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"Outside of the Arrows ladies? I'd say there's maybe two of you who make the cut. And one of 'em used to be an Arrow. You're pretty special there, you know, miss Fox."

"Define ‘select’."

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"Hey now, not all the girls. Just the loveliest ones. That's a very select group, y'know."

"You’re very lucky I know you’re like this with all the girls."

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I can definitely hope not. They could use being knocked down a peg or two.

What an I say, I have a knack for seeing the truth. The world should appreciate my skills and your beauty on the regular.

Well I can assure you, their wings won’t be intact by the end of the season, if I have my way.

You know what? You’re right. I do look outstanding in everything. Quite observant of you, Edgey.

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Not a fan of the violent side of the sport, huh?

Don’t mention broken bones, please. I don’t think my stomach can handle it. 

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I like to think that's the general reporter's way of thinking, but I find increasingly often that that's just not the case.

Rumor has it they're going back to the constant lads way, so I'm sure whatever guy they pick will fit in just fine. Not enough testosterone in the hive lately, apparently. 

You took the words right out of my mouth.

I’m more interested in how well they fit in. The Wasps are a very particular bunch.

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Rolling his eyes at the scorn in her voice, at her insistence on speaking in Spanish rather than English, at the accusation of his having lied to her, Theo quirked an eyebrow, pursing his lips for a brief moment. "Usted asume que estoy mintiendo acerca de hablar español, simplemente porque me parece que habla en Inglés más fácil? Usted debe saber que no es así como funciona. Español siendo mi segunda lengua significa que voy a hablar en Inglés primero. Es instintivo, usted debe saber que, así como cualquier otra persona."

The language wasn't as smooth on his tongue as it was on Camila's granted, but it was smooth enough for him. Smooth enough that it proved he did, indeed, speak Spanish with at least relative fluency. He had spent too much time studying it, too much time learning it for the sake of catching lies in the American League when he interviewed other players, to not have a use for it sometime. Admittedly, this was a bit surprising a time to need it, but he wasn't going to complain. At least he had some use, for a change.

"En cuanto a lo que está en él para usted... Usted sabe que va a ser útil tener una segunda fuente que le da consejos sobre lo que quiere apostar. Y sabes que mis consejos son mejor que nadie por aquí en este momento, sobre todo con las ligas americanas y australianas. Yo soy el mejor ojo técnica por aquí, y tú lo sabes. Trabajar en equipo con mí significa que obtendrá mejores resultados y, por tanto, más dinero, y por lo tanto mejores apuestas en general. Vale la pena, usted sabe que vale la pena. Y yo ya sé lo que estás haciendo de todos modos -- si estoy ayudando, entonces por fin usted sabe que voy a guardar silencio." He knew his argument was sensible, but whether she would agree or not was the question. He hoped she would; he wanted in on this now, whether he had to find another route or not.

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Camila drained her glass, sitting back against the sofa, away from her meal. Her hunger had quickly dissipated, leaving her with a sense of guilt masked by impenetrable brooding. She crossed her arms and stared at Theo suspiciously before finally huffing and crossing her legs. “Good to know you think so highly of me,” she scoffed, a scornful expression on her face. “I knew I never gave off quite an honest impression, but I just love being proved right.”

In a very classic Camila Rojas fashion, she rose from the couch quickly — knocking her phone, which was frantically vibrating again, to the floor — and began to unsteadily pace. “Usted debe saber mejor que hablar de esto en Inglés,” she scolded with an uptight frown. "Si usted está tratando de convencerme de que eres un buen socio, usted no está haciendo un trabajo muy bueno en eso." Perching herself on the windowsill, she narrowed her eyes at Theo, hoping to shatter his resolve.

"What’s in it for me, then?" She asked sarcastically. There was very little chance she would actually team up with the reporter — he was a reporter, after all, and had all the power to destroy her career with this information — but she needed to buy time before she came up with a way to keep his mouth shut. "Why shouldn’t I find some other American bloke — one who doesn’t bloody lie about speaking Spanish?"

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Absolutely disappointing. It'd be fun watching all the Wasps wings break, wouldn't it? I dunno about that, babe, I think you look outstanding in anything. But I might be a bit biased.

What a disappointment. And I have to agree with you — I do look outstanding in blue, and opposed to simply fantastic in grey.

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Something tells me they're not gonna break all of 'em, though. I'm calling maybe two -- both on the new Seeker, though. Besides, I like you on the Arrows. Makes my favorite team just a little bit better.

If we’re lucky, all of ‘em. Always thought I’d be a better Falcon, anyhow. Breaking bones is my calling.

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"Can't help the truth, Miss Fox, sometimes it just needs to be said. You look lovely when you blush anyway -- totally worth it."

"Ooh la la~ Mr Edgeminton, behave! You’re making me blush!"

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Long as it's not boring, then all's well with the world.

The Playbook's as good as always. Looking forward to the Falcon's game, I'll say that. I'm curious who this new Seeker the Wasps picked up is. 

'Interesting' may not be the right word, but they're certainly not boring.

How’s The Playbook trudging along?

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Like you can blame me, you'd do the same if you were me.

'Course there's bacon. Bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, home fries, and toast. Loaded breakfast.

Perv. Ye’re lucky I like the price of this flat.

Ye’re a freakin’ angel, I swear. There’s bacon, right? Thought I smelled bacon when I rolled outta bed this mornin’. 

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How many broken bones you think we're gonna get this game? Falcons always break someone, I swear.

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Camila's retort, the initial grasping for words, told him that, quite frankly, he had managed to catch her off-guard. She hadn't expected him to call her lie, had she? Oh, but didn't she know, Theo was all too curious -- and all too desperate for something new and interesting -- to just let it go with as simple an explanation as that. He was too suspicious of all players, all people in general, for that, really.

"You're offended at everything, Camila," he returned, letting a look of amusement overtake his features rather than one of doubt. "But it doesn't make my insinuation any less valid. You were just chatting over money in the South American league and the African league, and chatted up meeting a guy sometime tomorrow to chat over more. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together -- just someone who understands more than just English and runes."

Which, admittedly, most British Wizards never bothered to do, but Theo wasn't a Brit naturally. Theo was an American, and he had learned well enough to have a use for his Spanish skills for once in his life. Much to his pleasure. "So rather than pretending this isn't what's going on -- I would think on my offer to help. I've got a better eye for what's gonna happen than most people do, and hell, if you can have a hand in every League? Total domination."

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Camila rolled her eyes. “The rules say you’re not meant to,” Camila mocked, sticking her tongue out at him. “So Gabriel will get a slap on the wrist. I’m sure he’ll live. They don’t give out harsh punishments at the Brazilian Wizarding school — too much on their hands these days, I s’pose.” Camila gave a genuine chuckle, almost surprised at her uncanny ability to lie. “Cute that you care so much about him, though. Have a soft spot for little boys, Edgeminton? Whodda thunk.”

Camila snatched a soda out of the air immediately, spilling a fair amount on herself before taking a long gulp; her lies had begun to make her sweat. She narrowed her eyes over her glass, surveying Theo while he was sitting down, before slowly setting her drink down on the table.

When he called out her lie, Camila froze. “Then …” she said, grasping for words, “maybe he was lying to me. I don’t know. But I do know what you’re insinuating, and it’s utterly preposterous. And offensive. I’m offended.”

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Not boring then, I take it. What's turned your day up, mate? Or is that too much to ask?

Good, on an average day here, would be generous. Boredom isn’t the best for someone like me. However, today was not average. 

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Keep telling yourself that, mate. I'll see ya about soon enough, I'm sure. I'll try to make sure it's scalding next time.

I have a twenty-nine inch waist, arsehole.

I’m the constant, you’re the variable. Your analogy doesn’t work because you’re under the assumption that the world doesn’t revolve around me. Which it does, so piss off yeah.

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Have ya? Shame, that. How's the day treating ya, sir? Good day in Appleby?

I’ve been called worse. 

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Wasn't commenting on your height, mate.

S'funny, 'cause you seem to be the only one I bump into all that often. If the same result keeps happening, but only with one variable, must be that variable that's the problem.

Yeah, well you wouldn’t be the first one to try it.

Huge? I’m the same height you are, arsehole. Quit blaming others for your shortcomings and watch yourself. You always seem to be bumbling somewhere, maybe you should just stay at bloody home if you can’t navigate without tripping into somebody. Merlin.