haven't met you yet -adalia-

[BENJAMIN SAMAEL THORNTON]

s o m e d a y i t ' l l a l l w o r k o u t

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there were many perks ot being the ex, and current good friend, of the captain of th holyhead harpies. whenever benji needed to go somewhere to clear his head, the holyhead harpies quidditch pitch was just a quick apparation away, and always open to him whether there was a practice going on or not. the security at the pitch knew him well, he was always welcome within the stands. it was a good place to go when he, well, wanted to avoid people. it wasn't like his home was especially crowded, but anyone who knew him could easily reach him there and right now... well, he just needed to clear his head and be alone.

the auror perched himself at the top of the stands overlooking the pitch, quill and ink beside him, a notebook of parchment on his lap. just because he needed to be alone didn't mean he couldn't actually do something while he was alone. he had some reports he needed to finish up, even though today was his day off, it was as good a time as any to do his work. it was good to focus his mind on things other than what was going on with angel, anyway.

he had been such an idiot, thinking that he could still have a chance with her... they'd dated, it hadn't worked out. then again, greyback had dated her and nearly caused her death and apparently she cared enough for him to sleep with him after a few freaking minutes with him. women just... didn't make any sense. how could she have gone back to him, even for just one night? she'd be facing the consequences for the rest of hers, and benji would be stuck being the supportive friend for a woman he had even less of a chance of being with now than he had before. wasn't life just fantastic?

sighing he picked up the ink well, dipping his quill inside to work on his report some more. what happened next he wasn't quite sure. probably frustrated with the situation of his love life at the moment, he might have gripped the well a bit too tightly and it shattered, sending ink all over the auror's white t-shirt. "dammit!" he hissed, instinctively rubbing at the shirt to try to get rid of the ink. needless to say it was a stupid move that only succeeded in rubbing in the stain that seeped across his shirt.

leaving his parchment and quil on the bench he stood and made his way down the bleachers, underneath them to the tunnelish hallways that led to the holyhead harpies dressing room. once inside the room he pulled his shirt off, putting it in a sink in the corner as he began to run the water and then turned to the rest of the room, searching for anything he might be able to use to help wash the shirt.

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[ADALIA KATERINA DEVITO]

adalia sighed and bit down on her lower lip gently, steeling herself as she strode onto the empty pitch. practise wasn't until tomorrow, and they'd kindly been giving the day off, but lia wanted to practise alone. last practise hadn't gone too well, they'd been doing a little bit of a mock game sort of thing, and one of the beaters had smacked a bludger adalia's way. before she'd even realise what was happening the ball had barrelled into her, sending her threw the central goalposts without even a hope to clutch onto her broom. she'd been fine, a broken arm but it was nothing for the qualified witches to fix and she'd been right as rain within minutes. most people could just hop right back onto their broom's and carry on, but for some reason falling had always really scared lia.

she loved flying, a heck of a lot, and during practise and game's she didn't even think about the idea of falling...but if she got knocked off her broom it always took her a little while to get the courage to get back on. needless to say she'd feigned a head ache and they'd told her to go home and sleep it off, which hadn't exactly been a lie, her head had hurt...but she hadn't wanted to get straight back on right then. she liked to work herself back into the air alone, and she knew that her captain knew this at least, even if she didn't like her weakness to be known. so here she was today, taking a day to throw herself back onto her broom and make-up for the few hours she'd missed yesterday.

she gripped her broom tightly and let out a breath in almost a huff, frowning at herself and forcing herself to swing a leg over the wood. she hovered a few feet off the ground, feeling the way her muscles tensed, fingers gripping the handle so tightly her knuckles turned ghostly white. "ottenere una presa, adalia" {get a grip, adalia} she muttered to herself, allowing herself to slip into her natural first language, italian, as she muttered to herself. she could speak perfectly good english, with only the hint of an italian lilt, when talking to others, but being from italy, with italian parent's, sometimes she slipped into the language when she was home or alone. with one last slow breath she forced herself to let the broom fly higher, ignoring the way her limbs shook slightly as she went higher and higher, before finally she was right back to game height. she refused to look down, focusing on directly in front of her and urging the broom on, flying about the pitch a little before she started doing a few little swoops and such until finally, she relaxed and began to enjoy herself once more.

she knew she'd been out for hours, not even noticing anyone else had arrived, and she figured she would call it a day now she felt better. it was okay once she was back in the air and had flown about a little, but it was pushing herself back into the air that always took the longest. she headed back to the ground and dismounted from her broom, breathing a sigh of relief and feeling her shaking stop completely, raking a hand through her dark locks. she checked the time, noting that it would be best she got changed and headed home before it started to get too dark to see, and she shouldered her broom and headed for the changing rooms. honestly she didn't think anyone would be here, when practise wasn't on nobody really bothered to turn up, they practised enough in the week, they were all in good shape, and most needed the time off to relax or spend the day with someone. adalia had friend's but she only really spent a few evenings here or there going for a drink or two with them or something, they had day time jobs anyway, and most of her family was back in italy..and she had no boyfriend or anything, sometimes she liked coming here on days off.

sighing she headed down to the changing rooms, pausing to lean her broom outside the door where she'd pick it up on the way out, and she pushed the door open with her hip, already pulling off her top. honestly nobody was ever down here on days off, and she would have seen them if they'd been on the pitch with her..she thought the changing room was empty. so when she looked up from the shit in her hands, already halfway to her stuff across the changing room, she saw him....and couldn't help the surprised shriek coming from her mouth. "santa merda!" {holy crap} she exclaimed before she could hold it back, and out of reflex she clamped the shirt to her torso, cheeks flaming bright, horrified red. her widened eyes looked at the man, unable to help but realise almost immediately that there was an incredibly hot guy...with his shirt off...right there...her gold brown eyes couldn't help but sweep over his well defined chest and she blushed impossibly deeper and tore her eyes away out of embarrassment. why oh why did this have to happen to her?! "i'm so sorry!" she managed to say through her horrific embarrassment and trying to be as inconspicuous as possible she yanked the top back on and ducked her head, trying to hide her cheeks with her tumbling long dark hair.

[BENJAMIN SAMAEL THORNTON]

s o m e d a y i t ' l l a l l w o r k o u t

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perhaps moping over his own love misfortunes was a bit overdone, but benji couldn't really help himself. he was one of those pathetic fools who had gotten too attached to a woman who just didn't feel the same... maybe things would have been easier if they'd had terrible break up, rather than a pleasant one that he'd gone along with because he could see that angel wasn't really as happy as she could be with him, and he didn't want to force her to stay with him if she wasn't really happy. if they'd had a bad breakup he wouldn't see her so often, and he wouldn't be reminded of their time together each time he looked at her. yeah, this entire thing was his fault, but it didn't hurt any less that he was being replaced by a fucking greyback! c'mon, in what universe was it smart to sleep with the guy who had nearly gotten you killed? he was a bloody werewolf, for pete's sake!

his frustrations distracted benji quite nicely from any noises that might be incoming from the hall as he scoured the locker room for anything at all that might help get the stain out of his shirt. logically he could just apparate home to fix up his shirt, but honestly, he was enjoying the peace here and didn't want to head back to his same dull house any time soon. benji missed quidditch, being a part of it. he hadn't had much of an opportunity for it for the short time he was at hogwarts, and it was kinda cool being able to have access to a huge professional quidditch pitch like this when you weren't a player. not many people would be able to say they were. why would he want to leave somewhere like here for home if he didn't have to?

he didn't even notice the girl until her voice cried out in a language the auror didn't understand. his eyes spun to her, wide with shock as he took in the girl's appearance and quickly averted his gaze, forgetting about his own current state of being topless. for a guy it didn't really matter as much. "you're sorry?" he laughed slightly, giving a quick glance to her to make sure she was decent before he turned back to her. she was familiar... one of the players on angel's team, though he couldn't put a name to her face. "it's your locker room, i should be the one apologizing." he glanced over at the sink, where his shirt was soaked in water, not exactly appealing to put back on just to cover himself up... ah, well, he wasn't some blushing schoolgirl. he had more clothing on now than he would have at a beach. "you're..." he wracked his brain, trying to remember who the girl was, but of course came up empty on a name. "the keeper, right? sorry, i have a terrible memory for names. quidditch positions, though, i'm good at." it was understandable,r really. as far as he could remember the two had never really been introduced, he'd only seen her from afar when he came to watch their games or practices or to see angel. "i didn't realize that there was anyone here today, sorry, i didn't mean take over your locker room. i just had a bit of a mishap with an ink well... i'm benjamin- benji, by the way. it's... er, nice to meet you."

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[ADALIA KATERINA DEVITO]

this was when her observational skills could have come in handy...noticing the young man..the attractive young man might have been a better idea than walking in with her shirt off and half her body on display. adalia could be self concious at the best of times, this was almost a nightmare come true - hot guy..her practically exposed to him..it was all very nightmare-ish for her and of course she swore aloud; thankfully in italian so he didn't understand such un-lady like words out her mouth, and turned a horrible bright tomato red. suddenly she was extremely concious of her exposure, the fact that her hair was a windswept mess tumbling in unkept curls around her face, her skin slightly sweaty from working hard, face make-up less (not that she really wore any anyway)...but always her mind came back to the shirtless-ness. not only her's but his as well. damn her for allowing her eyes to sweep such an impressive chest. heck it was like his muscles were chiselled, so perfect, so tempting..

she chewed her lower lip in a sign of comfortableness and quickly slipped her shirt back on, disliking the way the material clung slightly to her torso for perspiration. right now she was finding it hard to really form any questions that had slowly come to mind; in fact rather found it hard to form any sort of coherent sentence right now. she didn't know why he'd gotten to her like this - the shock perhaps? suddenly there's this gorgeous adonis of a man in the empty changing rooms..he's half naked, she's half naked... if this had been some sort of dream she was sure something much more interesting would have gone down. but of course this wasn't a dream - unluckily or lucky enough she wasn't too sure right now, and all she could do was stand there and play the blithering idiot whilst her cheeks refused to return to a more normal colour and she ducked her head out of embarrassment to hide them from his view.

it wasn't like she'd never seen a half naked man before, it wasn't like she'd never even seen a half naked good looking man before, but for some reason the whole situation had her feeling like some innocent school girl all over again. she assumed it was the situation but it might have been the guy too... he was just too damn hot and it had distracted her. finally she felt herself get a little back on track once her shirt was on properly and all, even if the fact that he remained topless was a little distracting for the concentration on her part. she wondered how his girlfriend ever got anything said or done whenever he might happen to remove his shirt, but that was really none of her business to think about and so she quickly dismissed the thought and glanced away toward her stuff for a moment instead, sorting something out in order to forget things for a minute.

she hadn't meant to exclaim in italian, it happened on occasion, and people generally didn't mind. some people didn't like it because they disliked not being able to understand what she could be saying, disliked knowing she could be saying anything. she rolled her eyes at people like that, just because she didn't speak their language all the time it meant that she was someone to treat differently? still that was beside the point right now and she was thankful he looked away, at least he had some manners, some guys she'd met over the years would have most likely stared unabashedly until she'd managed to cover herself up. now that everything was a little more settled she looked back to him again, trying to ensure she ignored that perfection of a body of his still on display. "you're sorry?" she bit her lip, wondering if she'd said the wrong thing perhaps and she hesitated, "it's your locker room, i should be the one apologizing." she smiled slightly and shook her head. "a knee-jerk reaction..don't worry about it," she replied lightly, and ducked her head again slightly, feeling shy.

"you're..." she grinned slightly, waiting for him to fail at remembering her name. she didn't mind, she was one of the quieter on the team and besides if he wasn't a fan and hadn't spoken to her before then she didn't expect him to know her name. no harm no foul and all that jazz. "the keeper, right? sorry, i have a terrible memory for names. quidditch positions, though, i'm good at." she shook her head, "it's fine, well remembered anyway.. i'm adalia... adalia devito.." she introduced herself and smiled gently, stepping forward and going to offer her hand to shake politely, still trying to ignore his glorious handsomeness which was proving a little easier now she could distract herself by talking. "and i'm sorry but .. i don't know your name," she responded, feeling embarrassed for not knowing it even if she'd seen him around - she should have asked really. "i didn't realize that there was anyone here today, sorry, i didn't mean take over your locker room. i just had a bit of a mishap with an ink well... i'm benjamin- benji, by the way. it's... er, nice to meet you." she shook her head, "it's fine, nice to meet you too benji... do you need any help with the stain ...?" she offered, not wanting to stick her nose in somewhere it wasn't wanted by she couldn't help but naturally want to help him - especially with him being so darned cute and all.