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 Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 4:55 pm
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Cathryn Rose O'Malley 13 Years Old┽Third Year┽Ravenclaw┽Chaser┽Single
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Dinner? Now that was completely different. Cat opened her mouth to refuse, then closed it again, realizing that perhaps dinner with Chase would be nice. She giggled. "So we have a deal then? Dinner then massage?" She tossed her bright read curls and gave him a wink. Ever since the whole fiasco with Tay and Roi, she had missed the company of a man, a spot that perhaps this fifth year Prefect could fill. However, a string of jealousy tugged on her heart as he joked so playfully with the other readhead, Phi. Cat shook her head, realizing that the jealousy was unfounded, and tried to focus on the talk of Quidditch.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 12:59 pm
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 6:33 pm
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 10:14 am
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Cathryn Rose O'Malley 13 Years Old┽Third Year┽Ravenclaw┽Chaser┽Single
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"Very well, I suppose I will try out then." Cat said in response to Woil. "Even if it's just to show you that I'm still a great flyer." Grinning at the blonde boy, she mounted her broom and kicked off into the air. She sat on it, hovering just above the ground. Looking around at her team, she called, "So who's the first Keeper? Who shall be my opponent, hm?" She said all of this jokingly, thoroughly enjoying Quidditch tryouts.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 10:29 am
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  Tristain hadn't exactly recognized the voice, but she could tell it belonged to the captain just by its tone. Turning to her left and straightening her back, she was met with a gentle face that she had seen at their most recent sorting ceremony, though she had never actually met the boy.
With her arms crossed around the neck of her broom, she listened silently as directions were given, then nodded obediently to relate the fact that she understood. With a smile so eagerly trying to peak from within, Tristain inched closer to the captain alongside the others and waited for specific directions.
This was it. This was her moment to shine. "Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined.
Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind."- William Shakespeare |
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 5:32 am
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Chase smirked at Cat’s candor. She was playful and fun, just the sort of distraction that he was looking for. Would it be a lasting thing? Pff, what was? But she seemed to share his sense of humor and appreciation of a good time. As she swung up on to her broom and took to the air, Chase felt very like a game of cat and mouse was beginning. Giving Woil a fraternal punch to the shoulder with a broad smile he swung up onto his broom and flew a small circle around Cat. ”That would be me, beautiful. You had better be careful though.” His emerald eyes sparkled with mischief and candor, ”If you damage my fragile ego too badly, I might have to make you pay for dinner.”
With a wink, he was off. Soaring across the pitch. Just a few years before he had declined his grandparents offer to buy him the newest model of the Firebolt. He felt like having a lesser broom would prove that he was a superior flyer. He still felt that a superior flyer on a lesser broom was worth more than an inferior rider on a top of the line broom. However, a superior rider on a superior broom, well, it didn’t take a scholar to add that up. Chase had taken all of the Advanced Flying classes and spent most of his spare time astride, when he wasn’t in the library.
He had been wanting to play Quidditch for years. But he had been forbidden. Now, leaving his grandparents estate and generally thumbing their noses at the rules, the cousins were trying to re-acclimate to wizarding society at school. In a way, it had been very hard on Chase. His first year back as a free man and he was named Prefect. So now, all of his prankster-ish habits had to be curbed. Flirting was his only outlet for his enthusiastic personality. Well, flirting and flying. After a lap of the field he settled in front of the goal posts to wait for the first attempts and his mind drifted to a beautiful blonde Seeker that he would be seeing on the field this year.
Shaking those drifting, teasing images from his mind, he turned to focus on his teammates and securing his position before he imagined his future matches and Slytherin beauties. |
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Dolphina Oceanus rolled 10 10-sided dice:
10, 2, 10, 1, 10, 2, 3, 2, 1, 7
Total: 48 (10-100)
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 12:59 pm
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Cathryn Rose O'Malley 13 Years Old┽Third Year┽Ravenclaw┽Chaser┽Single
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Quaffle in hand, the red-headed Chaser zoomed toward the goal posts where the handsome Keeper lay in wait. Tossing the ball in her hands a few times to get re-used to it's feel, she called to Chase, giving him her best flirtatious smile, "Your fragile ego? If it's that weak, you may want to steer clear of me! Egos don't survive long around me!" Even before she finished her sentence she was off, heading toward the goal posts. Timing her shot, the Quaffle flew from her hands, flying towards the goal...
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Pathological Kisser rolled 10 10-sided dice:
7, 5, 1, 10, 6, 8, 9, 5, 9, 7
Total: 67 (10-100)
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 9:40 am
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Chase chuckled at Cat’s playful taunting. ”Stay away? Would be so cruel?” he asked in mock pain. This was the sort of exchange that he had missed. Verbal battles simply for the fun of it, overflowing with flirtatious undertones. Flying around the goal posts, he settled just in front of the center goal. He had spent his year, since before he had ever started at Hogwarts dreaming about Quidditch and practicing on his broom. Though he hadn’t always been so disciplined as he was now. Years of advanced flying had honed his practice. Of course, he wish that he could have had a few lessons with the new professor, the Bulgarian Ivan Dakier. From what Chase heard, he was near impossible to impress.
In any case, he studied various books on flying, coming up with his own practice routines. Even incorporating warm-up routines that maneuvers that he saw the professionals use. Reading and studying was a passion, flying was an escape. He had more than once thought of becoming a professional Quidditch player. THAT would really make his grandparents mad. But it sounded like the best job in the world to him. But these last few years, where he was forced to keep from interacting with others and forbidden from playing Quidditch had quieted those dreams. But, now, here on the pitch. He felt those old wishes reawakening.
This year was too busy, with OWLs approaching, to worry about the future yet. This summer would be important. But for now, his mind was totally on the Quaffle. As it should have been, since Cat was flying straight for the goal and throwing the pocked ball with great accuracy. Chase spun his broom and dove towards it’s path, his arm stretching out, striving to stop the goal…
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 10:33 am
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 4:45 pm
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Cathryn Rose O'Malley 13 Years Old┽Third Year┽Ravenclaw┽Chaser┽Single
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Thump went the Quaffle against Chase's hand. Cat shook her head. It was so unlike her to miss. Those many years of playing Quidditch with her friends... 'I'm normally such a good shot! It must be his good looks that are distracting me...' As he held the ball, she said in response to him, "If you're worried about your ego, then..." She didn't finish the sentence, and instead changed the subject. "So, what sort of food will it be? That way I can wear colors that the food matches. I'm not so graceful when it comes to eating." She really liked this handsome boy. He was playful, easy to joke with. Cat needed someone like that. She was a joker, someone who always took everything lightly. She loved their playful banter, and wished this moment could go on forever. Just her and Chase, practicing Quidditch, flirting playfully...
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Dolphina Oceanus rolled 10 10-sided dice:
7, 7, 9, 5, 8, 3, 7, 4, 6, 7
Total: 63 (10-100)
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 4:26 pm
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Cathryn Rose O'Malley 13 Years Old┽Third Year┽Ravenclaw┽Chaser┽Taken by Chase Balford
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Now, normally, people couldn't keep up with her fast-paced banter, but when Chase easily re-took the upper hand, Cat felt a rush of exhilaration. She admired how he handled the ball so easily, and felt a blush coming on as he responded so playfully. "If you can indeed show me invisible food, I may just have to match!" she said, her Irish lilt floating across the breeze. She laughed to show him she was joking, but shot him a flirtatious smile anyway. Then he shouted down to Woil, and she responded for him, "That's it? Only one pass? I haven't even shown you what I can do! That first one wasn't fair, you were distracting me." Leaning forward on her broom, she shot forward and snatched the Quaffle from his hand. Looping around him, she flew back out to her position, and quickly threw it at the goals, hoping to catch him off guard.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 4:43 pm
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