Who Do You Think You Are? [TAG: Rawiri]

[LEAH SILVIAS]

"Tibble." Came the angry voice from the doorway of the man's new office belonging to none other than the NY Wolves and US National Quidditch Keeper Leah Silvias. It was a tone that the man would have known well over the years. Back when they were on opposing teams shouting at each other across the sky, yelling at each other on the ground and events that she had hated, trading barbs as the walked past, giving each other a hard time in school together. Somethings never changed...

"We need to talk." Words that should have come as a question were anything but. Chocolate brown eyes narrowed at the object of her  ire as both of her fingerless glove clad hands rested on her hips. She had changed out of her Quidditch uniform since their latest game and currently wore jeans and a dark blue sweater. It was fall after all.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" She continued her tirade helping herself to an entrance as she boldly stepped inside practically standing over his desk. This was old hat for them. They had been through it for years but never ever with him outranking her. Rawiri Tibble... coach? No way. Not on her watch. Not on her life. She would never take orders from him. Not for a second. She had made that known since his first day at practices a month ago being a never ending thorn in his side, disobeying, mouthing off, challenging him every step of the way. Theodore Silvestri had to get involved once or twice or things would have gotten ugly...er. But Teddy was nowhere to be seen right now.

"You benched me." She pointed at him with a glare as if he had done the worst thing known to man (and to her it was). "I don't get benched." But benched she had been. With ten minutes left in the game In all of her years of playing professionally (and she had been playing since the age of sixteen) she had never not finished a game, let alone been removed. But Rawiri had done so, crowd boos be damned, and why was lost on her... Maybe it was because he gave her an instruction and she rolled her eyes or told him to 'f*** himself' but that cause and effect was certainly lost on her right now. 

"Well?" Her eyes widened at him impatiently. "What have you got to say for yourself?!"

TAG: RAWIRI TIBBLE

[RAWIRI TIBBLE]

Rawiri Tibble had been unpacking from the boxes left around his new office. He had only been working a few months with the new team since transferring and he had never got a chance to clean this room up. It was time he thought.

Never once did Rawiri think he would have a visitor already, especially one who was supper pissed at him with the name Leah Silvias. "I thought I have a nice guest first, I guess not." He mumbled as she went on scolding him.

As he placed a photo down on the window ceiling his face jolted with shock when she asked "Who the hell do you think you are?". Something never changed between the two. Rawiri thought at least being her boss that the two could be at least civil with each other guess that was not in the cards.

"Ah, a nice hello how are you would have been nice first." He shrugged his shoulders as he went back to a box on his desk. "But I forgot I am talking to Silvias I shouldn't expect politeness from you." Rawiri poked her thinking it was only fair for how she was acting. "What is there to talk about then that is so important then?" He asked looking her in the eye as he grabbed a handful of stuff taking it out of the box in front of him.

Rawiri let out a sight laugh "Well you did get benched so I guess your 'I don't get benched.' is very wrong now isn't it?" He looked her in her eyes smugly.

"You know what you did Silvias and keep it up the attitude and you'll be bench the rest of the season." He gave her a stern tone, he wasn't going to back down from her today. "That's what I have to say for myself. So, please behave your best Silvias as I'm not your punching bag to do with as you please like your last couch."

LEAH SILVIAS // Notes:

[LEAH SILVIAS]

"Sorry to disappoint." She was all too quick to counter back, primed for this sort of banter back and forth from their schooling days. They had practically made bickering an artform. Also, she wasn't sorry, not in the slightest which was even more evident when she kept on after him.

"Ok fine." She huffed, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest. "Hi. How are you doing? Who the hell do you think you are?" Yep. Some things were still very much the same between the two former Gryffindors. "Oh trust me, there's a lot that you can expect but none of it is stuff that you're hoping for." As always, her defenses around the man were up. She knew all too well if she softened for even a second that's when he would 'stab' her and laugh. She refused to give him that satisfaction. He was already (unfortunately) her coach. She didn't have to like it and she most certainly didn't have to make it easy on him.

When he poked her, her jaw opened in surprise. Had he really just done that? "What the fuck?" There was no niceties to be had. This wasn't fun. This wasn't school. Come to think of it, that hadn't been any fun either. "What are you two?" And before the grinning man could say anything she lifted her hand in a halt motion to quiet him. "Don't answer that."

The way he was calmly unpacking while she rallied against him was irritating her even more. That's probably why he did it. She felt her firsts clench at her sides. "You were wrong. Like always." Her brown eyes briefly scanned the room, her angry expression briefly softening and being taken over by confusion. "Are you ever gonna unpack?" The American demanded, ignoring that it was exactly what he was trying to do right now and she was interrupting. "This place looks like a maze." Between all of the boxes and disarray she didn't know how the man got anything done. Simple - he clearly didn't and didn't care to.

"You know what you did Silvias and keep it up the attitude and you'll be bench the rest of the season."

"...What?" He wouldn't dare. Would he? She was the star of the team. A move like that would have the fans mad and them most likely losing. But maybe Rawiri didn't care about all of that. Some folks just wanted to laugh at the world burning while they lit the match. "You wouldn't..." She actually sounded upset as her voice hitched out of fear. Oh god, he was serious wasn't he? "But that's not fair..." And there it was. She was at a loss for words... but not for long.

"You're a jerk. You know that? You always have been and you always will be and, I'll have you know, I actually liked Coach Jeremy." A lot. He had been like a father to her for fifteen years... Now he was off on some well earned vacation... except forever. Retirement was stupid. "You're nothing like him." And she wouldn't give him a chance to be.

[RAWIRI TIBBLE]

All he did was grumble under his breath as she went on her tide ride. It felt almost like the old school days when the two would square off in their usually shouting matches or mean-spirited comments. Rawiri did know how to get under her skin. He would be lying if he did not enjoy it. It never got old for him.

While she could be annoying there was a kind of excitement for him. Maybe it was because Silvias kept him on his toes. Rawiri kept on placing things away and kept his grin on his face. He had to keep up appearances plus he knew how much it pissed her off of how calm he was.

Rawiri just let her keep talking until he could think of what to say. After all, she was now his team member and he had to make sure to keep not only her in line but himself. As she went on he kept laughing in his head. Usually, he is witty back but he wanted to see how the great Leah Silvias was going with this.

"Oh, I do trust you, and trust me I wasn't expecting much from you. The team thats different." He still did not look over at her. Maybe he didn't look like she eventually go away but that was too much wishful thinking.

He couldn't help it any longer and burst into a laugh when she said he was wrong. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. He then continued fixing up his office. He wonders if she would get madder if he didn't even look at her. "Right right Silvias. How can the great Leah Silvias ever be wrong."

He pause and looked around. "Well, I was until you came in here throwing your regular tantrums." He bent down to pick a box up to put on a table.

"Oh, Silvias I would." He smirked as he placed the box on the table. "Life's not fair Silvias it's time you get used to it." He processed to take out a few things from the box.

"Your right I am nothing like him. I'm not a push over and I make sure my team works as a team." Rawiri shrugged his shoulders. "You need to learn that.. be it the hard way or the easy way. It's up to you." He shrugged his shoulders. There was no backing down to her Rawiri wouldn't allow it.

LEAH SILVIAS // Notes:

[LEAH SILVIAS]

Was he grinning? He had to be joking! Who was she kidding? He always joking. He was Rawiri Tibble! If she didn't know any better (and she always did) she might think that he was enjoying this? Riling her up and pissing her off like she was one of his playthings. No sir. Not today and not ever. He was in for the rudest of awakenings if he intended to go through his tenure as Quidditch coach with that attitude. So was she.

"It's not a temper tantrum!" She countered with a frown. Except that it was. But she was also not going to let him get away with how he was speaking to her (even if the treatment was semi justified).

"I'll have you know I earned my spot on this team." She stepped around the desk following him around the room as he unpacked even going so far as to help him, picking up things, setting them down random spots, all the while going off on him. "I've been on this team since I was fifteen years old. National at sixteen. You can't bench me just cause you don't like that I'm right." There was that glorious American stubbornness again.

At his next remark her eyes narrowed and she stepped in front of Rawiri stopping his path looking boldly up at him deadly serious. "Coach Sterling isn't a pushover." This wouldn't stand. She didn't move. He would hear her out on this damnit. He would understand or she would die trying. "He's the best man I've ever known." And she meant it, every word. She didn't know what she was going to do without him. Suffer more like now most likely. Lowering her gaze sadly she shook her head, putting on her tough guy face once more. "You could only hope to be one ounce of the man he is." They all could.

"Fine." She relented, stepping back but not aside. Not even looking at him that is until another thought came to mind. Her brown eyes darted out finding his. "But I'll have you know the team loves me. We're family. You're the one we don't trust and you haven't given us any reason to. You just power tripped your way all over the place like you always do." If he wanted to give her a dose of reality he could help himself to one. "You also have things to learn, Tibble."

[RAWIRI TIBBLE]

'It's not a temper tantrum' His eye lay on her with a slight smirk creeping upon his lips. Rawiri wasn't going to lie to himself that he did miss his old classmate's tantrums or outbursts. It had brought memories of fun times and, dare he say, fun times with Silvias.

Rawiri let her get her anger out, finding it funny how she was helping in his office as he walked around putting things away. He must have hit a nerve to set Silvias off for her to do such a thing.

He took a box and grabbed some boxes and then proceeded to place some books on a shelf as she went on. "Never said you didn't earn your spot Silvias," Rawiri said as he blew on a dusty book on the end of a shelf.

"I didn't bench because you were right, Silvias. I benched you because you were outlined." He turned to look at her letting her know he would never question her ability to play. He knew Silvias was one of the best players. After all, they were at the same time at Hogwarts. Just in his eyes, she didn't listen to her team.

As he turned, he found himself in front of the face with her fiery red hair and personality. "Of course, Coach Sterling is a great guy... great as me" He shook his hand from side to side. Turning his head down to look ad he made the motion. "Ehh." He looked back at her, smiling at her knowing all too well how to play this game.

Rawiri shook his head and let out a chuckle. "Well, maybe one day you will see me that way." He placed his empty box down and placed it on the table next to him, picking up a newly filled box in its place.

A surprised face came upon Rawiri Tibble when she said fine. Hmm, maybe something was different with her. Rawiri brushed alongside her, putting the new box on his main desk. He looked over at her, and their eyes met. "Hm, very strong we." He shrugged his shoulders. "I know your team loves you, and I hate to say I don't mind you being around, but if your team doesn't trust in me, we are doomed to fail. Then you'll have to deal with another new couch, and oh, merlin, I wonder how mean they would be." He placed his hand on the edge of the desk leaning back into it. "Sure, I have things to learn but so do you. But..." He paused, thinking for the first time in his life about what he would say. "We can do it together..of course, as a team." A smirk was on his face wondering what was running through her mind as he let those words out. Tibble and Silvias working as a team. It must be near the end of the day for such a thing to happen.

LEAH SILVIAS // Notes:

[LEAH SILVIAS]

Was he... smirking at her? Of course he was. Ever since they were students at Hogwarts he had relished in anything that bothered her. "You don't have to say it." Everything he did irritated her and half the time (most of the time) she knew he as doing it to ruffle her feathers. It was like he enjoyed pissing her off and getting her off kilter because - of course he did.

"Why not both?" She turned to face him at the same time, hands crossed over her chest defensively like she was sparring off against him. It was a stand off, and not one that she planned on losing. "Coach Sterling is the best guy." She once again corrected him, not budging from where she stood, dark brown eyes narrowing. "You could never be like him." And how dare he insinuate, even jokingly, that he was. Heck, he probably believed it. This made her blood boil.

"Well, maybe one day you will see me that way." 

"I'd sooner kiss a swamp ogre." That class clown couldn't shake his old ways it seemed and this bothered her even more. Would he ever grow up? She was on to talk though. In some ways, her stubbornness and competitiveness, she was like a teenager who didn't get her way. Everyone knew to avoid her after a lost match because it was either a bunch of cursing or her sitting on the floor of the showers in the locker room as the water from the faucet poured down on her in a total 'woe is me' moment. They both could stand some growing up.

"It is a strong we. You're just not a part of it." And she somehow doubted that he ever would be or want to be. "Lets get one thing straight, Tibble. You don't like me, you have never liked me and I don't like you. And you know why? Cause you're threatened by me, always have been, and I don't like you because you don't like that you're threatened by me. We're never gonna like each other and that's that so stop the inspirational bullshit monologuing." Oops. She quieted for a moment briefly looking over her shoulder. That was a bit louder and meaner than she had intended. As much as she loathed it, she probably should tone it down just a tad lest she be benched. Swallowing some of her pride she lifted her gaze back up at him. "I will show up, on time. I will try to keep my mouth closed..." Yeah, good fucking luck with that. "I will come and do my job. You just let me do it." Turning away she released the breath she had been holding. Had a deal been met? Maybe. Good thing no terms were put on paper. She wasn't sure that she could do it anyways.

She snatched another item that he had placed on one of his shelves. A photo in a frame and wrinkled her brow in disgust - not at the photo but where he had put it. That wasn't the right place. Was he high? Scoffing she walked to his desk before looking down at it one more time curiously. "Who's this?" Yeah, right. Like he'd answer.