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Post by lukejasperdenmark on Apr 12, 2012 20:32:53 GMT
Today, Luke decided to do a little bit of training on his own. He wanted to try out for the Gryffindor Qudditch Team and nothing was going to stop him, not even the massive amounts of mud. He would show up at the try outs this week and totally wow James with his skill.
He was going to be a Keeper, just like his father had been. He'd grown up loving playing both Keeper and Chaser, but apparently the Chaser positions were all already taken, so Keeper was his second option. He took his flute necklace off and clasped it around one of the rails of the stands. He didn't want to keep it on his person, it wasn't allowed and it was dangerous. So, he put it somewhere he'd be able to keep an eye on it.
He couldn't use the quaffle since he was the only one out here, so instead he took a muggle football he'd managed to borrow from a student and was actually able to enchant it to fly and go through the goal posts. He smiled and mounted his broom, then kicked off and flew into the air.
He blocked the ball as it flew at him, using not only his hands, but also his body, using his large frame as a veritable wall to keep the ball from getting past him. He also threw in some pretty different moves as well. Such as when he flipped his broom end over end, one leg extended and with a loud grunt, he slammed his foot into it, driving the ball straight down to the ground. It stopped before it ever hit the mud however and flew back up to try to go through the goals again.
He spun his broom sideways, hitting it with an outstretched palm. The speed of his spin, coupled with the force of his blow sent the ball careening away and he gave a whoop. However, his magic wore off and as it flew away, it didn't show any signs of slowing down and it was heading for someone. "LOOK OUT!" He yelped in panic, his eyes wide.
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Post by BELLATRIX DRUELLA BLACK on Apr 13, 2012 23:52:23 GMT
Early afternoon found Bella Black heading down to the Quidditch pitch. It was mid-way through lunch, which meant the majority of the Hogwarts population was up at the castle in the Great Hall. And this also came with the advantage that there was only the occasional group of students scattered throughout the grounds.
It meant that not many students would see her heading down to the pitch. Not that she was planning on doing any flying of course. The last time Bella had picked up a broomstick was in her first year when the mandatory flying lessons were held. Even then, she had been unwilling to learn and just about as uncooperative as she possibly could have been. After all, her mother had always insisted that engaging in such reckless games like Quidditch, or even flying on a broomstick were not activities that were expected of a young Pureblood lady. And so she had never really bothered with learning how to fly. It wasn’t a skill she thought very highly of at all.
And this was at least a partial explanation as to why she wasn’t keen on anybody spotting her going down to the Quidditch pitch. The reason as to why she was heading down there was far more simple. A daily run had been scheduled into her plans for a few years now, and the Quidditch pitch provided a perfect track for her. It was a set distance, and by choosing a certain number of laps to complete, she had complete control of the situation. And if nothing else, Bellatrix Black needed to have control of every situation she found herself in. Whether it was simply a daily jog or something more interesting, like a group of Slytherins getting together to plan their next assault of Gryffindor house, she needed to be in control. Not knowing where a situation was heading made her uncomfortable, and did nothing for her already unpredictable temper.
Almost the second her foot touched the grass of the pitch, she heard a voice yell something. She looked up quickly, only to spot something hurtling towards her. She moved out of the way, and only just in time, the ball struck her shoulder as it went past, knocking her off balance slightly, but only for a few seconds. She turned slowly to face the person that had just yelled. “You have no idea how lucky you are that the ball didn’t actually hit me.” She spoke slowly and clearly, ensuring her voice would carry to whoever was on the broom. “Try anything like that again, and you won’t be playing Quidditch for weeks. Have I made myself quite clear?” Of course she would think that the ball hurtling towards her was not a simple accident. In Bella’s world, there was always someone out to get her.
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Post by lukejasperdenmark on Apr 14, 2012 0:56:09 GMT
Great. Of all the people....no....of all the monsters in the world to hit, it had be Bellatrix Black. She was acting like he'd meant to hit her! Hadn't he warned her? Rolling his eyes, he flew down and landed, heading toward her. He left the flute where it is, no need to draw attention to it by putting it back on.
"Yeah yeah you're the original badass." He scoffed, shaking his head as he put his broom over one shoulder. He looked down at her, and studied her for a moment, she didn't have a broom with her, he'd never seen her play Quidditch before, or even fly at all, so what she out here for?
"Look." He said firmly, "It was an accident okay? I was training to get on the team by myself. I enchanted the ball to fly toward the goals, but it wore off. I'm sorry." It killed him to apologize to Bellatrix of all people, but it was better to be safe than sorry around her. He also made it obvious with both his stance and his tone, that he only apologizing because he wanted to, not out of fear or anything of the sort.
"If you don't mind my asking, what are you doing here? You don't have a broom so you're not doing any flying." He asked and scratched lightly at the scar on his face. Her answer was a good one, but not one he'd expected of her. Did she enjoy running like he did? The idea of having anything in common with Bellatrix, even something so simple as a love for running annoyed him.
"Interesting." He said and turned, heading for the flute anyway and reaching out to take it. He would leave, just let he have the field. He'd be worried about hitting her with the ball or her hitting him with a spell just to annoy him if he was up in the air.
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Post by BELLATRIX DRUELLA BLACK on May 2, 2012 19:37:30 GMT
In all honesty, Bellatrix had barely been listening to the words coming out of Luke’s mouth. It was a habit she’d had all of her life, ignoring what people were saying and turning her attention back to her own thoughts. It seriously annoyed those around her, but it wasn’t like she cared about what people thought about her. But then the words ‘I’m sorry’ came out of his mouth and her attention snapped back to the present situation. She wasn’t used to being apologised to, at least, not so sincerely. An apology made to Bellatrix Black usually came in a rushed pleading tone after she’d continuously cursed them or threatened them.
The apology seemed to have an effect on his body language. It was at that moment she understood, he wasn’t actually apologising out of fear or nervousness. Well that didn’t sit well with the eldest Black daughter. She moved so her body language matched his. She stood up straight, and folded her arms across her chest, a position most would found terrifying. But somehow, Bella doubted it would have the same effect on Luke Denmark, he was just too much of a typical arrogant Gryffindor.
Her eyebrows raised a fraction of an inch as he questioned her intentions of being here. Was he actually questioning her? Who in their right mind would question Bellatrix Black? “I don’t believe that’s any of your business now is it Denmark?” Her tone was cold and harsh, a clear indication that she had not taken a liking to the sixth year.
She watched him curiously as he picked up some sort of flute. She shrugged it off; it wasn’t particularly interesting to her. But the fact that he was making movements to leave was very intriguing. Now that wasn’t much fun. And when dealing with a Gryffindor, there was only one way to make them do exactly as you wanted. “Going to leave are you Denmark? Going to run away from the big nasty Slytherin?” Her tone was incredibly patronising as if she was talking to a child. In Bella’s experience, talking like that to a Gryffindor always got their tempers flaring. And in this situation, she was hoping for exactly that.
OOC: Sorry it's taken me so long to reply!
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Post by lukejasperdenmark on May 2, 2012 20:43:04 GMT
"Alright alright. Seesh, don't get your knickers in a twist." Luke said, rolling his eyes, "I was trying to be conversational is all." boy would she ever win a Miss Bitch pageant or what? He sighed as he collected his things and then glanced over at Bellatrix.
"Probably." He said, turning and smiling at her, "But no. I'm not going to run away. I just thought you'd like the have the whole pitch to yourself since you know, you own it and everything." He said, his tone nothing but kind. Yeah the implication that he was a coward had really gotten on his nerves, but he wasn't going to let her know that. He was going to unnerve her in his own way, make sure she knew that he wasn't an easy target. "But if you want me to stay, I certainly will." He said smiling at her and then began stretching at his own pace, making it seem like he wasn't bothered at all.
As Bellatrix started to run on her own, Luke smiled and couldn't help but do something a little bit crazy. He was going to show Bellatrix that not only couldn't she push him around and frighten him, she also couldn't get her way. He was certain that everyone always let Bellatrix win out of fear of her wrath. He smiled and then called out, "You want to race?" and headed over to her, "I won't use any magic to cheat. We can make the race as long as you want or as short as you want." he was going to make this interesting, perhaps he was being a fool, perhaps he was letting his competitive nature get the better or him or perhaps, he was just looking for a way to knock Bellatrix Black down a few pegs. Either way, he was going to make sure he showed her, that he wasn't going to lie down and let her walk all over him like she probably expected him to. "Three laps around the field. He can start and finish here." He said, using his foot to draw a furrow in the ground.
Smiling, he dropped into a running stance, "What do you say we make this little race interesting?" He asked, "You can make the bet if you'd like. I'm not afraid. I'll carry out whatever it is." and then he added "Unless it goes against what I stand for." and then, the race started. He kept his own pace, conserving his energy and just keeping in stride with Bellatrix, it was obvious he was enjoying himself. He lived for any sort of competition and for him, this wasn't just about winning. It was about showing Bellatrix that she didn't run the school and everyone in it like she thought she did.
As they started their final lap, Luke had kept pace with Bellatrix the entire time but then he looked at her, wiggled his eyebrows and grinned "Bye." was all he said before he put on a burst of speed, blasting past her to leave her behind. His long blond hair fanned out behind him, as did the flute necklace he wore and he laughed lightly, enjoying it. As he passed over the finish line for the third time, he came to a slow stop, panting and laughing.
"I won!" He said happily, "Now....I think you owe me your end of the bet." this was going to be sweet.
Words: 575
Thoughts: Luke's an idiot.
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Post by BELLATRIX DRUELLA BLACK on May 12, 2012 20:46:17 GMT
Exactly as she had known he would, it seemed Luke had in fact decided to stay on the Quidditch Pitch. She had never doubted the outcome of the situation, Gryffindors were all the same. So easy to manipulate, all Bellatrix had to do was utter a few carefully chosen words and they would come running, eager to prove they were better than her. Which of course, they were not.
Rolling her eyes, she turned away from him and began to run. The sooner she could just concentrate on her running and ignore him, the better. But no, he had to follow her didn’t he? She turned round to glare at him, despite her earlier intentions to wind him up; her patience was growing thin with the sixth year Gryffindor.
Especially when he proposed a race. She stared at him blankly, not quite sure whether he was being serious, or he was using some sort of Gryffindor style humour she did not understand. A race? How old did he think they were? The last time Bellatrix had engaged in a race with someone, it was when she was seven years old and she had challenged her sisters to a race around the ballroom in the Black manor. Unsurprisingly, things had gotten a little competitive, and there had been a few injuries when the three girls ended up falling onto the marble ballroom floor. After a few furious words from the girl’s Mother, Bella had never engaged in such behaviour again.
And so she was quite content to just ignore Luke and continue with her running. Of course, it wasn’t the easiest task in the world. She had a sixteen year old Gryffindor running alongside her with a manic grin on his face, like he was having the time of his life. But it was not until the final lap that things changed. He suddenly put on a burst of speed and flew past her, reaching the finishing line before her. Well, for Bellatrix, that was the moment when it became a race. A race she had just lost.
He had done that on purpose. He had known all along that he would win, and yet he had still gone along with it. How dare he make a fool of her? Within seconds, Bellatrix had her wand pointed at him, her breathing increased, not only from overexertion, but from the anger that was running through her veins. “Impedimenta!” she screamed, sincerely hoping the spell would hit him. “Here’s a bit of a hint for you Denmark. Slytherins do not like to lose.”
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Post by lukejasperdenmark on May 14, 2012 14:39:57 GMT
Suddenly, he was tripped by the jinx Bellatrix had fired at him, but luckily his training kicked in and he was able to roll to break his fall and land on his feet. Turning, he casually looked at the girl as she snarled at him. This was it, he could either apologize and probably get away with a few less hexes or he could show her he wasn't afraid and get hexed to kingdom come.
"Well duh Black. Nobody actually likes to lose. That's why there's such a thing as competition. You know those Quidditch games? They aren't held for extra credit or to prove we can fly." He said as he drew his own wand from his pocket and tucked his necklace under his shirt collar. He didn't want it getting damaged or anything if there was a duel. He guessed there would be, this was Bellatrix Black after all and he'd just made her mad, not the best plan in the world.
He wasn't going to hurt her with any spells if he could avoid it, he'd just use a stunning spell or lock her arms and legs together or something. Bellatrix was the cruel one, Luke was just concerned with keeping himself from getting too hurt and getting out of there in one piece. "Look. Let's just share the pitch." He said, "I'm just going to be practicing on my own and you can do whatever it is you're going to do." he told her, "I won't hit you with the quaffle if I don't use it." he didn't really think she'd go for a compromise, at all but he was putting it out there.
The entire time he spoke, he was ready to dodge any spells she might send his way, he had plenty of room to move about and a few things he could hide behind if he had to. Such as the bleachers or even the posts, though they wouldn't provide much in the way of cover. He'd have to be ready to make a move, because he knew Bellatrix would probably make the first one either way.
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