Oliver, Victor and Shaun leant over the bar as their partners made a dash for the ladies room, before heading to the game. Victor was impatient; he needed to know who he'd be playing in next weeks Quidditch World Cup. South Africa vs. Bulgaria, South Africa are entering the game as favorites, Bulgaria hasn't been in a final since Victor moved to Ireland. Though this year they replace their aging seeker with new blood, he was pretty good but unproven. Gavrail is Victor's nephew and way to cocky for sixteen, not that he looked his age. The athletically built teenager often tormented his uncle who was a year older when he started professional Quidditch.
Rachael and Sammi informed Candi of their efforts.
"So they're picking her up during the game?" Candi questioned as she readjusted herself in front of the mirror.
"Do you have too?" Sammi asked as Candi continued to play with her clothing. "Who are you expecting to be there? It's just a Quidditch game; it's not the World Cup after party yet!!"
"I can't wait for that, that's always a blast."
"Yes. Then they're taking her to St. Mungo's where Emily and Jane will inform her of the dangers of her debilitating illness." Rachael added, feeling guiltier by the second.
"Is it wrong to want to look good for my husband?"
"This had better work," Sammi muffled before asking accusingly "How are you going to get the script?"
"Not important. The important fact is that I will get it!" Candi replied, "We'd better get going."
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"Unfortunately you've been affected, we'll do our best to maintain your quality of life but you'll be wheel chair bound with-in the year, then within the next few years you'll lose control of all your muscles and will need to be fed through a tube," Emily falsely informed Pansy after the ministry had brought her in upon suspicion she had ingested an toxin.
Jane was in the next room, as her presence might alert Pansy to their ill-doings. Knowing how Jane would feel about this was the reason Nichole was standing next to her.
"It's for the best," Nichole reassured the worried Jane.
"I know, but I still feel fairly horrible. I mean, look at her, she thinks she's dying."
"The only reason for this is to make her reckless, as soon as she does something stupid we can tell her that a medical error was made, nobody will suspect foul play." Nichole said, feeling an awful lot like Candi, rationalizing the irrational.
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"Who would like drinks?" Candi asked before making her way to the kiosk within the stadium.
As Candi waited in line a voice from behind startled her, "You look a bit over dressed, or underdressed."
Candi turned around to see Draco smirking at her, "I really can't talk to you at the moment, I've got to think."
"She's not going to sell you the script," Draco informed her.
"That's not helpful," Candi stated.
Draco just smiled at her; Candi looked funny when she was thinking.
"Stop it," she said jokingly as she pushed him away. A smirk appeared on Draco's face even though he was clearly trying to suppress it.
Candi looked through the back of her head to see Victor watching them closely, but she pretended not to see him.
Candi ordered their drinks then turned back to Draco, "I'll see you later."
Once Candi returned with the beverages the game had commenced and Bulgaria was already in the lead, Victor was looking very tense. Candi subtly grabbed Sammi's arm before whispering, "A word."
Sammi knew it wasn't going to be good. She wasn't mistaken.
"YOU TOLD OLIVER!!" Candi said in a loud whisper.
Sammi cringed, "okay I did, I'm sorry I'm just no good at lying!"
"Neither is Oliver, he told Victor! This really is horrible timing."
"Look at the bright side, if the book does get published that won't surprise him."
"Sammi, he'll be humiliated!! You know how he feels about Draco!"
"I said I'm sorry," Sammi whispered.
"I know how you can make it up to me," Candi smiled in a way that sent shivers down Sammi's spine as she pulled a key card out of her purse.
"What is this? And who has the other one?"
"All you need to do is plant surveillance devices then retrieve them tomorrow morning, and possibly deliver room service. It for the hotel opposite St. Mungos. As for the other key, I'm yet to proposition our stud."
"Do I want to know?" Sammi asked.
"The point is, it will get us our manuscript."
"By catching Pansy doing the nasty with her husband?" Sammi asked unconvincingly.
"Nope." Candi smiled, obviously impressed with herself!
The crowd gave a mighty roar, signaling the end of the match. As some grumpy looking South African fans walked past indicating Bulgaria won. Candi cringed; Victor wasn't going to be a happy-chappy.
"Rachael," Sammi waved.
"Why is she smiling?" Rachael asked Sammi.
"Rachael, any chance you can secure tomorrow's front page?"
Rachael reluctantly agreed.
"Who are you giving the key too?" Sammi asked loudly as Victor, Oliver and Shaun.
"Hey. I've just got to run a quick errand, I'll meet you guys there," Candi smiled as she observed Victor's negative reactions.
Sammi and Rachael also had things to do; Sammi efficiently made her way to the hotel room and planted magical surveillance devices in multiple areas. Rachael had to make the phone call to secure the front page; it was difficult trying to sell her pitch without knowing the articles contents.
By the time Candi had made her way to the pitch Gavrail had completed his lap of honour, he flew down when he saw his uncle wife. Though by no means did he consider her his aunt, he was eight when they wedded. Annoying Candi had become a favourite past time of his at family functions where she was rather frowned upon.
"Victor doesn't look to happy that we won," Gavrail pointed out.
"That's not your doing Gavrail, it takes more then a page six boy to annoy Victor," Candi said quietly with the intention of intriguing Gavrail.
"I was on page five only last week, but you have been front page, what did you do to annoy Uncle Vic? It must have been pretty bad, cause he's always been soft with you… Maybe its cause when you met you Victor were my age, and he was already famous, you know front page news."
Candi smiled, understanding Gavrails euphemism. "So what would you say if I said I can make you front page news?"
"Why is Victor mad at you?"
"Why aren't you jumping at the chance to be front page news?"
"Why are you offering me something you know I want when you know it will piss your husband off? You have to gain something… So I want to gain, tell me why Victor is mad at you." Gavrail smiled.
"This can be a win-win situation Gavrail, all you need to do is screw a famous wealthy mans desperate housewife, he even approves so there is no repercussions. The pictures will be front page tomorrow."
Gavrail shrugged, "I don't get it. Why would Victor approve? Is this why he's mad at you?"
"No, why would Victor be mad?" Candi asked light heartedly, before realizing Gavrail's misinterpretation, "I mean Pansy, Draco Malfoy's wife."
Gavrail's face let off a slight hint of disappointment as he awkwardly shuffled his broom before quickly asking, "Why would Malfoy approve?"
Candi wasn't able to create a plausible lie on the spot, so said nothing.
Gavrail looked pleased with himself, "that makes loads of sense."
"Are you in?" Candi asked, wanting to get off the pitch before too many people had a chance to see her talking to Victor's nephew.
Gavrail put his arm around Candi and whispered in her ear, "just tell me what I have to do."
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