“What do you mean people have a fighting
league?” Cue intrigue and Sorcha somehow responded to the vague letter with a simple “
Sure” and next thing she knew she had plans for the night doing something she never would have imagined.
--- 2 hours later
“JAAAAAAY!” Sorcha screamed in a mix of slight panic and laughter as the bodies piled out behind them around the turn in the dank, deep bowels of Knockturn Alley. A place, admittedly, Sorcha was still a wuss to venture out in after dark. Call it being conditioned as a muggleborn, or even thanks to her stint in Azkaban which seemed oddly similar to the shiny surfaces that surrounded the darker art epicenter of London. As it were, she didn’t have all the time in the world presently to take in the scenery, her legs weren’t slowing down for anything. Except for that huge bloke at the end of the alley way.
Crap. Crap. Crap. She skittered into a sliding halt, scrambled back to her feet, turned to look for Jay and -- “What the f –
oomph”
--- 40 mins earlier
How in good Godric’s name she managed to be persuaded to come to this passowrd protected place was beyond her. Her go with the flow attitude usually didn’t end up in a setting such as this. Grimli wasn’t a typical locale of choice for the girl. Even with You-Know-Who declared gone, that didn’t mean all was right in the world. And surely that was evident as she watched two crooked nosed women fighting in the magically resized ring. It was both beautiful and completely bizarre.
She winced in sync with the crowd’s roars of excitement. “I’ll have you know that muggles fight like this…” Sorcha commented as the black haired woman in the ring’s head flipped upwards and a small stream of blood followed the same trajectory. In that same moment a burly man brushed past Sorcha and she instinctively grabbed for a piece of Jay’s clothing. What if they recognized her? Her blood status was known and they were actively in a secret basement in Knockturn Alley with someone whom she could swear she recognized as a Snatcher in their past life standing in that far corner.
Hoooooold the phone! She needed to chill.
“Jay, I…
Merlin!” Sorcha jumped and quickly let go of… well, whoever it was that she managed to grab hold of thinking it was Jay beside her. Instead he must have been a half giant, half bear hybrid! “Love your cloak!” She offered with a wink before slinking away and pushing through the crowd for a better view and casual '
where the heck is he' thought. It was like muggle boxing, but maybe more like street-MMA. With like... weapons and... bloodthirst. Definitely something one would watch and
not knowingly participate in. She couldn’t decide whether the entire scenario excited her or frightened her more!
“Sweet baby puffskein!” Sorcha mumbled to herself, catching sight of who was likely one of the fighters in the fight of the night. He was huge! And mysterious… and… her head tilted a little as a smirk began to form. Yeah, she’d consider a shag so long as he showered. He wasn’t her categorized ‘type’, but when in Rome! That’s when she heard a crack, a series of stumble, and then a thud – followed by crowd commotion equaled……. Well why the Hell not? Sorcha jumped in sync with the others and started shouting obscenities – it felt quite good!
@Jay Dunne 
