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Post by fauna on Jul 7, 2012 1:33:30 GMT
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[/div] tearing love apart, Fauna strutted her stuff in her quidditch uniform. She knew how to own pretty much every outfit that she owned. There was no one on the pitch, just the way she liked it. She had just gone out of practice, and her hair was damp due to the shower she had just taken. She held her broom in one hand and the other just rested on her hip. The hip with the hand cocked out to the side slightly. Looking around, she took in the scene. She couldn't remember just how the pitch looked before she was a part of it. She didn't like going to watch other games that she wasn't a part of. It either got her hopes up and a big head, or it made her feel like her team was going to do. She didn't like any of that, so she just sat in her room while everyone else was at the quidditch games. It was nice alone time away from everyone, since anyone who was anyone attended quidditch games, even if your team wasn't playing. So Fauna would just roam by herself, in hopes that she could just have time to herself. Or if she was dating someone at the time, she would probably ask them to skip a game or two to uh... Get busy.
She put the broom down and just went to the middle of the pitch and laid down. Of course she looked strange. No one in their right mind just sat in the middle of the pitch, nevermind laying down. People were always above it, always to the sides, but it was a perfect. The way it looked, the way it felt to just sit in the grass. She liked being able to see the pitch from a different view, and she liked being able to just relax after a long day of practice. She could hear footsteps behind her. Not really, but the twig cracking in that distinct sound of someone stepping on it made her know that someone was there. "Hello?" she said, not turning to see if anyone was there actually, "If you would like to join me, you are welcome. She subconsciously grabbed her broom and pulled it closer. Her broom was her baby and she'd be very upset if she lost it. She let one hand rest on her stomach while the other was clenched around the broom, not wanting to let it go at all. She turned a little to see who the person was that was standing in the distance.
She didn't recognize him. Someone from a different house probably, not in her year. He was cute, someone that she enjoyed looking at. She smiled to herself. This was going to be fun. He looked naive enough to fall for the veela in her. It was definitely someone she could possibly have fun with, which was always what she was looking for. She hoped that she could toy with this boy's heartstrings, which was her favorite thing to do. A smirk was there and then gone on her face as she patted the grass next to her, not even looking at him. 529 words, wearing her quidditch uniform, for alexander mclaggen
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Post by alexander on Jul 8, 2012 15:07:22 GMT
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That was why he'd hiked out to the pitch that morning, cool morning air blowing back his hair and doing a great job at waking his sleepy ass up. Alex had got up before noon especially for the occasion....he didn't get nearly enough sleep during the week, so usually he used his weekends to catch up. Quidditch was the one thing he could get up for. Like all the detentions and 'little talks' with teachers, it was a distraction. It kept his mind off of things he didn't want to think about, and so, he looked forward to it. The adrenaline rush helped, too. Flying was one of those uncertain little things that Alex loved - if you fell off your broom, it was always a mystery whether it would come back around to catch you or you would just plummet to your near-death and end up in a full-body cast in the hospital wing. It was that feeling that Alex loved, the thrill mixed with the fear. It was that feeling in particular that he focused on while playing, because it was one of the few times that he truly felt happy.
It was so early that Alex had almost been positive that he would be all alone, but that turned out not to be true. The faint shadow of someone he didn't recognize was visible meters away from the pitch. He would have had enough time to turn around, had he not stepped on a twig and alerted the stranger to his presence. "Hello?" She turned, and the morning sunrise illuminated part of her face. She was dark-haired, with delicate features and something about the way she carried herself that made her seem older; more mature. Alex felt his heart start pounding faster than he could process. She was pretty. Very pretty. Pretty girls were Alex's one weakness - the one thing that made him naive enough to fall for traps and tricks and lying and trust in people. Something about her told him he should walk away and just forget about Quidditch for today. She even looked like the type of girl who would hurt him....but yet again, everyone looked like that to Alex. Hurt could come from the most unexpected places.
"Um, hey!" Alex called out, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. He didn't step out of the shadows just yet, maybe because he could already tell that she could see him anyways. The way she looked him over made him nervous, although he wasn't sure if it was good nervous or bad nervous just yet. He supposed there was only one way to find out. Alex wasn't big on putting faith in other people, but he guessed a chance couldn't hurt...and it meant he could keep looking at her. "Need a partner? What position do you play?" template by moi |
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Post by fauna on Jul 11, 2012 15:01:28 GMT
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[/div] tearing love apart, The black haired girl picked up her broom and sat up. She noticed that he had talked to her, and she got up and walked over to him. He was a beater for the Hufflepuff team. She knew he was. His name was mysterious to Fauna, but other than that, she knew about him. He was a pretty good beater, but she had never been thrown off course by him. She considered herself the best chaser on the team, so there was no way she was going to let a beater get anywhere close to her with their stupid bludgers. She was good at what she did, and that's why Ravenclaw got so many points in matches. She believed it was all her, and there was not really anyone else that could do it better than she could. She believed, as well, that the seeker got them a lot of points, but most of the points were from her, and that was that. She wouldn't let anyone convince her otherwise. Her face lit up when she realized exactly how cute he was. She could have fun with this one. Blonde hair, cute face, definitely younger than she was. Yes, this one would be a lot of fun. And she was going to milk everything she could get out of him.
Her charm instantly turned on inside of her. Although it didn't work with everyone, it did work with a lot of people. "Well, I'm a chaser. And I know that you're a beater. So..." she let the dirty thoughts drift off in her head. She couldn't help it. The want of this boy made her turn crazy, and she would take him if she could help it. "Unless you want to play keeper or have me play beater. I don't think there's anyway we could pair up." Not that I'd suggest now anyway. She pushed aside the thoughts in her head to keep her eye contact on him. She really just wanted to grab him, and kiss him, and show him a good time. All in due time though, she would have him. She would make sure of that. She let her hand touch his arm. "I'm sure you'd make a great keeper though," she said, lacing sex appeal in her voice. Her inner veela was lacing herself in her voice. And it was in her appearance too. Making her irresistible. She would have him. She needed him.
She showed him a single finger, telling him to wait a second. She went off for a second, and returned with a quaffle. She mounted her broom and kicked off into the air. "Are you going to join me?" she asked while throwing the quaffle up in the air, not too high, and letting it fall back down to catch it. She hoped he would, spending more time with him would get him to trust her, and that's what she needed. His trust. It was like gold when it came to the kinds of relationships that Fauna put out for people. And if she didn't have it, then all of the work she was willing to put in would be a waste of her time, and she hated it when her time was wasted. She kept throwing the quaffle up, catching it every time. She stopped before she could drop it, tucking underneath her right arm, her left arm still firmly holding the broom that was keeping her airborne. She was ready, and she hoped he was too. 586 words, wearing her quidditch uniform, for alexander mclaggen
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Post by alexander on Jul 14, 2012 0:03:59 GMT
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Game. There were other games that Alex wasn’t so fond of – games that this girl had been rumored to play quite often. Fauna. That was her name. Details were fuzzy – age, year, sexual history…most of the important stuff, although that last bit wasn’t too hard to guess from the rumors that had gone around about this girl. His thinking was too clouded to care, though. He was already coming down with it – the love bug. The one disease with the capability to shake his hard exterior. Corrupting an innocent fifth year was obviously not above this Fauna, seeing as he could already feel himself being pulled onto the playing field – literally. When she asked if he would join her, he didn’t see how he could not. Alex, Alex, Alex – so naïve in love. He didn’t know a thing about love, but he believed in it, and he believed in it at first sight. Maybe it was some kind of sadistic witchcraft – a long-forgotten spell, or perhaps a love potion slipped into the orange juice he’d snagged from the kitchen this morning after his early wake – or some secret power that this girl had, but he was already beginning to question himself. He questioned everything he was doing, almost at once – I shouldn’t walk like this, should I? I should stand up straight. She’s already taller than me. My hair looks awful. Maybe I should have combed it this morning. Did I remember to bathe? I meant to do it tonight, didn’t I? I hope I don’t smell…
Subconsciously reaching up to muss the strategically-messy ginger locks on top of his head, Alex groped around for the right words to accept Fauna’s invitation. “I’ve never attempted – er, tried. I mean, tried. I’ve never tried to play keeper before-” He could already feel himself going short of breath, even though he hadn’t flown at all yet or even warmed up. “-but I suppose it’s worth a try.” If I get to play in the company of a lovely lady such as yourself. The inner Romeo in him had plenty of lines like this, but this was the sort of thing Alex kept to himself with. He was so used to people staring and whispering and judging him on so many things that he really didn’t care anymore, but love had a way of pulling him loose and making him fall apart so that he questioned everything, down to the very essence of his being. Alex was already using the word ‘love’ even though he knew practically nothing about this girl – his knowledge being limited to her name, her position on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, and some rather, erm, vulgar rumors he thought best not to think about, being an easily-aroused teenage male and trying to impress a pretty girl.
Fauna was already up in the air, flying in circles around him. She was an excellent flyer – no doubt the type of girl who had instinctively known her way around a broomstick from her very first flying lesson. Alex had been a clumsy flyer at first; it had taken him years of practice before building up the finesse required to be a skilled Quidditch player. Lucky for him, his dear old uncle – a professional Quidditch player and an all-around good-hearted man - had given him his first broomstick at the young age of seven, so he’d had plenty of time to get accustomed to the feeling of flying before joining the team in his second year at Hogwarts. His uncle had been a professional Quidditch player, actually – a beater. His untimely death had been what inspired Alex to take on the same position. His poor Uncle Carlisle – bless his soul. Funny how awful things always seemed to happen to the people Alex loved.
Rolling his shoulders, Alex mounted his broomstick and kicked off into the air like it was nothing, flying a speedy lap around the outer edge of the pitch to warm up before settling in above the goal posts. Keeper was an uncomfortable position for him – it seemed dreadful, to be stuck in one spot forced to watch everyone else wrestling over the Quaffle or smacking the bejeezus out of some bludgers and having the time of their lives while they hardly ever had anything to do, especially not in a non-professional setting like the Hogwarts school league. Alex was used to maneuvering through the chaos rather than hanging back, going wherever the bludgers went and always aware of everything – where the bludgers were, where his fellow beater was, where the other team’s beaters were, where his target was, where he was flying. It was the one kind of chaos that Alex functioned well in, rather than the type that made him crumble.
Impressing a girl, however – that was the kind of pressure that ruined him. His palms sweating a bit, Alex tried to simultaneously get his bearings while thinking of the right things to say. Eventually he settled on a simple call of, “Ready?” to Fauna across the pitch. As a second thought, he added, “Oh, and I’m Alex, by the way!” template by moi |
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