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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 7:54 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 8:09 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxLittle Miss Alexavia Alex wandered outside, glancing up at the sky every few minutes. She made her way down to the Quidditch Pitch and sat down on the grass. Leaning back, her body hit the ground with a soft thump, making her body vibrate on impact. She smiled and closed her eyes, arms spread out beside her, relaxing.
A few unusual and completely random thoughts floated through her head. "...I bet people will mistake me for a dead body, laying here like this. Maybe I should move..." "...This grass is cold..." "...I wonder how Dad is?" She laughed at herself, the sound breaking through the silence around her and echoing through the empty stadium.
Alex sat up and then pushed herself to her feet using her hands. She shook her head and ran her fingers through the back of her hair, trying to remove any stray grass that had lingered. She pulled her wand back out of her bag and waved it. "Accio Nimbus." she called loudly, her voice also echoing. There was a small wooshing sound that steadily grew louder as her broom zoomed through the air towards her.
Holding out her right hand, Alex caught the Nimbus 2001 as it came to her. She lowered it and slid on the end, holding tight with her right hand as she used her left to dump her bag and wand on the ground. Giggling quietly, she rose up from the ground into the air, the wind whistling in her ears and whipping through her hair as she shot forwards.
Alex stared straight ahead and then manuevured through several dips, rolls and twists. She dove towards the ground, the grass rushing up to meet her, and then she pulled out of the dive, shooting along the grass with her toes brushing gently along the ground. When she neared her belongings, she slowed down, reaching with her right hand down towards her wand. She swiped it into her hand and then she banked upwards, climbing vertically until she reached quite a high alititude. Only then did she stop and rest on her broom, looking over the grounds.
"Lumos." Alex muttered. Her wand lit up the area around her. Smiling wickedly, she pushed herself through more rolls and twists, flipping upside down and flying sideways at several points during the routine. Her wand lit the way for her through the whole thing, making sure she didn't hit any trees.
She slowed down and stopped in mid-air. She sighed. Flying wasn't as fun when you were by yourself. She slowly went downwards, reaching the ground softly and slipping off her broom. Holding it, she grabbed her bag off the ground and slung it over her shoulder. She got back on the broom and flew into the air, heading towards the front doors of the school.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:53 am
_~_Arken Brooks_~_ The small 6th year smiled as she walked out into the foggy morning. The thick white fog did well to hide her slim young body from view.
Reaching up and flipping her hip length golden hair, Arken Brooks smiled and pulled on a pair of goggles. Her gloved right hand held her Firebolt 8000 and her gloved left hand stowed her wand into the waist band of her Quidditch robes. The Gryffindor red contrasted nicly with her pale hair and skin.
Hopping onto her broomstich the witch rose into the air and preformed a few practice flips.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:52 am
I'm Not Some Cry Baby! I'm Just Over Emotional Alot... But Don't Count Me Out! I'll Surprise You All Yet...  
(( I'm guessing no one is here any more... so yeah, I'll just make a random post in this forum... ))
In the end, Seamus had found the girls he had been seeking, and of course, they hadn't liked Felix. Seamus had tried to talk Felix up, make him sound better, but Felix had just shaken his head. He wasn't what Seamus was trying to make him out to be. He held up his hands and backed away from the small group. Seamus worked better on his own any way. Once far enough away, Felix had run from the group and gone into stands, down to the Hufflepuff chamber.
There Felix changed into his protective gear. The last thing he put on the was the helmet. Then he shook his head. He couldn't see with it on. And for the seeker, seeing was everything. He pulled the helmet back off and sat it on one of the benches. He pulled his Star Bust 359, a small broom that seemed to sparkle in the right light. It always made Felix feel just a little better to see it sparkling at him.
Felix then moved to the training equipment. He opened the box and yelped when the bludger jumped against its chains. He whimpered lightly and pulled out the snitch instead. He tucked a small whistle into his shirt to call back the snitch should he not be able to catch it. He clutched the snitch in his hand and went out onto the pitch. He opened his hand and watched the snitch spread its wings. And then just like that, the chase was on.
Felix jumped onto his broom and soared into the sky in the direction he had last seen the snitch.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 3:24 pm
Makala had shown up to practice late, and therefore was still in the changing room when Felix and Seamus showed up. The first thing she spotted when she walked out was the Slytherin boy distracting her female team mates. The sight caused her to roll her eyes; it was slightly expected of him to do such a thing. Attempting to stay out of his line of sight, Makala mounted her broom just as a gold objected streaked around her and flew off. She looked up in curiosity as to who'd released the snitch.
Her sights fell on someone in yellow Hufflepuff robes. Felix. This made her frown only slightly, but she took to the air, making sure the red Quaffle was tucked nicely under her arm. She planned on ignoring the other boy; he shouldn't be a problem unless the snitch decided it wanted to hang around the goal posts any. So the Slytherin took off like a bullet towards the goal posts, curving and throwing the Quaffle once she was in shooting range. It barely soared through the middle hoop before beginning it's descent towards the ground. At which point she took off once more, grabbing it easily.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 3:19 pm
I'm Not Some Cry Baby! I'm Just Over Emotional Alot... But Don't Count Me Out! I'll Surprise You All Yet... Felix soared through the air, oblivious to the world and people around him. There was only the wind, his broom, and the golden snitch just out of reach of his outstretched fingers. In the air, at this speed, Felix was actually smiling. No sight of tears, no fear of his face. This was where Felix was of benefit. He would prove he was more than just a cry baby.
The snitch was heading to the ground now after such a high altitude. Felix pushed the broom towards the ground faster than gravity would pull him. His fingers stretched out, he could feel the tiny wings of the golden snitch. His fingers were about to wrap around the prize and...
WHAM
The red quaffle smashed into his face. It had been his sheer luck that had caused this. With it's decent and his speed and focus on the snitch, he hadn't been paying attention. When the snitch had suddenly changed direction, the quaffle had just been there. Only fate would see to it that it hit his face.
Felix fell off his broom and the rest of the way to the ground, which was a good distance. He hit the ground with a thud, holding his nose and whimpering softly as once again the tears poured over his cheeks.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 6:47 pm
Makala leaned forward on her broom, speeding towards the red blur heading towards the ground. She had her arm outstretched, reaching, but a yellow blur swooped past, seeming to catch it before herself. But as she managed to slow down, she heard a thud, and saw Felix clutching his nose. Her eyes widened and she quickly touched down next to him.
"Felix!" she cried, attempting to help him to his feet. "I'm sorry; I honestly didn't see you there," she was saying quickly. Her concern for the boy was very un-Slytherin-like, but she didn't much care at that moment. Even with the other Slytherins not too terribly far off. Felix hadn't given her a reason to treat with the direspect she gave others, it'd do her no good to make him cry without it. "How bad is it?" she asked as gently as was possible for the Slytherin.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 10:28 am
I'm Not Some Cry Baby! I'm Just Over Emotional Alot... But Don't Count Me Out! I'll Surprise You All Yet... Felix whimpered, clutching his nose. Blood was slipping between his fingers and he felt like his head was spinning. Then Makala was there, helping him to his feet. Felix wasn't thrilled about standing, since his head hurt so bad. He stumbled a little, then stood up straighter, using Makala for balance for a moment. "It's ok, Makala... I know you didn't do it on purpose..." He whimpered again, pressing his hands tighter on his nose as if the pressure would make it stop hurting. "I just have bad luck..." He whispered to her, hoping to clear her conscious. Because her concern was not like a Slytherin, but Felix had gotten to talk to her before. She was nicer than most Sltyerins.
Felix made a sound close to a whine as she asked how bad it was. He didn't want to know. He moved his hands down from his face. His nose was bent oddly and blood was pouring from his nose down over his lips and to the ground. "Its bad, Makala... It feels like I broke it again..." He mumbled to her. He looked over to his broom, the golden snitch just a ball next to it. He sighed and looked back to Makala. "I guess I should go to the hospital wing..." He said, closing his eyes. A few tears from the pain trickled from his eyes. "They're going to be mad..." He whispered, knowing he was going to get scolded from them again.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 1:11 pm
(( Sorry this took me so long. I've been having some issues... ))
Makala allowed Felix to use her as balance, stumbling only slightly as he was both taller and weighed more than she did. There was blood, and a lot of it. Just the sight made her slightly sick to her stomach. "Oh no..." she muttered as he moved his hands away from his face, allowing the blood to flow more freely and revealing a very broken nose. It looked painful, and only sounded more so when he mentioned he'd broken his nose before. She herself had managed to never break anything, and couldn't much imagine how much something like that must hurt.
Frowning, she pulled out her wand and tapped his nose lightly. The bleeding slowed down, though his nose was still oddly shaped. "It's not much...but its slightly better," she said with an almost apologetic tone. She had been taught a few spells for situations as such, though had far to go to have any of them that great. But her brow furrowed as he mentioned someone being angry with him. "Who? And for what? An accident?" she let out a scoff and rolled her eyes slightly. "No one should get upset about a little accident that'll take the nurse two seconds to fix."
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:53 pm
  ____________ мσяgαи ∂αℓ¢α ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ ((Since no one has been here for several months, lets start this over. Again.))
The sun had yet to break over the horizon, but the sky was beginning to lighten. Morgan walked slowly, her Thunderbolt 9000 slung over her shoulder, enjoying the scent of the grass freshly wet with dew. Being that it was a very early Sunday morning, she wasn't the least bit surprised to see the grounds deserted. By the time she had made it to the stadium, the birds had begun to sing. She entered through the main gate. There was no point in stopping in the equipment room; she wouldn't be needing it. She skipped the changing rooms as well. Morgan was already dressed in thick leggings, short boots and a simple long sleeved top. She didn't plan on a traditional practice.
Taking her time, she made it to the center of the pitch. Here she mounted her broom and made a slow climb towards the goal hoops across the stadium. As a few rays of sun broke across the sky, she sped up. She stopped a few feet from the tallest ring. Standing up on the handle of her Thunderbolt, she launched herself at the goal. She grabbed her broom with her feet at the last moment as she swung herself up into the goal. Morgan made herself comfortable, hooking the broom safely onto the hoop next to her by its foot rests.
Morgan liked to watch the sun rise. There was as much irony as joy in it. Her brother would never be able to do this. She doubted Sorin would have ever been up this early, regardless. The redhead sighed as she thought about how many more times she would be able to greet the sun. It was impossible to know. There was a strong breeze blowing that morning that played with her braided pigtails. She flipped them back over her shoulder as the sun fully began to peek over the horizon.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:21 pm
Shaun strode out the main doors of the castle, not bothering to suppress a large yawn. He had stopped in the Great Hall for several slices of toast and a few sips of pumpkin juice before heading out to the Quidditch Pitch. He threw the remnants of the last slice of toast on the grass--Let the birds finish that off, he thought--and continued walking toward the Quidditch pitch. His had leaned his broom, a Silver Arrow, over his shoulder as he exited the shadow of the castle. The sun was already up, and bright, and Shaun blinked a few times before his eyes adjusted to the light. He veered to the left and entered the equipment shed. He opened the chest that housed the practice balls, and extracted a quaffle. Tossing it once into the air, Shaun caught it one-handed and grinned. Today would be a good practice. He kicked the chest shut, exited the shed, and headed into the stadium.
A few moments later, he had reached the pitch. He stepped into the grass that made up the playing area and grinned. This was his favorite part of being at school; there was nothing he enjoyed more than flying. Shaun closed his eyes and turned his face to the sun, allowing the bright yellow light to dispel all the remaining sleepiness that lingered about him before mounting his broom. He kicked off the ground and soared through the air for a moment. Once he reached a suitable height, he tossed the quaffle into the air once more, this time catching it with both hands. He settled the quaffle under his arm and took off toward the goal and readied himself to toss the ball through one of the hoops. He threw the quaffle, grinning, as he pulled his broom to a stop. As he watched the ball arc through the air, however, he realized there was someone sitting in one of the hoops. A certain redheaded someone.
"Morgan!" he shouted. "Heads up!" He grimaced as the quaffle continued to fly toward the redhead. The two of them already had a small rivalry, seeing as they were on two opposing House teams. The last thing the Gryffindor needed was to injure a Slytherin.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:57 pm
____________ мσяgαи ∂αℓ¢α ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ The sun had fully risen. Morgan blinked the light out of her eyes and scanned the pitch. To her surprise, there seemed to be a boy walking onto the grass. From the distance, she couldn't tell exactly who it was. At least, she knew it wasn't Sam. And with that being enough information for her, she decided she didn't care who the boy actually was. It might have been better for her had she payed attention.
A few moments after turning her attention back to the sky, she caught her name on the wind. Morgan looked up in time to see a quaffle soaring straight towards her. It wouldn't do to get a quaffle in the face, would it? She dropped backwards from the hoop just in time; the ball barely missed the tip of her nose as it wooshed over her. Holding on to the goal with her knees, Morgan hung upside down for a moment and watched the quaffle drop to the ground. A scowl soon graced her features.
She reached over to the other goal and unhooked her broom before letting herself drop from her hoop. Mounting the broom midair, she flew straight for the boy that had practically beheaded her. As she got closer, she could see it was Shaun, one of the chasers for Gryffindor. She brought her broom to a sharp stop a few inches from Shaun. "Just vhat do you tink you are playing at?!" Morgan's accent came creeping through in her rage.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 7:10 pm
Shaun watched as Morgan dropped out of the way just in time to avoid being hit by the quaffle. He sighed in relief. He had never had much interaction with Morgan, aside from Quidditch games, but if her demeanor during gameplay was any indication, she was an incredibly fierce woman. Shaun was always impressed with how well she handled the bludgers.
He watched as she mounted her broom and flew straight at him. The color drained from his face as she stopped right in front of him. She practically hissed her question at him, and Shaun picked up an accent stronger than the faint one she normally spoke with. He took a deep breath and held up his hands in a gesture of attempted peacemaking. "I wasn't playing at anything, Morgan, I swear. It was an accident. I didn't see you there and it didn't even occur to me that anyone else would be on the pitch this early." Shaun hesitated for a moment, now somewhat sure that Morgan wouldn't strike him. She didn't appear to have her beater's bat with her, so there was that, at least.
"Are you ok?" he continued, his voice a little shaky because of the look she was giving him.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 7:36 pm
____________ мσяgαи ∂αℓ¢α ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Morgan watched Shaun closely as he spoke. He seemed genuine enough in his apology and went as far as to ask if she was alright. She relaxed a bit but a frown stayed on her lips. "I am unharmed. But it would do you well to look before you throw." The Slytherin assumed that as a Quidditch player, Shaun would know to do that. Apparently not. Morgan backed up on her broom to put a bit more distance between them.
"Getting in a bit of morning practice, are you?" Shaun was a good chaser. Morgan had fired a fair share of bludgers his way in past games. And obviously he had quite a good arm on him. The redhead took her wand from her pocket and lazily waved it in the air. "Accio quaffle". The ball came through the air in their direction. Morgan moved out of the way so the summoned quaffle could be grabbed by Shaun.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 7:50 pm
Shaun sighed in relief when Morgan's glare lessened. She reprimanded him, and he nodded along with her words. "You're right, I know. I'm just glad I didn't hit you," he said, chuckling a little. Morgan moved her broom away from him and he stopped laughing prematurely. Awkward. Shaun cleared his throat.
He snatched the quaffle out of the air as it zoomed toward him. "Yep. I haven't had a real chance to play since the end of last year. My dad isn't too crazy about me flying around on a broom at home." He paused for a moment before clarifying for Morgan, in case she didn't know: "They're muggles." He ran a hand through his hair, making it more messed than it normally was. "Hey," he said, after another awkward silence. "You wanna practice? I can go let a bludger loose." He grinned, hoping she would agree to practicing with him.
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