* the canals are freezing (archer)

[LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE]

This game was going absolutely horrible- perhaps it was the worst on for the Ballycastle Bats of the whole season, and it was all thanks to one moronic baboon of a referee. The Bats were down by 80 points already thanks to two penalty shots awarded to the other team, and the other team's seeker had already been on a chase for the snitch three times already. Luckily, the snitch successfully evaded the grasp of that pesky seeker thanks to Lyla. She had been targeting the seeker this game and her bludgers kept distracting the seeker.

The blonde had a determined look on her face as she sped off towards the center chaser who had a bludger heading towards him. The last thing this team needed was an injury. Lyla's bat connected with the bludger and she successfully deflected it, and it was now on its way towards the other team's Keeper. As soon as she started to speed away from the action with the Quaffle, the damn referee's whistle blew. This time, the prick was calling a foul and demanding that the center chaser be taken off the pitch for the remainder of the game. "WHAT RUBBISH!" Lyla yelled, her temper flaring. The referee was too far to hear her opinions though.

Her first reaction? Knock some common sense into that idiot. And that was what Lyla did. The small blonde raced across the field towards her other beater, drawing up some attention from the crowd. "Give me that, mate." she demanded, taking her teammate's bat. Holding both bats with one hand and using her other to maneuver her broom, she quickly swatted both bludgers towards the referee with all the energy she had (which was a lot, because rage was flowing through her veins). They both hit consecutively and the referee fell to the ground and didn't move. The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and fury, and Lyla was immediately called off the pitch.

Her heart was pounding and her temper had suddenly cooled. The feeling of regret was filling her body. She knew immediately, that she had just ended her career and was bound to end up going through a hearing for this. Was the poor guy alright? She reached the team's portion of the arena where fans were not authorized to enter, but already a swarm of people were forming around the exit. What was she going to do? Her hands shook and she wrapped her arms around herself, waiting for the Quidditch officials to make their way over. Her team's owner and manager refused to look at her and left the room as she entered. "Lyla, what have you done?" she breathed to herself as she pulled her hair out of a pony tail and let it hang messily in her face.

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[ARCHER ORION ABNER]

"Why do you feel the need to torture yourself?

Archer could literally hear the monotone voice of his shrink wheezing in his ear as he tried once again to ignore high pitched sulking whine that was happening in his left ear. His date Margo Livingston whom was fully equipped to service his needs when it came to decorating his bedroom, but honestly why he thought that for one minute he would enjoy Margo in daylight hours was beyond him..

Sadly regardless of if he enjoyed her in the daylight or not was beyond his control as she didn't go home even when he as politely as he could mentioned he was attending a Quidditch match for the purpose of Cheering his ex-wife on.. Granted he did make it sound like he was more hung up on Lyla than he actually was, but Margo wasn't a heeding the hints sort of witch it appears as he ended up dragging her along, because she refused to go home.

Currently he wished had just bit the wand so to speak and opted for his prior plan for shoving the witch fireplace with a hand full of floo power, mainly because he was having a difficult time watching Lyla fly, with having to answer Margo's questions about quidditch ever moment or so..

"No Margo the ones with the bat are Beaters.. "

"Noo Margo their called Beaters, not Hitters"

"No I don't know who made their Uniforms..."

" No I don't know if they are Polyester Margo.. Lets try to watch the game.."

Granted there was few times when she put her hand on his thigh and whispered things in his ear that weren't so annoying, but he wasn't there to get mounted by her. He had already done that and it sure as hell didn't cost him as much as these bloody tickets had cost him.. He was there for Lyla and the honest joy of the game.. A game that that Margo was currently suckling the joy out of.

"Huh your allergic to Polyester.. Was not aware.. Shall try not to shove any your mouth..... Later.. " Sigh she was attempting to be seductive again, but at this point, and time he was busy watching pixie like beater for the Bats was attempting to de-seat a Seeker from their broom, and it was becoming difficult to focus on anything with what Margo was now whispering things in his ear.. His brow arched up and he smirked.. " Really.....Well I think we can find somewhere private" Granted the loo in at the back of his private viewing box was not exactly classy, but it would serve its purpose..

It is during this time in which Archer learn that nothing would ruin a mood him quiet like hearing through a not so thick door that Margo was presently pressed against that his ex-wife was being thrown from a game for assaulting the referee whom was showing blatant favoritism to the opposing team.

Within minutes he was he was flashing his manager licenses at various security, while dragging his bimbo like date who was busily insisting to be know why she was being dragged, and why if the game was over why they weren’t going to dinner like he had promised that morning.. Thankfully the security was only concerned about the fact that people had badges and not what the badges said he found himself at the team’s management area.

Dragging his high heeled date behind him with Margo still firing off questions.. He finally lost it and dropped her hand.. “ Look is my wife.. She probably lost her bloody job Margo.. “ Blinking he irate he fished in his jacket pocket for some coins and tossed them at her. “Get some floo, or pay to have a bloody port made to take you back home.. “

“YOU DIDN”T TELL ME YOU WERE MARRIED” and with a fit of blonde hair and a black dress one of Archer’s problems left. Not the least bit concerned that he was for the next 3 seconds the center of skeptical stares, and glowering glares. He shook it off and made his way over to Lyla. “ I’ve contacted Rein she has an Barrister on the way. You know not to talk to anyone till after you have your rights protected.” He gave a disgusted look as he saw one of the Skeeter’s minions slinking over with a quick quill..

“Hawthorne what do you say to people saying your mental breakdowns caused the near death of officials trying to govern a fair game, and that your rampage will only cease when you’ve bashed in every referee that has ever suggested you have the talent of a wing back monkey.. “
Turning on the reporter he snapped the balding man’s quill in half and grabbed him up be the shirt, and went to shoving him out the door.
“ NO comment come closer, and there will be two morons beaten senseless at this match”
Looking back at Lyla whom he had never seen looking so defeated and childlike he leaned against the wall. “ Don’t bother with telling me to sod off either lil girl, you may not like it but right now you bloody well need me..”


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[LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE]

Was the man awake yet? Was he seriously injured? Or...no he couldn't be dead. She hoped he wasn't dead at least. People have died in Quidditch games throughout history and those two nasty bludgers very well could have ended his life. No one had came to his rescue to attempt to deflect them, he was not prepare nor did he have any sort of protective gear on him. Lyla could already imagine the look on her family's faces- pure disgust, shock and then nothing, because she'd be whisked off to Azkaban. Her hands began shaking and she needed to know the condition of the man. "Er, Jones... is the ref awake?" she managed to squeak out at the manager's assistant, hoping that the lanky, submissive man would break the silence and give her some ease. He glanced at her and opened his mouth, but then he was whisked away by his boss. Her heart sank.

The blonde's knees shook and she heard the crowd building outside of the team quarters. She was in for a rough ride. She turned her back towards the door, wrapping her arms around herself even tight as if she would physically fall apart if she let go. Perhaps it would be easier if she did- she wouldn't have to face the consequences of her actions or worse: her family.

She was pulled out of a pity party by an all too familiar voice and the high pitched whine of another unidentifiable person. The woman's voice instantly irked her and she turned, seeing none other than Archer Abner, her ex husband, and some sleazy looking female he must have dragged with him to the game. Lyla's icy eyes turned even colder and formed slits as she glared down the woman. If looks could kill, she'd be in worse condition than the referee she had just knocked off his broom out on the pitch. She dropped her arms to her sides and her hands made fists. The wing-bat was lucky that Lyla didn't have her wand on her or else she would have been met with a series of nasty hexes.

However, the woman was dealt with my Archer her did what he did best and pissed her off and then shooed her out. Normally that would make the blonde smile and laugh like it usually did, but she couldn't bring herself to even break a smirk. As soon as the woman was on her way out she called out after her: "I hope you enjoy your loos-" she was cut off by Archer (probably for the greater good of the situation considering people would have her Lyla cursing out the annoying hag as she left. "Thank you, my dear husband." she rolled her eyes at her ex before unleashing her newly rekindled temper out on him. "You decided to bring one of your whores into this DESIGNATED area at a time like this? Is that really necessary, Archer? I've lost my bloody job and I'm probably going to get arrested or something, and you brought that whining piece of work here?" She got so close to him that they would have been eye to eye if Lyla was that tall. She poked his chest before exhaling deeply.

Archer went on to say that he had called Rein and he instructed her not to talk. "I'll talk if I-" she went to argue back just to be difficult, but she was cut off by one of the sneaky reporters from the Daily Prophet. Her anger quickly faded and she backed off, leaning against a wall nearby and slowly sliding down. She was actually glad Archer was here- she would have blown up at that man by now. Mental breakdown? Perhaps... "Oh Merlin, my family... My grandmother what is she going to say..?" she asked out loud as Archer was finishing dealing with the reporter. She put her face in her hands to hide the tears brimming in her eyes. She tried not to care about her stupid family because they were disappointed with almost everything she did (except for her marriage to Archer, who they knew came from a well off family). This was something she was never going to live down if she didn't get disowned.

It annoyed her how well Archer knew her despite their relationship ending years ago. She looked between her fingers at him, about to tell him to go away (in a rude way), when he stopped her in her tracks. "You're right." she admitted quietly. While Lyla hated relying on others and being seen as weak, she was not a liar. She knew she needed him right now. Otherwise she'd be Azkaban's newest prisoner by now. She dropped her hands and looked up at her ex husband from her position on the floor. "How is he? Is he...?" she couldn't bring herself to say it without her hands shaking. "I can't be a murderer. I can't. My life is OVER." she got up, slapping the wall with her hand out of desperation. "What do I do? Archer, what the bloody hell do I do?" she began to freak out. If it was one thing she needed, it was a sense of order and right now, everything was out of control.



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[ARCHER ORION ABNER]

“Her loos.. Eeeer What? Careful now Lyla remember you’ve done me too…“

He said defensively, granted the defense wasn’t for Margo. He had specifically gotten rid of Margo a few minutes ago. In his mind he deserved a noble peace prize, and a freaking order of Merlin title for how great he was being with the current situation.

Sadly, Was he getting such?, no he was still getting flak from his ex-wife. It was just like a woman to ream him for daring to be so vulgar, as to be seen with another woman in public. He blinking several times not exactly sure what to say as he knew even after she had done in moronic referee that she could still be potentially dangerous with that wand of hers.

“Yes I brought a Date to a Match, and I was getting compensated pretty good there till you decided to fly off you gold plated rocker forcing me to ruin the mood.”

He added with an arched brow. He figured she should have been a bit more relieved to see him considering what he was giving up to be there for her. The annoyance was written clearly across his face as he glanced around his eyes flickering nervously to the door as he figured he wouldn’t be the only one resolved to be there for her. The commotion outside his door his glance narrowed as he expected to see Foxer.. But was relieved to see that the Bat’s manager whom was currently having an altercation with the reporter.. His glower flickered back to Lyla his and he saw the look in her eyes, and opted to if anything make her laugh.

Sadly that is when she opted to show a bit of that shocking womanly weakness that he didn’t’ think she was capable of. He felt awkward as he knew what men do for their wives in situations such as this. He sighed and knew that regardless of if she was no longer his, or not. He would do what he could to help her. With a resigned sigh he silently hoped that the authorities had at least opted “ So yeah Lyla you freaking owe me. One skank by weeks end. Cause MERLIN help me if you’re not going to give it up, you at least should have the decency to compensate me for the ho’s you chase off.
Thankfully he didn’t say half of what was on his mind as it probably would have meant he would be joining that referee as yet another man who would be needing a stretcher thanks in large part due to his ex-wife. He snorted a sound that sounded a bit mix of a groan and chuckle.

“Your grandmother if memory serves will naturally wonder to whom is flipping the bill for legal team.. And the rest of them will hopefully use some caution and keep their concerns to themselves.. Tell them I got it handled for you.. Cause I do..” He went and took a seat next to her put his hand out in offer to hold her hand.. Before getting disgruntle that she didn’t take it, and went to just snatch her hand up.

” I didn’t exactly see the hit was sort of pre-occupied. However you seem genuinely remorseful which is more than I can say the last person who did the name of a quidditch a favor and put a bias ref out of their misery..“ His eyes shifted to the door where motion was in full swing out the door contrary where they were now. It was silent as the two of them just sat and waited for news that would change their world. Strange that it was him that happened to be there as it wasn’t first time they were in a position where both were at a loss of words where both were terrified just this time it wasn’t a doctor’s office. As that scene played out in his mind he felt his mouth dry and he gulped hard and looked at her and smiled softly..
“ Like old times aye.. “





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[LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE]

Her eyes narrowed to slits as he defended the bratty excuse of a woman he had brought as a date (or perhaps he was defending his choice of ladies), needing no reminder of the history she had the man in front of him had shared. It was an extensive, long and complicated past they shared, from their engagement and through their annulment and perhaps even after. "Flying off my golden rocker? I could count quite of few times you yourself fell off yours, including a wedding you ruined." she threw at him, as the temperamental veela in her become quite evident. However she still had some restraint- she was not going to bring up what else Archer had helped destroy during his episodes of anger, jealousy, and the dangerous need he felt to defend his pride.

Lyla's eyes followed his towards the door and she was already bracing herself for an added pain in her gut and chest that only one individual could bring, but she was relieved to see it was her manager. He was arguing and pushing a reporter back and she sighed, seeing more of those pesky people had arrived to cover the news. She could already imagine her grandmother, the matriarch of the Hawthornes now, hearing about the news of what her eldest granddaughter had done. "That crazed excuse of a girl- why haven't we locked her up in the manor by now?" or something along the lines of that. She sunk a little just thinking of her family.

As if he could read her mind, Archer spoke again, mention the reputation crazed grandmother of hers. Legal team? She groaned. Perhaps she could called Ilsa...if she wasn't already occupied doing something else, for she always had a hectic work day in store for her. Part of her felt relieved about Archer's offer on paying for her legal fees because that meant she would have to ask less of the Hawthornes and she wouldn't come out of this without a knut to her name, but at the same time she felt embarrassed of having to rely on someone for something like this... especially when it was her ex-husband. "Thanks, Arch." she managed a small smile towards him, giving the hand he had taken a little squeeze before turning towards him, keeping her hand in his. "But you know I will pay you back." her smile turned to a serious face. She was not going to be in debt to Archer Abner.

While room they were in was silent. The match was still on outside, however that could easily be mistaken by the commotion going on right outside of the room she and Archer were in. Lyla's stomach was in knots, now worrying about how she would get home without being followed by the annoying reporters taking a billion pictures and plastering them everywhere. Her icy blue eyes flickered next to her at the brunette male next to her, and then down at their hands together. Despite it being familiar, it was still so odd. So odd that of all the people here at the match today and all the people in Lyla's life, that Archer would be the one with her here as she waited for the news. She heard Archer gulp and then speak, and she shook her head, frowning even more. Despite the whole fiasco playing out years ago, the thought of what could have been still hurt a little. It was for the best though. "Like old times, except I think I would rather be a murderer than the mother of your offspring." Lyla blurted out rather bluntly, before realizing how harsh it sounded. "Er- you know... It would have been bad for us." she tried softening it up a bit, a little nervous that her harsh honesty was going to result in Archer leaving her here alone.

The door opened and the sound of a dozen cameras going off and a flurry of different voices filled the room from outside. Two official looking men in black entered the room, along with her manager and the owner of the Bats. Lyla stopped breathing for a few moments, but then gasped a little- forgetting to breathe. She squeezed Archer's hand and stood up, her face draining of color.

"Lyla Hawthorne, you are lucky you haven't been taken in by the ministry and taken to Azkaban by now. Mister Hubert Holdsworth is in St. Mungos as we speak being treated for his injuries." one of the officials said as the other one stared her down. She breathed again, relieved to hear that the man was alive and that she was not being arrested....yet. "Am I-" she cut herself off, remembering what Archer had instructed her to do. Speak to no one until she saw a legal team. She bit her lip to keep from asking questions- a difficult task for the Ravenclaw alumnus. The officials left the room, but her manager and owner stepped up. Lyla knew she was going to face a nasty suspension of sorts, but she was sure that she would still have her job.

"Miss Hawthorne, as of today you are no longer a member of the Ballycastle Bats, and you are no longer eligible to play in the professional Quidditch league." her manager spoke slowly. Lyla's grasp on Archer's hand went limp and she stood dazed. Did she really just get fired? How would the Hawthornes take this, and how was she going to afford her home? She was now jobless, and possibly facing charges against her. "Bloody hell..." she whispered, and her manager and owner walked out of the room, where the Quidditch officials were now addressing the press and the crowd outside.


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