- Messages
- 394
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Looking)
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Knotted 13 Inch Sturdy Willow Wand with Basilisk Skin Core
- Age
- 10/2026
Hamish had not been able to catch a Quidditch game in years, but after an invitation from his cousin to watch a game, he couldn't say no. Phillip had been a coach for about half a year, as far as Hamish knew, and judging by how this game was going, he was keeping the team sharp. One player in particular, Lanithro Styx, was guarding the goals with exceptional accuracy and balance that it was hard to look away. Or, perhaps, it was how fitted his pants were. It was hard to decide. He looked to the older woman beside him, the wife of some wealthy person, likely, and tilted his bottle of bear to her. "Do you reckon the pants have to be that tight?" he asked, with a mischevious smile. "Or do you think it's to help the Daily Prophet sell more copies of their paper?"
She seemed scandalized, which was his main aim when engaging her. He shrugged as she shuffled away and spread out a little more, downing his beer and revelling in the fact that he now had an entire lounge to himself, along with its assortment of pastries, alcohol and cheeses - everything he needed to have a good day, indeed. He winked his fingers at his cousin as the coach looked into the box from outside, and continued watching the game unfold, though his interest was more on the player he knew, rather than the others. He and Lanithro had parted on awkward terms, and Lanithro came with so much baggage that Hamish could have backpacked Europe with it all, so it was nice to see the younger man doing somethung with himself.
After the game concluded, the brunette wizard stood up to go and meet back up with Phillip and chatted with him about the successful game until the players started settling and he had the opportunity to bump into Lanithro. Things between them had... soured, to put it gently. Hamish knew that Lanithro had been very hurt by his actions (not that he accepted total blame - they had not been exclusive, and Lanithro challenging him to a duel was complete overkill), but after so many years, that was probably behind them. Hamish hadn't spoken to Olivia in a while, though last he heard so was off living the lesbian dream, so the auror considered the matter closed.
"Lanithro," he greeted casually, smiling brightly at the taller man. He was functioning off of alcohol and bravado at this point. "F*ck, that was a good game. You looked great out there." In more ways than one, that was for sure.
She seemed scandalized, which was his main aim when engaging her. He shrugged as she shuffled away and spread out a little more, downing his beer and revelling in the fact that he now had an entire lounge to himself, along with its assortment of pastries, alcohol and cheeses - everything he needed to have a good day, indeed. He winked his fingers at his cousin as the coach looked into the box from outside, and continued watching the game unfold, though his interest was more on the player he knew, rather than the others. He and Lanithro had parted on awkward terms, and Lanithro came with so much baggage that Hamish could have backpacked Europe with it all, so it was nice to see the younger man doing somethung with himself.
After the game concluded, the brunette wizard stood up to go and meet back up with Phillip and chatted with him about the successful game until the players started settling and he had the opportunity to bump into Lanithro. Things between them had... soured, to put it gently. Hamish knew that Lanithro had been very hurt by his actions (not that he accepted total blame - they had not been exclusive, and Lanithro challenging him to a duel was complete overkill), but after so many years, that was probably behind them. Hamish hadn't spoken to Olivia in a while, though last he heard so was off living the lesbian dream, so the auror considered the matter closed.
"Lanithro," he greeted casually, smiling brightly at the taller man. He was functioning off of alcohol and bravado at this point. "F*ck, that was a good game. You looked great out there." In more ways than one, that was for sure.