she's so high

High above me, she's so lovely

Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite

When Andromeda had come home and announced that she had purchased Puddlemere United, Emmaline had felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pleased. She wanted Rabastan to have something that he enjoyed. She wanted them to have something that they could all do as a family. But she had removed herself from the quidditch world when Travis had died. They had been long time present faces in the Falcons organization. He had played for years, and then when they had had the kids, he had switched to scouting for them, and he had done that until the day that he had died.

Both Zoë and Mallory had gotten that active streak from their father. And she knew that Zoë had every intention of getting onto the Slytherin team this coming year. She wanted that for her. But she also had hesitated in coming here that first day. She had let her daughter run ahead with Andromeda and the boys. And she had hung back. She had waited until Rabastan had taken her hand, and he had let her take her time. Walking back into something that she had so quickly walked away from. Everything about quidditch reminded her of Travis.

And those were complicated emotions to have. She knew that. She knew that she was going to have to try and separate the two in her head. The fact that PU was not the Falcons helped a little bit. She didn’t know if she could have handled it if Andromeda had purchased the Falcons. But she hadn’t. And now they owned this place. They owned this team. All three of them. That had been the truly unexpected part. She hadn’t thought that her name would be going on the paperwork, but Andromeda had put it there. She really was a part of this family.

“Emmmm.” Arcturus squirmed on her hip as she turned to look at him. “Hungry.” She didn’t know where Andromeda had gone, but they had all arrived together earlier, and the other witch had had both Roarke, and the diaper bag in her arms when they had.

“Okay, Little Man. Let’s find Mama.” The only thing that she could think, when she didn’t see either Andromeda or Rabastan in the stands was that they must have disappeared into the offices. Which was simply not the point of coming to the pitch to watch practice. But she was well aware of the fact that until about three weeks ago, all Andromeda had known about quidditch was what the balls were called, and the names of the positions. Which she had nearly gotten wrong.

Zoë had spent the last three weeks trying to educate the older witch on what it was that went on here, and she knew that Rabastan was helping, but lessons with Rabastan involving anything always ended in one of two ways. They had been here long enough that she didn’t think that Andromeda would care if she gave Arcturus a snack, and she would have liked to have given them their snack at the same time, but she didn’t know where Zoë and Roarke had gone either. Hoping that they were all four in the same direction, she headed down the hall towards the offices and the locker rooms.

A door opened at the end of the hall just as she stepped into it and Em looked up from where Arcturus had his hand on her cheek, trying to keep her attention on the fact that he was hungry. “Zoë?” The woman coming out of the room was not her daughter, was not any of her daughters, but she recognized her anyway. Fanny Maddock. “Sorry.” Emmaline bounced the toddler from her right hip to her left in one quick shift and held her hand out to the other woman. “Emmaline Avery.” She figured that she already knew that, but not just anyone was supposed to be back here after all.

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she's so high

[attr="class","reasonsmall1"]She's blood, flesh and bones No tucks or silicone She's touch smell sight taste and sound

[attr="class","reasonbod1"]She didn’t want to get out of the ice bath. In fact, as Fanny slipped further into the water, numbing the rest of her body, she wondered if she could just stay. The ice felt good against her sore muscles, which were in desperate need of recovery.

Fanny had been running drills all afternoon.

This week’s game was an important one – though Fanny knew they stood a chance against Wigtown. From what she’d seen, their Chasers were sloppy and their Seeker cocky. It should be a skate, but it would determine if they moved up or down in rankings. Fanny knew that she wouldn’t be the reason they lost, so she’d been hitting in the pitch hard.

She wouldn't last forever. There would come a moment in her life where she wouldn't be able to keep up with the young recruits anymore. But until that moment, you bet your ass she wouldn't show any mercy. Fanny sunk even lower, finally dunking her head underneath the ice-cold water and emerging with a gasp.

Time to go, she thought, staring up at the clock on the wall. It was nearly Happy Hour and that meant she had places to be.

The woman stood, toweled off and threw on one of the outfits she kept here for quick changes, before heading out of the locker rooms. Her hair could wait...after all, no one at Carl's gave a shit what she looked like.

Pulling the towel off of her head as she opened the door, Fanny’s red hair hit her shoulders, forming mini puddles where it collided with the cloth of her shirt.

“Zoë?”

“No,” Fanny answered, not even bothering to look up at who it was. It wouldn’t be the first time some die-hard broke into the locker rooms trying to get Jaxon’s autograph and Fanny had to “escort” them out. But, as she looked up from the ends of her hair, she saw that it was not, in fact, a crazed fan at the end of the hallway. It was one of the team’s owners. Weird, she thought, raising her eyebrows. She’d seen the woman around a few times, but never long enough to have a conversation. Now, Emmaline was the only thing that stood between her and Happy Hour at Carl’s Clubhouse. But she was willing to give her a few minutes.

“Emmaline, pleasure. Name’s Fanny Maddock,” Fanny gave her a salute before her eyes were drawn to the two smaller ankle biters that the woman held in her arms. Well, she had been willing to give her a few minutes. The child in her arms changed things a little.

“Little…child...” She wasn’t overly fond of children – never had been. It was the reason that she’d divorced Nacho…or rather, that he’d divorced her. Irreconcilable differences, he’d cited. But how was Fanny supposed to know that he was going to change his mind like that? How could she have possibly known that a few years after reckless abandonment, he was going to want a family?

She wasn’t cut out for family, Fanny thought as she reached up, trying to avoid the prying, beady little eyes of the young boy that was in Emmaline’s arms. She wasn’t meant to be a mum or an aunt or anything that required any responsibility, really. She was much better suited to be the team's designated drinker and strongest arm this side of River Piddle.

Fanny returned her attention to Emmaline, now fully ignoring the pint-sized human being that she was carrying. She swore to Merlin if it started crying, she was out of here… if that was the case, nothing could stop her from Apparating straight to Carl’s. “Something I can do for you? Got no one on the team named Zoë…”

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