The idea of his personal assistant playing professional Quidditch placed last on the list of things that Wesley liked. He despised the thought of it. Resented Dahlberg for getting him accustomed to a life where he was somehow a functional human being because she was the one managing his life, came up with excuses to get him out of meetings he didn’t want to attend despite his presence being essential to settling contracts, most importantly kept him from making stupid, regretful life choices. Despite his initial reluctance, Wesley gave Leslie Dahlberg the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to hold a position in an international corporation without any references or prior experience and for the former Gryffindor to toss up the opportunity to work fulltime, on a set salary and extravagant bonuses for a sport baffled him. It baffled him how someone who could have the world would rather pursue a career to become a professional athlete. She would make more money in a year at MI than she would as a quidditch star.
But Leslie refused to see that and so, Wesley devised a plan. Unbeknownst to the recent graduate, Wesley’s sudden change of heart in regards to the pro-quid subject, had an ulterior motive. He’d agreed to become her agent not to ensure that she was given a spot in one of the best teams in the league, on a proper salary, and long term contract, but to sabotage any opportunity she had to have just that. He’d seen her play, he knew that without his interference she could make it onto almost any team. Wesley wasn’t about that life. He also wasn’t one to take chances and let Leslie do this all on her own (and sit back as she succeeded) so he had to get in touch with as many people as possible in order to ensure that things ended up going his way.
The problem with that however, was that he didn’t know many professional quidditch players. The only person he knew that could potentially help him was Lilia (whom he hadn’t seen or spoken to in years) and even then, she only served useful when it came to the Harpies. He supposed it was better than nothing. Desperate times called for desperate measures and he managed to contact her and got her to meet him at the L-Squared under the pretense that he wanted to catch up with old friends. Fix ties, set things right. That sort of thing. Women always fell for sentimental rubbish, after all.
“Lilia! Hey…” he greeted, offering her the seat he’d been saving at the bar beside him. “Didn’t think you’d show up.”