her captain for awhile, watching and sipping her drink.

Once she rounded one end of the pitch and headed back down the other way, Esme became aware of the fact that she was not alone. That didn't really bother her, even if she did come to be alone with her thoughts. She enjoyed most of the people on her team and, even if they exercised together, it would likely be in silence anyway. It was too hard to talk when you are out of breath.

But she couldn't quite tell who it was from where she was currently running. The build appeared to be of a woman's, and she looked to be.. blonde. Karly, maybe? She kept running, her eyes trained on the figure until she got a little closer. Oh. It was the team manager. Not exactly her favorite person, but Esme wasn't one to be rude for no reason either.

"Rebecca.." She gave her an acknowledging nod as her sprinting took her a little closer, her breathing still heavy with exertion. She still heard rumors, but apparently nothing had come of them.

She stood watching her captain with her arms folded across her chest. Running, she hadn't done that in awhile maybe she could do for a few sprints herself, but she wasn't really dressed for it. No she was going to stay where she was and just watch for a bit.

As her captain came towards her she nodded, "Esme" as her captain kept going she turned and headed towards one of the seats. She slipped off her work shoes and pulled out her wand. Transfiguring her dress into a better suited running outfit and her heels into tennis shoes, the blonde pulled up her hair and moved back to the pitch.

"Care if I join you?" She began to jog towards the way Esme went.

Though she had slowed down only slightly to acknowledge Rebecca as she ran past, Esme sped back up to her normal pace as she passed her and began heading towards the other end. She wasn't really there to converse, though she did wonder why her manager was there, not that she was going to ask her any time soon.

Thinking she might run another lap or two before she took to the air, Esme was slightly surprised to hear footsteps behind her. At first she thought maybe another teammate had joined her on the pitch before she heard the voice. Rebecca..?

Well, surprised was an understatement, and Esme glanced behind her as she continued jogging. "Don't mind at all." That was interesting to say the least, but she wouldn't mind a jogging companion, even if it was Rebecca.

Did Rebecca like jogging, yes, actually she did. She felt it was a way to get a clear mind and lately she was needing to clear it. She had obviously gotten away with yet another brush with the law. She was sure they were over her and moved on to another big deal item. She could now focus on her trades and contracts, speaking of contracts.

"You know Emse, you've been with the team for quite sometime. How do you think your career is going?" No shortness of breath yet, she was in great shape, though she knew she wouldn't be able to talk in full sentences for long with exercising.

She could easily trade the woman, did she know? She was curious as to why she was jogging here on the off season, didn't she have a park she could run at? Rebecca liked the quiet of her office, especially this time of year.

Fun? Or headache?

Fuuuuuuun? Or headache?

Legend Chosen had yet to decide what today would lead to. Walking onto the pitch with his hands stuffed into his pocket he barely stole a glance at Alexa beside him. She knew to behave right? He had brought her along as a test to see how she could handle this. She had done excellent from what he had hear with the whole Russian diplomat money betting thing, but this was slightly different. Something she hadn't uncovered herself and something they had to do on behalf of another country.

His attention quickly turned to the two women who appeared to be jogging and Legend stopped walking, standing his ground where he was, because eventually they'd come around, and he'd be directly in their path.

So.

Here they were.

About bloody time. Years of back and forth, years of dealing with some of the worst types of wizards he's ever come across. Some muggles too. Woman deserves to rot away for decades just for that to be honest. Also her crimes, but also for that. As usual Sol arrived disillusioned at the scene hours earlier and waited, sipping his drink and losing himself in his musings. At some point the two women appeared on the pitch and he sighed. After finally showing the DMLE all the evidence and persuading them of Marroon's irrefutable guilt, Sol had taken a step back to allow the aurors to fact check. He grudgingly understood the need, even if he didn't appreciate not being trusted. Not like he didn't have two decades under his belt or anything? Bloody ministry. How old was Browne anyways?

So, refusing to take his word for it as they do, the ministry bumbled about for some time and then, finally they'd finished. The date and time had been set, it was all about to be over. Which brought him back to this moment right now. Waving his wand to remove his enchantments, the almost forty year old slowly rose to his feet and made his way down the stairs behind the Head Auror and his companion. Two years. This was something he definitely didn't want to miss.

She wasn't going to mess this up. Legend let her tag along even though he didn't need to and she didn't officially have a badge. That was saying something and for that reason, Lex was gonna try her absolute hardest to make him see just how seriously she was taking this whole thing.

The YATI followed Legend's silent lead, eyes trained on the women in the distance. By the description they'd received, she knew which of the two they were meant to be apprehending so it was only a matter of waiting.

While they stood there, she tried to fight down the little ball of excited nerves that threatened to show but also that little tinge of annoyance. Why was it that they always had to be doing someone else's dirty work then the other guy swoops in and takes over from there? When would they have a case they could actually send the bloke's to Azkaban for in their own jurisdiction?

Just didn't seem right.

Esme continued her jog down the far end of the pitch, keeping her same pace, not even glancing at Rebecca as the other woman caught up to her. Until she heard her words. That had taken her slightly off-guard. She was certain that Rebecca didn't know of her plans, which really were not set in stone. Not until she had a positive test result anyway. Until then, she had planned to keep playing. But her manager's words held a certain tone. Almost as if she was toying with her, which would not surprise Esme in the slightest.

"Going great, actually," she managed, her breathing coming heavier now and talking not as easy. "Top of my game." And she knew that she was, which made her thoughts even more difficult, but it was what she wanted.. or at least she thought. She wavered at times.

Esme jogged in silence a moment, rounding the end of the pitch and slowing a bit as she saw three figures down at the other end. She'd have thought nothing of it had it been during the season as she would have figured them to be teammates, but what were the chances of half the team showing up during the off-season? Slim to none. Besides, as she got closer she could tell that they weren't as recognizable as that even if they were still at a distance.

"Friends of yours?" She glanced at Rebecca.

She was jogging pretty easily has the two went down the pitch and around to head back to where they started. "That is good to know." She knew Esme had been on the team awhile and she knew she was pretty dedicated. Not one that she ever worried wasn't loyal to the team, but sometimes changes happened and early in the off season Rebecca was keeping all of her options open.

"There will be some changes, but maybe not as many as usual. I will see what deals are made though." That was your warning Esme.

As she turned her head she noticed the three people coming on to the pitch. "They most certainly are not." She stopped jogging annoyed that anyone would come while she was in exercise clothes and that people were there unannounced. This was very unacceptable.

"What do you think you are doing here? You have to have an appointment or be a member of this team to be on this property." Where was the security at? She will be firing them all if these people were here to cause any trouble.

Legend' eyes flickered to the older man who had suddenly decided to make his presence known. He had sensed that he had been around, but as long as he stood out of their way, then the blond really had no qualms with him.

As the women got closer, Legend simply crossed his arms, knowing that his wand was easily in reach. Appointment? Heh- "Under normal circumstances I'd completely agree with you Ms. Maroon but these aren't exactly normal circumstances." Legend uncrossed his arms, his eyes quickly flickering to the woman at her side for a quick sense on if she'd be a problem or not.

"My name is Legend Chosen, I work for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement-" He jabbed his thumb at Alexa. "That's my partner- and he-" Uh...who was the investigator guy? His name? S..something. "I guess he's your demise, but either way- we have a warrant for your arrest following an ongoing murder investigation in Australia. So I suggest you come with us and not make this harder than it needs to be." His tone was slightly bored. He had done this so many times before, but really...half the time people never listened when he said they should just make it easier on themselves.

It was slightly unlucky that the other woman, Ms. Esme Whit-something, had decided to choose this particular day to go for a jog around the stadium during the off season. Sol disliked unclean arrests, he found that once the media was involved everything became a lot messier and much more of a headache. All really depends on if this quidditch player knew how to keep her mouth shut. Also, if she even wanted to. Maroon had been terrorising this team for a while.

He walked as quickly as he could without appearing undignified and slowed to a stop just behind the two Aurors as Chosen began talking. Soon he would never have to hear Maroon's voice demanding him to leave - under various disguises of course - ever again. It also pleased him when their esteemed Head Auror seemed to misplace his name, and he gave a solemn nod of his head to the woman. The less she knew the better.

He briefly noted that he quite liked being called "someone's demise". Nice little memory for the pensieve.

She didn't care what Legend said, every bone in Lex's body was hoping this woman would resist. The young woman wanted nothing more than to be given a reason to use force against a lady that talked to them like the pitch was her birth right and they were desecrating it.

Alexa wouldn't be the one to encourage her though. Hardly, so she stood there, eyes still fixed on the target with only the occasional glance at the other woman. Hopefully she didn't have some dead on loyalty to the woman that would propel her into action...though wouldn't that leave for an exciting arrest?

The former Gryffindor took a step forward at Legend's introduction but was sure not to get further than he was considering this was still his arrest.

Up to you woman. The easy way or the fun way.

Knowing that the other people on the pitch were not teammates nor were they anyone who was supposed to be there today, Esme might have though they were fans looking for an autograph or just wanting to experience a professional Quidditch stadium thinking no one would be there. In fact, those thought went briefly through her head. But it soon became very clear that no one was here for an autograph.

She slowed completely to a stop, several yards away from them, her eyes moving from Rebecca to the three strangers as the first spoke. Magical Law Enforcement? Demise? Wow.. maybe the rumors were true. And then she audibly gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as the man continued. "Murder? That can't be real.."

She turned to look at Rebecca with a shocked look on her face. Her manager was many things, and she'd likely believe some of the other things she had heard as awful as they were. But murder? She couldn't believe that even Rebecca would go that far.

She listened to the man and then eyed all three of them. "What the hell?" She glanced at Esme and then back to the men. "What proof do you have? I have went to all interviews and have followed all procedures for that stupid false attempted murder of that lying no good step child of mine." The stupid wizards that failed in that were lucky they got caught before she could end them. She'd make sure they paid for dealing with all of this.

"I will not be going anywhere with anyone. I want my lawyer present." She tapped her foot at them annoyed. She was annoyed they were there, annoyed Esme was watching this, and super annoyed she was in exercise clothes. Thank Merlin no one would be getting a picture of her for the papers.

UGH

"Esme you can leave, I will handle all of this."

Rebecca Maroon's voice was extremely annoying. Did she know that? She had too or else Legend felt extremely sorry for her.

What proof did he have? How was that any of her business? And why did it matter that she cooperated with them? Didn't she understand what being UNDER ARREST meant? So annoying voice, and not that smart, but smart enough to work with hit people? Alright then. "Proof?" He blinked. "We actually don't have to tell you any of it. Being arrested doesn't mean that you're guilty it just means that we want to obtain you because we believe that you're guilty."

Legend offered the tiniest slightest of smiles. Get it now? Her innocence was to be proven in the courts. Not with him. Because he didn't care. "You may certainly have your lawyer present the moment we get you back to the Ministry. Until then you will be coming, since you have no choice in the matter." He nudged his head at Alexa. The YATI could arrest her now.

Proof? Yes, because they were going to lay it all out for her on the table right here and now. Clearly this woman thought they owed her something but she was sure Legend put to rest any hopes of that. He was perfectly right, she was under arrest and she could have a lawyer but he didn't need to be present for this. "Don't forget you have the right to remain silent." She reminded with a somewhat pointed look as she stepped forward.

Apparently the arresting bit would be her part and Lex was positive it could be well handled without the woman's voice ringing in her ears. Wasn't like she was saying anything useful.

Alexa drew the cuffs from her side and took calculated steps toward the woman if only for the reason that she was almost sure she would be dumb enough to resist arrest from Law Enforcement. "Hands where I can see 'em." but she wouldn't be waiting long. If this lady decided she wouldn't comply. Oh no, there was always plan B--and Legend was plan C.