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your soul's unbreakable

"Ohh, you mean you and my mum," she said with a nod of understanding. Her mum was probably the only person on the planet who carried Echo's picture around. Her dad used to, too, though his pictures were a little out of date now. She knew her mum kept a box of his personal belongings in the attic, all neat and tidy and well cared for. Echo took a peek in there every now and again and had a good cry. She knew her dad would be incredibly proud of her for achieving her dream and not giving up. He hadn't known much about Quidditch, but he used to love watching her flying around the back garden on a kids broom when she was little. The magical world had fascinated him to no end, and he would have been cheering louder than anyone in the stands, never missing a match. She never doubted that for a second, and though he couldn't be there physically, she liked to think he might be watching over her from somewhere, though she wasn't sure she believed in that, either. Wasn't that in a similar vein to Sera's palm reading?

Her friend studied her palm eagerly, and Echo watched patiently as she traced a finger down different lines that looked nothing more than creases on Echo's hand. How could they mean something? Did the tiny scar on her thumb mean something, too? Or was that simply a reminder of the time she'd been stuck by a thorn on the grounds of Hogwarts in her second year? Sera began to ramble off her predictions, and a reluctant smile started to form on Echo's face. "I'm not hiding anything," she said. "You'd be better just asking me, you'll get the actual truth." That was true, though not without its loopholes. She may have been hiding a few things, but she'd be honest if anyone got lucky enough to hit on the right subject and quiz her about it. Her range of facial expressions was probably quite comical to anyone watching their table, and Echo crinkled her nose when Sera mentioned her getting took out of a game at some point in the not too distant future. She shook her head, rejecting that notion, but her eyes went wide when Sera released her hand, announcing that Echo had her eye on someone.

"What? Who!?" she blurted, snatching her hand back and frowning down at the lines on her palm, as though they could tell her what Sera was talking about. She couldn't see herself being in a relationship by Christmas, though she did like the sound of a New Year kiss. That could be with anyone, though, her world had grown enormously since she'd gotten a spot with the Arrows, she could be anywhere on the planet for New Year, kissing some random bloke at a party. Her thoughts flitted momentarily to a certain dark haired, dark eyed someone, and she forced herself not to smile as she felt a tug at the corners of her lips. It wouldn't be him. He probably saw her like another sister, she had more chance of snogging Kal Sullivan at midnight. Not that she would mind that, either, but he was a lot older than Echo, he wasn't exactly her usual type. Did she even have a type? Round, hot, and filled with cheese and tomato. "Where is our food?" she asked, glancing around the bistro longingly for the distraction of her pizza.



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your soul's unbreakable

"Fans? What fans?" Echo laughed. She didn't think she was at that stage of her career yet. She was the newbie. The rookie. The fresh meat that everybody wanted to pound to death before deciding whether it was tender enough. Okay, that made no sense, but she was not part of the main meal yet. She was the sauce at the side of the dish that everybody gave wary looks at because they weren't sure what it was yet. She was certainly no Sullivan, who was like the most delicious hunk of meat on the menu. Nor was she a Johnson, the fine wine that went down well with everything. And she was definitely no Ollie, who was the double chocolate sundae that everyone had a second helping of because he was just so yummy. Bloody hell, she was hungry. She was a hungry mystery sauce. Though at least she was on the table, that was what mattered when it came down to it. She'd made it onto the table, and she was damn proud of herself for doing it.

Sera reached across the table, wanting to read Echo's palm, and the blonde rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh. "Urgh," she said in her moodiest tone. "You know I don't believe in all that mumbo jumbo." Of course Sera knew, Echo wasn't shy about letting people know what she did or didn't like. She'd avoided Divination at school, and thought the whole thing was just a load of nonsense. Yes, magic existed, but being able to see someone's future in a teacup, or a crystal ball, or lines on their hand? It was a bit far-fetched, wasn't it. Still, she stuck her hand out and obliged Sera, as usual, watching with a sceptical look on her face. "I'm getting trashed by arsehole reporters for being small and female and a Beater. Does it say anything about that?" she asked, glancing at her upturned palm and thinking the only thing she could predict was that it was highly likely to curl up into a fist and knock someone's teeth out before her year as a professional Quidditch player was through. That was the only prediction that she would believe today. Though she wouldn't grumble if Sera told her that her stomach would be full in the next ten minutes. Could you see stuff like that in a person's palm?



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your soul's unbreakable

Echo began to doubt her own order as she listened to Sera tell the waitress what she wanted. Sera's pizza sounded delicious, too. Maybe too delicious. Or maybe she was just so hungry that anything would sound delicious, and once she got a plate of food placed in front of her, everything would be alright. Her eyes were always bigger than her belly, but she wasn't too bothered by it. She'd still be ordering dessert and trying to get through as much of it as she could. Giving up was for weaklings. Her sisters hated it when she said that. It was one of her favourite lines to save for near the end of a family meal, and Aeon usually kicked off, being the most delicate out of the Everwood sisters. Aeon always left half a plate full of food, and Echo couldn't help but tease. Then steal whatever chips were left on Aeon's plate. It was all in good fun, but she did love being with people who could really dig in and be pigs with her.

Sera was no pig, but she could hold her own. Echo waited until the waitress had left to put in their order, and then pulled her bag out from under the table. "My mum always says shoes on a table is bad luck, but-" she pulled her new boots out, in all their knee high, rich brown leather glory -"look at these bad boys!" They were so shiny, with gleaming buckles running along the side, and a heel that wouldn't make her snap her neck. She'd be able to run in them if she wanted to, they were just perfect. And they cost an arm and a leg compared to the clothes she usually bought, which did make her feel a bit guilty, but she ignored the gnawing feeling in her gut and told herself she'd earned those boots. She passed them across the table to Sera so the brunette could admire them properly. "They look better on, but I'm not taking my shoes off in here, I've been walking all day, nobody would thank me for that." She crinkled her small nose with a laugh, imagining green clouds coming from her tired feet. There was no way she could subject an entire bistro to that.



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your soul's unbreakable

Reappearing and looking more than a little bit pleased with herself, Sera joined Echo at the table, singing along to Autumn Vexx, quite the sexy rock star. Echo hummed along happily, enjoying the show. She gave a little whoop when Sera finished. "You know, I heard Vexx is doing a concert in London this summer, we should try and get tickets, it'd be fun," she said, remembering hearing one of her teammates talking about it in the locker room last week. Autumn Vexx was really popular in the wizarding world, but Echo had never seen her live. It would be great if they could manage to get tickets and have a bit of summer fun planned. "We could ask Roma and Darcy and a few others," she added brightly, liking the idea of a group night out with some of her favourite people. She had to be careful making plans, in her line of work, you never knew when you were going to be playing away, or training, she'd learned, but if she checked her calendar, she could try and avoid any schedule clashes. Maybe Ollie would like to go, too.

Echo cleared her throat, glancing again at her menu as she tried to push thoughts of Sera's older brother out of her head. Now was not the time or place to be thinking about her secret crush. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. "Yep," she answered, blue eyes scanning the bistro for the waitress. She waved a little hand at the woman, who grinned and hurried over to their table. "Ready to order, ladies?" she asked, her hip giving a little wiggle to the music as she waited, quill poised over her notepad. Echo liked her instantly for that hip wiggle. "We are," she nodded, putting her menu down. "Can I have a ham and mushroom pizza with extra cheese, please," she said, eyes widening for emphasis on the word cheese. "Like, extra cheese. Extra extra cheese. Please." She flashed another smile at the waitress, expression cheeky but hopeful. The woman chuckled and scribbled on her notepad. "Triple cheese, and a bit more," she said as she wrote. "And a raspberry cosmopolitan, too." She drummed her fingers lightly on the table as she waited for Sera to put in her own order.



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tag: Seraphina Alala Devereaux
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your soul's unbreakable

Sera chose the window table, and that was fine by Echo. She shoved her bags under the table out of the way, a little voice inside her head that sounded suspiciously like her sisters telling her to make sure they weren't crushed. She peeked inside the bag with the coat, which was still folded neatly, then inside the bag with the jeans, which also looked not at all bothered at being put under a table. The boots would be fine, they were for feet, they were made to be tough. She shrugged off her jacket and settled in while Sera ran off to load up the jukebox with all of their favourite artists. The Hook would definitely be on the list, and probably 30 Brooms to Jupiter, who were a firm favourite of Echo's since they released their first single last year. They were new, but good, and the lead singer was a real cutie. She also wouldn't mind hearing a bit of Holina Hawthorn, too, since she was having a girly day. She didn't expect any of her muggle favourites to come on, not in a magical bistro, but the wizarding world had some pretty talented artists of its own, she had to admit.

Echo picked up a menu from the middle of the table and began to look through it. The waitress who had greeted them kept glancing over to the table to see if they might be ready to order yet, but only smiled and carried on seeing to other people when she saw Sera still missing. Echo was tempted to just order for both of them, but she didn't think there was room for seven pizzas on the table, and she really couldn't be sure what Sera was in the mood for. Echo knew what she wanted after half a minute of browsing the menu, and so she closed it and looked at the drinks on the back instead, thinking something fruity and alcoholic might be a nice treat. She hadn't planned on drinking today, but she also hadn't planned on having dinner with one of her best friends. Flexibility was pretty important in life. So was pudding. She looked at the dessert menu next, stomach letting out a growl as she glanced over the pictures of sundaes and pies, and ice cream, and cake, and... well, there was fruit, but she'd be getting enough of that in the cocktail she was going to order.



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your soul's unbreakable

Sera looped her arm through Echo's and they headed on down the street in the direction they'd both originally been going in. Echo didn't know where Sera had been off to. She suspected she might have been working, but she could have had other plans. Well, whatever those plans might have been, they were well and truly dropped now, and Echo steered them arm in arm across the street towards she little bistro on the corner. "Let's go to Louie's," she said. "They have the best pizza." She really did want pizza now. Louie's was quite posh, as far as bistro's went. It was lit with the most stunning candle displays, and the tables were all made of glass. The seats were soft leather benches that were lined with the plushest cushions you had ever seen in your life, and it was far less stuffy than the proper restaurants that were popular in Whimsic Alley. It was the cute version of fancy. Fancy for the common folk, and just comfy and easy. And they really did make the best pizza.

Echo used her elbow to push the door open, stepping inside the tiny eatery as a tinkling chime overhead sounded their arrival. A waitress approached the two girls immediately and waved her hand around the room with a smile. "We have a few tables open, ladies. Take your pick and I'll be right over to take your order." Well, if that wasn't much better than assigned seating, Echo didn't know what was. She much preferred being able to choose your own table, and she glanced at Sera as they stepped further into the room. "Whaddya think?" she asked, blue eyes scanning the tables on offer. It wasn't too busy, what with it only being a Thursday evening, so there was a good amount of choice for them. "Window seat?" she glanced at the window table behind Sera, and then over to the back of the room. "Or over by the jukebox?" She quite liked the though that they could control the music for the night, sitting right beside the jukebox. She didn't really mind where they sat, though, and she waited for Sera to offer up her thoughts on the matter, her bags weighing heavier in her arms the longer they stood there. She couldn't wait to put them down and just relax. And eat. Eating was top priority.



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your soul's unbreakable

After being dragged over the coals as "the newbie" of the Quidditch world, and having people question whether she was good enough, or if she could keep up with the gruelling schedule - someone had even commented that she looked tired - Echo had really needed the owl that had dropped a small note on her lap not long after she got out of the meeting from hell. Her other team members got praise, support, all the good stuff, Echo just got doubted and practically told she should turn and run now while she could, before things got too tough for her. That was never going to happen. She was no quitter, and especially so when it came to following her dream. She wouldn't give up for anything, and the more they told her that she had far to go, the more determined she was to prove to them that she could do it. But they could go and fuck and duck if they thought she was doing it for them. She would do it for herself and no one else.

The note from Ollie Devereaux had been unexpected, but it had caused the first smile of the afternoon to creep onto Echo's face. It wasn't every day your crush wanted to treat you to butterbeers. She knew he'd probably listened to her pummelling and felt sorry for her. Well, he better not feel sorry for her, because she didn't want pity. She wanted to forget it ever happened and carry on carrying on, because she knew she could do it. Arsehole journalists wouldn't sway her or make her doubt herself. She did think she might need something a bit stronger than butterbeer to help take the edge off, though. She didn't even bother getting changed before she left for the Leaky Cauldron. She was required to dress smart for interviews or other official things, and though she hated the heels and silly white blousey thing she had on, the jacket was kind of cool, and she'd gotten away with wearing black jeans, so that was something. Half comfortable, she pushed open the door of the pub and paused for a moment to let her eyes adjust in the dim lighting.

The first thing she saw was Ollie's back. His hair swishing about a he talked animatedly with the owner of the Leaky. She allowed herself a few more moments to admire the swish, and then turned her attention to the rest of the room. She spotted a couple of empty tables, but it was Friday night and the place was packed. Sitting at the bar might have to do, and she was fine with that. What she was not fine with, however, was ignoring the large dog that snoozed in front of the fireplace across the far end of the room, and she veered towards it immediately, deciding that Ollie looked happy enough chatting at the bar that he wouldn't miss her if she was a few minutes late. She crouched down next to the dog that she had met a few times before when she'd been here, and stuffed both hands into the Bernese Mountain dog's soft black and tan fur. Oh, it was heaven. Echo had wanted a dog her whole life, and as soon as she could, she would be getting one and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her this time. "Hey girl," she said softly, Morgana giving a lazy wag of her tail as Echo rubbed her neck, probably getting fur all over her jeans, but not giving a single toss about it. She watched Ollie as she fussed Morgana, admiring that hair, while her hands enjoyed the pup's fur.



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