Kill a word If I could only...

She knew that she needed to find Link. That telling him something like this was important. But at the same time she wasn't looking all that hard. She would get there, Zoë thought that she had time, and she didn't know if Lady Macmillan was going to be able to help her at all. That was the scariest part of this right now. Of course, she knew that there were other parts of this that were going to be just as terrifying. More so, when she really thought about it. But she wasn't there yet. She wasn't going to let herself think about that stuff yet. It wouldn't end well. She would probably start to panic, and she couldn't panic. Not right now. There was too much going on right now to panic. She could panic later, at home. Locked in her room so that Sarai didn't know that there was anything wrong. She wasn't ready to share this. Not yet. She knew that she would have to. That suddenly ceasing to drink, and sleeping more, and getting her job changed, hopefully, was going to raise some flags. But she wasn't convinced that they were going to be noticed right away.  She thought that she could get away with it for a little while at least. That she could get away with hiding what was going on, but that eventually something was going to happen. They were going to figure her out. Someone was going to figure it out, and she thought that there was a good chance that someone would see her. Recognize her. She wasn't invisible anymore. Her face had made headlines again in gossip columns last month when those pictures with Link had surfaced. They were incriminating, at best, and yet, Zoë thought that they could have just been dismissed. No one would have thought twice about them, but now? Now there was the possibility that this could get messy. And whether or not she ended up telling the world the truth, she knew that she had to tell Link. That he deserved the truth, and he deserved it from her, and no one else. Certainly not the tabloids. That was the last thing that she needed. Them catching wind of something that they hadn't known, and then running with it. Making up stories that weren't even close to true.  For all that she knew this could be someone important's love child before the tabloids got done with it. But that wasn't the case, and she knew it. Zoë would give him whatever tests he wanted, if he didn't believe her, but she had no reason to lie, and it wasn't like he couldn't know that it was at least possible. They had been drunk, but she could guarantee that they hadn't been that drunk. She at least remembered... Some of it. And some of it was better than nothing, after all. Right now it was a matter of finding him, and finding him meant trying to think like him. It was a Wednesday, and she didn't really think that she knew where he would be on a Wednesday. Practice, maybe? Zoë had no clue what time practice was, if they had it at the pitch where they played, how on earth she was going to explain why she needed in there to see the coach when she didn't really have any reason other than the big reason that she wasn't about to go broadcasting to everyone...  When she got there though there hadn't been any security guards waiting around or anything, and so she had slipped inside fairly unnoticed. Trying to decide where to go, and what to do, she just headed up to the seats. Whether or not they were having practice now, she could sit in here and just think for a little while. That wouldn't hurt anything, just thinking. Taking a minute to just breathe, and be... Zoë had no idea how long she had actually been sitting up in the stands before someone else came out onto the pitch. Putting a hand to her eyes she squinted in the direction of the person that was carrying a broom over their shoulder, but it wasn't him. Zoë could tell by the way that the person carried their shoulders that it wasn't Link. Slumping down in her seat a little bit, Zoë didn't know if she would get away with not being seen or not. It really could have gone either way.

Zoë's Outfit

@alfie

Someone I used to know

Zoe Genevieve Shafiq / wearing this, fuck polyvore bruh

Life was fucking amazing sometimes. Alfie was slowly learning that things had to 'get bad before they got good', and it seemed that the good had been finally outweighing the bad recently - which was an absolute relief. Alfie had experienced a roller coaster of a ride the past year but he wouldn't change it for anything. He felt stronger as a person and a player. After his multiple nasty grocery list of Witch Weekly tabloids outlining his multiple fuckups including, but not limited to: Flying Under the Influence and crashing into a Muggle post box, excessive drinking, abusing random substances, and general dumb fuckery that lead to his suspension from the Ballycastle Bats. Lincoln was tired of his shit and his dead weight dragging the team down. After a month and a half away, Alfie realized what he truly wanted, and he felt extremely guilty for jeopardizing his teams previous wins. This year would be different. He owed it to his team, he owed it to Lincoln for believing in him and giving him another chance when he knew that he didn't really deserve it.

This morning Alfie had made it early to practice so that he could get himself situated for the day and get his proper stretches and warm ups in before the main practice. The stands were empty, aside from one petite, lonely body in the stands whom he noticed immediately upon entering the pitch. The Bats had very strict closed practice sessions, but Alfie wasn't the one to ever lay down the law - mostly because he was usually the one breaking it - and he really hated being a party pooper. However, this didn't mean that he couldn't approach the mystery lady and assess the situation since he had some spare time on his hands.

As Alfie made his way toward the female in the stands he noticed her slump into the seat in some sort of failed effort to not be seen. It took him only a couple of steps before he recognized who it was by the shape of her face and her body frame. That was his fellow former Gryffindor and singing sensation, Zoe Armstrong. He knew her from Hogwarts, both being lions in the same year. Cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice, "Oi! 'Scuse me, ma'am, this is a closed practice..." Alfie bellowed in an uncharacteristic authoritative tone. He was obviously joking, the wide boyish smile on his face showed it. ”Look at what the Bats dragged in... Zoe Armstrong, how the fuck have ya been, love?” Alfie inquired, offering the old friend a friendly embrace.

Alfie had seen the pictures of Lincoln and Zoe. He figured it was partially why Lincoln was going a little easier on him - since Alfie had gone through similar problems only a few months previously. After hiding in shame and getting over the humiliation of his own articles, Alfie committed himself some hard work and cleaning up his act, finding a lovely girlfriend that doubled as his manager...things were finally starting to look up. Some may disagree with mixing romance and work but that never stopped him from doing anything in the past. It surprisingly worked pretty damn well for him so he was going to enjoy it. Weren't girlfriends basically like micro-managers, anyways? Totally.

Kill A
Word

Things changed, life changed, and sometimes there was nothing that you could do about it. Sometimes you just had to try and find the things that were going to help you pull yourself through. Right now, she didn’t think that she was going to get that lucky. She didn’t think that there was anything that was just going to magically pull her through, but at the same time Zoë knew that she had to tell him. She had to tell him the truth. Because she didn’t want him to find out on the cover of some magazine. She didn’t want him to find out from someone else that she was pregnant. Not when it was his kid. And it was his kid. She knew that it was. There wasn’t any other option. Zoë knew that they had never run that risk in the past. She had been diligent. She had made sure that she wasn’t going to wreck their lives with something like this. And then this time she hadn’t. This time it had been a hell of a long time since they had done anything that stupid. They had been friends. They had been just friends for a couple of months, and that was fine. She was glad to have him back in her life, she needed a friend. But then they had gotten drunk.

They had gotten drunk and that had changed everything. What she remembered, what he remembered, she didn’t actually know if they matched up. All she knew was that she had ended up in a position that had some pretty steep consequences. And that consequence was working on growing little fingers and toes. Keeping the baby was her choice, and she knew that. But she also knew that he had every right to know. He had fathered a child, and that wasn’t something that you just didn’t tell someone. Even if she didn’t want anything from him, she wasn’t going to ask him for anything, she didn’t think that she needed anything from him in the least, but she wanted him to know. She wanted him to know that she was going to have his kid. And that she was going to do her best to take care of it, and raise it, and all of that. She didn’t think that she had ever really wanted kids. It wasn’t something that had ever been on her radar, expect to prevent it. But that was different too.

When it was her kid, and when it already existed, she couldn’t bring herself to give it up. She couldn’t bring herself to do anything to harm it, and that was complicated. With who she was, and what she had to do, making sure that it wasn’t hurt was something that she was working on. That’s what the meeting with Lady Macmillan had been for. She wanted to make sure that she could do this. That they weren’t just going to kill her. And she had to hope that they weren’t. That someone else wasn’t going to find out and decide that she just wasn’t worth the effort. She needed a decision that fell in her favor, and she needed it to work itself out somehow. There was nothing that she thought that she was going to do, that would make all that much of a difference. She had made her case, and now they just had to decide. They had to decide what to do with her, about her, because she was a problem. She was a wrinkle in their system, and she had to think that she couldn’t be the only one.

But that was just it. No one in Kolna had gotten pregnant. No one had been in this situation when they were all living together. When everything was regulated and controlled. But they had turned them loose. They had set them free in a moderate enough way that they weren’t being regulated all of the time, and now this had happened. And it was something that they were going to have to decide what to do about, because if they gave her an easier job, that wasn’t fair. If they left her in her job, they were killing an unborn child. There had to be some sort of middle ground. It was just that no one had found it yet. But it was only day one… Looking up at the sound of someone yelling she chuckled a little bit when she realized that it was Alfie. “Hey Alf…” She waited for him to get closer and then wrapped her arms around him when he hugged her. “I’ve certainly been better…” There was no doubt about that, but she didn’t think that he had actually meant it like that. “How about you? Long time no see…” A lot of things had changed, after all, but she knew that some things had to still be the same.

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