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 Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 6:53 pm
Seamus climbed the stairs leading up to the quidditch stands. He'd wandered down to the pitch having seen a few players in the air. There wasn't supposed to be a game, but he could see if there was anyone interesting hanging around. As he reached the top of the staircase he could see two of his housemates. Smiling, he approached, gesturing to the skies. "Morning. Watching, or taking a break? Personally I wouldn't be caught dead. I'm more of a lover than a fighter. Or flyer for that matter." Seamus gave a sly smile in Morgan's direction. "Have you heard about tonight? You're coming of course! We have to be the worst prefects ever."
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 1:35 am
Despite the short amount of time Tancred had spent trying to figure out quidditch, he was already beginning to find the sport dull and was quickly growing bored. His interest grew when he noticed Morgan coming down towards him, and his lazy half smile returned to his face, as was his normal custom. "Mornin' Morgan." he said as cheerfully as he could this early, then laughed when the other Slytherin mentioned never seeing him up this early. "S'probably because I usually don't crawl out of bed for another hour. Nice out, though." he replied, running a hand through his hair a bit nervously. His smile faltered when she asked if he'd be able to even out the numbers. "I'd like to, but I'm a terror on a broom." His smile turned to an apologetic one and he shrugged, about to say more when he caught someone walking towards them out of the corner of his eye. When he noticed it was Seamus, he nodded a hello and tried to listen to what the other boy was saying. He was drifting out of the conversation when he heard something that sparked his curiosity. "What's going on tonight?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 9:10 pm
  ____________ мσяgαи ∂αℓ¢α ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Morgan hovered just beyond the stands as Tancred answered her. She nodded when he mentioned the weather. It was shaping up to be a nice day. The boy continued and Morgan let a smirk find its way to the corner of her mouth. Perhaps having a maniacal flier would be just the thing to distract the Gryffindors. Before she could voice her thoughts, a third Slytherin joined their little group.
"Good morning, Seamus." Morgan returned his smile, but didn't bother answering his first question. It was quite clear that she was playing; what with being on a broom in the air and all. She listened as he spoke but found herself confused by the way he spoke. Her English was quite good, and she'd never admit to not understanding, but sometimes turn-of-phrase confused her. Despite this, Morgan was able to catch the gist of what he meant. No counting on Seamus to even the odds then. The boy talked on.
Morgan snickered. "Do we?" Tancred seemed just as lost as she was. He voiced the question the redhead hadn't had a chance to ask. "And how illegal is it?" She did like to have a good time, but being a prefect was important to her too.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 9:35 pm
Seamus grinned as Morgan asked the obligatory prefect question. She was his better half in that department, he wasn't ashamed to admit. "I suppose you don't then! It is, ah... probably super illegal. But most of the good stuff is." He stretched lazily, letting his hands reach up and making the obligatory mid-stretch face. Suddenly, he dropped his arms, serious. "If I tell you and you decide it's not worth it, are you going to be the one prefect not there, ratting us all out then?" He didn't think she would. She wasn't uptight. But she was good at her job.
Not waiting for a response he leaned in towards the two, as much as possible with one being in the air. "Hogsmeade tonight! I'll be sneaking out early, so unless you come with me, you're on your own." Seamus was nearly positive Morgan could get out without a problem, but he thought he'd offer. As for Tancred, Seamus didn't know a thing about his sneaking skills. He'd never caught him, but that didn't mean nobody else did.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:49 pm
____________ мσяgαи ∂αℓ¢α ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Morgan couldn't help but laugh. Most of the "good stuff" was indeed illegal. She regained her composure as Seamus became more serious. The redhead inwardly "hmph"ed. Of course she wouldn't be blabbing to the professors about the party. In fact, she was rather keen on the idea of the get-together. She didn't get a chance to voice this however, as Seamus went on ahead with the details.
"I can get there. I have done it many times before." Morgan lived in Hogsmeade. Often times her father would need her and she would have to slip away from Hogwarts unnoticed. "What part of town?" She hoped it wouldn't be near her home and quidditch shop. Her mother wouldn't take kindly to the noise and her father... well, she didn't want to think about what could happen.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:13 pm
The voice from below turned out to be another Housemate, a keeper. "Gmorning Cal!" Moira called out as he ascended. The wind picked up lightly, raising her red hair around her head and tickling her nose. She almost always wore it pulled back with a ribbon, especially on the pitch, but it slipped her mind that morning. A minor inconvenience.
The game could not progress however, as their beater pulled back and hovered near the stands, talking to someone. It was nearly impossible to tell between the height and her hair obstructing the view. Moira sped down towards the group, intent on bringing Morgan back to the game. She would chase for the other red head, if she wanted to even the score. Slytherin was their rival, true, but girls against boys? That would be fun. No houses, just teams.
As she approached the small group she could see that there were two people in the stands. Hovering alongside Morgan she heard the tail end of the girl's question. "Planning on ditching us then Morgan?" Moira grinned. "I was going to try and start a girls versus boys, but if you're off somewhere..." Her voice trailed off in a question.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 9:08 pm
 D.A.N.I.E.L.L.E. C.R.O.S.S. Danny mellowly walked onto the feild with her Sienna storm. A broom her father designed, just a level under the firebolt. It's walnut color was beautiful, and was still one of her favorite brooms. The griffindor positioned herself on the broom, smoothly levitating into midair. She couldn't help but hear the idea of a girl's versus boy's idea that her fellow chaser had suggested. "Sounds like a blasty blast." Danny called out to Moria, using one hand as though to project her voice from the distance, while the other held a tight grip on the neck of her storm.  
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 9:44 pm
____________ мσяgαи ∂αℓ¢α ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Morgan returned Moira's smile. "Not until tonight." Not caring if the Slytherin's wanted a Gryffindor at the party or not, she went ahead and explained the party details to the other girl. She considered them friends, after all. And besides, should Moira take it poorly (which she didn't think she would), memories could always be charmed. She quieted as another body rose into the air a few meters off. Getting a better look at the girl now that she was properly in the air, Morgan recognized her as the third chaser for Gryffindor. "Wonderful..." she thought, and then opted to speak out loud after hearing Danielle. "...'a blasty blast'?" Morgan raised an eyebrow and gave a pointed look to her housemates. She certainly hoped that the girl was referring to the quidditch suggestion, and not the party.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 9:55 pm
D.A.N.I.E.L.L.E. C.R.O.S.S. Danny smiled happily at Morgan, "Yeah, we never have practiced grouped by gender. Surely we would be able to upshow them." She said, motioning with her thumb over her shoulder to what men were flying. "Unless, you have a doubt?" In a teasing yet challenging tone, she asked Morgan. Both hands came up behind her head to unpin her hair, merely to twist it tighter to fly without disruption. Her body balanced easily on the broom while her hands finished, soon returning back. An eyebrow cocked, waiting to hear Morgan's oppinion on Moria's suggestion.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 10:03 pm
Seamus smiled and nodded at Morgan, conceding to her Hogwarts escape skills. Still, he wouldn't be a gentleman if he didn't offer. Plus the benefit of staring at the back of her on their way through the passage at the bottom of the Whomping Willow. For the most part, the back of her was the only place Seamus felt safe staring, although he was certain she would catch him just as easily. Sometimes, he felt she had more ability in her senses than other girls he ogled.
Moira appeared then, hovering near Morgan and he allowed himself to appreciate her as she explained herself to the other girl. He doubted she would notice at least. Seamus was a little surprised Morgan invited her to the party, he didn't know they got on so well. He smiled, shaking his hair out of his eyes. "It will be fun Moira. You should consider joining us." He would have continued, when another player shot from the pitch into the air. She shouted something to Moira as she flew up but all Seamus caught was the tail end. Morgan shot a look to the group as she repeated the term. Seamus' brow furrowed and he looked from the two girls to Tancred, searching their faces for an answer. "What the bloody hell is blasty blast? Maybe she ought to put on a helmet out there."
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 10:31 pm
D.A.N.I.E.L.L.E. C.R.O.S.S. Danny over heard the boy and narrowed her eyes in a wicked sense. "You bitzer." She rasped out, one wrong saying and it seemed to be mocked. Althought it might have seemed she was wearing her heart on her sleeve at the moment, she sucked it up and made sure her cocky smirk brushed forth. The broom wobbled just a bit, only so slightly that it was noticed by the rider. A swift glance was made at her beloved broom, refreshing her mind about how much distance there was inbetween her and the turf. A mere huff of breath escaped past her lips, pointed upward to blow a lock of hair away that had loosened from the twist made not even a mere minute ago. You're lucky I don't use a flick of the wand to use Densaugeo, or better yet Furnunculus you t**t. She hissed in her head. Perhaps she was being too rash with whom she did not like. But either way, this first impression was not a very pleasent on.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 7:35 pm
Moira nodded as Morgan explained the party. When she finished speaking, Moira smiled, arching an eyebrow. "Doesn't really sound like prefect stuff now does it! I'm definitely in." After a moment's thought she added, "Oh Merlin. I don't even know what to wear." It was exciting though. She hadn't been to a decent party since the one where Finnian had burned off that little Hufflepuff's eyebrows.
Danny suddenly joined them, wanting in on the boys vs girls. She still wasn't sure if Morgan would join. There would hardly be a fair game without her. "Are you hanging around, Morgan?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 12:46 am
Tancred kept quiet through most of the conversation, chuckling when Seamus mentioned that most of the good stuff was illegal. After that, the albino seemed to drift away from the conversation, eyes glazing over somewhat as he used selective hearing just to get enough information about where and when this party was. It'd be nice to get out of the castle and do something fun, especially since he hadn't been to one since the year before. He was dying for something enjoyable to happen. When another voice joined the groups, he paid more attention, though he only heard the last part of what the new kid said. Furrowing his brows, he repeated the term to himself quietly a few times, noting the fact that the other Slytherins looked just as confused as he was. As the girl overheard and insulted his housemate, he looked over at her, then back at Seamus. "Don't be ridiculous, Seamus. She can't wear a helmet because it would impair her ability of licking windows." he said slowly, not quite use to poking fun at a girl.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 9:00 am
Seamus' confusion only grew worse as the girl insulted him. He only knew that's what it was because of her tone. This person has no grasp of the English language. I would say foreign but every where I've been surely I would have picked up something. This is actually quite awkward.
He'd been insulted before of course, so it hardly bothered him. Moira seemed to ignore the exchange, perhaps she knew what the other girl meant? He simply looked up at the girl, calmly. She seemed more angry than she needed to be, her broom was trembling.
After a moment of staring he heard Tancred's remark and turned to look at the boy appraisingly. Seamus couldn't remember the last time he'd heard the boy tease. It wasn't half bad, if he had to say so. "Well. I'd love to stay and... aw bloody hell I can't wait to be off this pitch. Morgan, we're meant to see Professor Napoletani before the day is out, something about docking points and all that. Do you want to go now? Or shall I find you some other time?" Being a prefect was actually enjoyable, and if the Head of his House needed to meet with him, he'd rather see to it sooner than later.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 5:04 pm
 Q u i n n ♣ C r i s o s•Seventh Year; Slytherin Pride•╔══════════════╗
Quinn Crisos turned onto the Quidditch Pitch, carrying a black & gold Adidas soccer ball. Coming straight off one of her own practices on the grounds, she decided to see what was happening around the Pitch. Running a hand through her dark auburn hair, she just so happened to see a group of Slytherins in the stands, most of which she knew from classes here and there. Looking over at the field, she saw some people flying about mindlessly, and one Gryffindor who seemed to be at boiling point, Quinn could only imagine what they had done to her. Besides the one Gryffindor who was volcanic she noticed another who was socializing. It didn't really matter to her, as long as they weren't obnoxious, she could care less.
Making her way over to the ground, she rolled the ball around her fingers, and while passing the one Gryffindor (Danny) she called out. "Calm down kitty, no need for claws..." Rolling her eyes, Quinn tossed the soccer ball around. It was a habit she had developed recently, not that it was too important to her. Running an open hand through her hair, she looked over at the group, and nodded a small hello, while saying. "Pleasure of seeing you all here, quite a nice day out, isn't it? Such a shame nothing interesting seems to be happening..." Boredom laced her tone, as she brushed away a curl of hair. Quinn looked over at Danny once more before turning back to the group. It was rash to just jump in, not that she cared. Nearly her entire day, besides the soccer portioned, had been dipped in boredom, and Quinn wanted to talk to some people, perhaps catch up on something she missed. Quinn's ocean blue eyes started to wander, looking at each face, and then back to the field. Biting her lip, she looked over at the guys. Two that she both recognized, not that she had any intent on doing anything. Quinn's schedule was currently busied up with others, pursuing that is.╚══════════════╝
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