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Post by sugarnangel on Aug 21, 2007 0:01:36 GMT -5
A small figure appeared, standing alone in the middle of the Quidditch field, a broom laying on the ground right beside her as she examined the sky, staring up at the puffy white clouds moving by, so slowly. Finally she looked down to the broom, and ordered a quiet, "Up!" The broom came up immediately to her hand and in a second she'd jumped onto the Nimbus Two Thousand, going for a ride. Faded jeans hugged her hips, showing them off, a white tank top blowing in the breeze as she rose. You could just make out a wand sticking from her right pocket in her jeans, oak with a single unicorn hair...
Sighing to herself, the girl rose even higher, until she was above the grandstands surrounding the field. Megan, as her name was, began to fly around, directing the broom this way and that, pretending as if she was chasing a snitch or something. It had been her dream to become a seeker for Hufflepuff, but she'd never had the guts to try out. Despite her social personality, she'd never been good at auditioning for things. Sighing once more she sped up, a smile slowly coming upon her delicate face, decorating it.
And the snitch! There it is! She could practically hear the words being called out for the match, her imagination taking over. Wood swoops into the dive! She's spotted it, she's going after it! She's inches away... Reaches out to grab it... WOOD HAS THE SNITCH!
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Meg dived to the ground, landed gently, and dismounted the Nimbus Two Thousand. Looking around the field once more she sat down, the broom on the ground as her thoughts carried her away to another place. |
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Aug 21, 2007 1:30:52 GMT -5
Alessandro sat high up on the Ravenclaw bleachers with his books and bag strewn around him. He had been intimately reading up on Tom Riddle and Lord Voldemort again. He knew it was a frowned upon subject, which is the reason he chose the quidditch pitch for some solitude. He was just musing over the debate on whether Tom Riddle and Lord Voldemort were alter-ego's, split personalities that lay within the idividual that was born Tom Riddle, when he noticed someone come onto the field. He was quite far away so he couldn't pick out the details, but from what he gathered, she was a a little bit older than he was, shorter though. She had light brown hair that flowed nicely in the wind as he watched her rise up on her broom. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top. He nodded to himself as if he was approving her choice of clothing, seeing as most students just wear their uniform and wear their muggle clothes whenever they didn't have class. She must have been out for the day.
He snorted to himself as he let a smidge of a rude observation cut through him. He recognized the make and model of her broom and realized it to be a nimbus2000. He wondered why she would be riding on such a vintage broom, after all, they were around 20 years obsolete. He smiled and shook his head as he looked back down at his book. After another five minutes he looked up as she zipped around the field. She looked as if she was having a great time. He himself had never played quidditch before, but was eager to try out just for fun. He wondered when they would be hosted.
She was quite good on a broom, probably seeker worthy, although he didn't really know that, but he observed she was good none-the-less.
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Post by sugarnangel on Aug 21, 2007 11:25:34 GMT -5
Megan smiled to herself, giving a small smile. She looked around the field, empty. Grandstands... Empty. Sighing she jumped onto the Nimbus Two Thousand once more. Thoughts came back to her as she remembered how she'd come to recieve the Nimbus Two Thousand in the first place.
It was her thirteenth birthday. Her parents had sent her a few presents to her while she was at Hogwarts: A scarf, a pair of earrings and a necklace, and a broom - a Potter Flight, a relatively new one, which she charished and took amazing care of. But a few days afterwards, she got another package. There was no name of the person who'd sent it on the package, so she didn't open it until she got back to her room. Amazingly, it was an old broom she'd heard about: The Nimbus Two Thousand. For weeks she tried to figure out who'd sent it, but she never found anyone.
Her expression became that of wonderment, a thinking gaze as she hovered on her broom, just feet above the ground. She'd decided to use the Nimbus Two Thousand today, though it seemed like it was under-accesorised, she always had that feeling of naturality on it. And though it seemed slow compared to current brooms, she didn't mind. As long as it was something she could practice on, she was fine.
Finally flying higher into the air, Megan circled the grandstands, pretending, maybe, to be searching for a snitch. But her eyes caught on something else, a boy, high up in the grandstands, but there all right. Curiousity overtook her, and slowly she lowered until she could get off the broom, in the row of the grandstands where the boy was.
"Hello." she said simply, placing a smile on her face. Glancing down at the book in his hands, her eyes widened, and she took a seat next to him. "Voldemort and Tom Riddle... Great subject, I must say. One I particularly would love to do research on... Oh, I am Megan, Megan Wood. May I ask what your name is?" All ready she was striking up a conversation with this boy, though she knew him not. |
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Post by thomas on Aug 21, 2007 16:00:49 GMT -5
Thomas had decided that his flying skills were lacking slightly. He hadn't flown for a year or two now and he had the feeling that flying was not the same as horse riding. This meant that he was now going to sacrifice more study time to keep in practice. If it weren't for his memory then Thomas wouldn't have even considered this. He was probably going to scrape through anyway as he wasn't all that good at practical applications of magic. Besides, what use was magic if he wanted to run a cattle station?
When he reached the Quidditch field, Thomas noticed that there was only two people. He couldn't make out who they mere, but it didn't matter. Two people were better than three and there was less chance that anything that went wrong would be spread around the school.
"Up."
Nothing happened. Thomas spoke louder.
"Up."
Nothing happened. This time he yelled.
"Git up you lazy mongrel!"
Things seemed to work better this time. The broom rushed into his hand 'accidentally' pushing it up and nearly snapping his shoulder. Glaring suspiciously at the broom, Thomas mounted it and started to fly. When eh was about two metres above the ground there was a gust of wind and Thomas had to hold onto his broom for dear life. The gust increased and Thomas fell, his broom coming down on top if him.
"Why me?"
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Post by sugarnangel on Aug 21, 2007 16:39:08 GMT -5
Megan had been about to say more when she heard a yell, coming from the field. Immediately her head turned sharply, looking around for a moment until she caught the figure who'd yelled, a boy... She seemed to recognize him, but were was he from?
"Excuse me." she said politely, giving a smile to the boy and quickly going through the procedure to mount her broom before zipping off to the field, watching as she neared him at his futile attempts to ride, chuckling quietly to herself. Finally she landed, looking down at him. He looked about a year younger than her, and now she realized why she recognized him - he was a fellow Hufflepuff, a year younger than her.
Chuckling, she reached out a delicate hand. "Need some help?" she asked tenderly, her english coated with a russian accent. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Aug 21, 2007 23:39:25 GMT -5
He had been absorbed back into his learnings of Tom Riddle. He was tracing back the family tree to the Gaunts. It appeared they were somewhat less than admirable, but pure-bloods none-the-less. He read that one of the famous Horcruxes that Voldemort had created was an heirloom ring that depicted the serpetine 'S' of Salazar Slytherin. He was horrified, yet captivated as he read how Tom sought out the gaunts, imperiused Morfin, his uncle, and murdered his parents and had his uncle take the blame, forcing him to be doomed to an unsavory end at Azkaban.
His thoughts were broken when the girl on the broom had made her way over to him and said "Hello." He was shocked that she had seemed more interested in learning about Voldemort and Riddle, than chastising him for having an interest in such a subject. Maybe he wasn't the only one intrigued on the topic of the dark lord. She asked for his name, and having just been made fun of for introducing himself by his full name, he decided to just give the first and last. He gave her a weak smile as he introduced himself. "I'm Alessandro Darko. It's a pleasure to meet you Megan." He smiled at her. He was just about to say something else when something caught her attention and she cut him off.
A boy seemed to have fallen onto the field, broom mounting him, instead of the other way around. Well thats certainly not the proper way to ride a broom... He thought with a smile. She excused herself and took off to help him as he went back to his reading. He began to hum to himself as he read.
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Post by thomas on Aug 22, 2007 1:05:12 GMT -5
"Need some help?"
Thomas had been absorbed in trying to get his breath back and hadn't noticed the short, rather attractive girl walking towards him. Taking a deep breath, he shook the offered hand, even though he knew it wasn't being offered for that purpose and struggled to sit up. He hated making a fool of himself and hated doing it in front of girls. Still, at least this one wasn't being all giggly and unhelpful. In fact, she seemed to be concerned about him.
"Thanks. I haven't ridden a broom in a year or two and I'd almost forgotten how to do it."
Glaring at his broom, Thomas stood up and jumped to avoid the grass snake that had just attempted to bite him. This was strange as he had recollection of tossing any snake around here and so it technically shouldn't be so angry with him. Without knowing it, Thomas spoke out loud to the snake.
"Why pick on me?"
Jumping to avoid the snake's second attack, Thomas aimed his wand at it and idly said,
"Petrificus Totalus."
The snake straightened and lay on the ground. Thomas turned to the newcomer and held out his hand.
"Thomas Evans."
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Post by sugarnangel on Aug 22, 2007 13:16:51 GMT -5
Alessandro Darko...
The thought passed through her mind for the second as she recalled the boy's name up in the grandstands. She couldn't help but wonder to herself who he was...
Megan chuckled as he shook her hand, rather than using it to help himself up. "Perfectly understandable." she commented after his explanation. She watched silently, looking at the snake with curiousity in her eyes. But when the snake was petrified, she looked back to the boy, who'd held out his hand. "Megan Wood." she replied, shaking his hand in return. "You're Hufflepuff, aren't you? ...Me, well, I am, been so for six years now..."
She paused, casting a glance up to the place in the grandstands where Alessandro was sitting. She felt bad leaving him, after she'd just introduced herself. [/color][/size] |
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Post by thomas on Aug 23, 2007 1:39:39 GMT -5
Thomas nodded as the girl returned his hand shake. It was good to know people's names.
"Yeah, I've been in Hufflepuff five years now."
Noticing that Megan looked towards the grandstand, Thomas followed her line of gaze and squinted as he tried to make out who was there. He wasn't quite sure, but it seemed that the person was Alessandro. Thomas had met him before and was reasonably sure that he wouldn't be telling everyone of Thomas' practices. Sighing as he looked at the broom, Thomas said in a slightly mournful tone,
"I suppose that riding a broom has one thing in common with horse riding. If you fall off, you need to get back on."
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Aug 23, 2007 1:50:26 GMT -5
Alessandro had just about wrapped up his private study session in the Ravenclaw grandstands. He had learned loads of information about Voldemort and Tom Riddle's life prior to his self proclaimed lordship. He smiled as he looked out onto the field as Megan seemed to be helping the boy. He squinted his eyes hard as if to ameliorate his vision. Ahhh, that'll be Thomas... He thought as he remembered meeting the boy the other day down by the lake as he lay there with Wysteria, Keaira, and Thomas, just trying to point out shapes in the clouds.
He closed his book and slid it into his side bag. He carried a lot of books with him, so he had to reduce the size of most of the things he carried. He pointed his wand at the rest of his books and mumbled the spell to reduce size. They shrank instantaneously and he picked them up in his hand and shoved them into his bag.
He took the parchment he had addressed to Keaira and pocketed it. So much for small talk... He shrugged as he stood and made his way to the exit stairs to descent to the ground level. Megan had shown a spark of interest upon seeing the books he was reading. It made him feel much less a creep for wanting to learn about such an unsavory figure.
He figured he would see her around, as he did with everybody else. After once meeting, people always seemed to rebound back to him for a second or third meeting purely by happenstance.
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Post by sugarnangel on Aug 24, 2007 10:24:35 GMT -5
She nodded as he spoke, still smiling a tad. "That's awesome..." She cast one more glance up to the grandstands, looking for Alessandro. But he wasn't there. A confused look on her face, she looked around continuously.
Finally she spotted him, making his way out of the grandstands. She gave a small sigh to herself and looked back to Thomas. She felt bad that she hadn't been able to finish up their conversation, but she reckoned she'd meet up with him again soon.
She chuckled at his last phrase. "You've got that ri-" she was cut off by a sudden parcel landing in her lap. Looking up she saw an owl, a small one, but an owl no doubt.
Instantly she tore open the parchment and skimmed the words. Giving a groan, she rolled her eyes. "Guess I better go... I'll see you around, Thomas." she said with a shrug before running off. For now no one was allowed on the grounds. Curiousity lingered all over her expressoin as she ran back to the castle, though not before grabbing her bag from the stands and throwing her black cloak over her muggle clothes, then, using a shrinking spell on her broom, sticking the Nimbus Two Thousand back into the bag. [/color][/size] |
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