Hogwarts (1982) #5

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Re: Hogwarts (1982) #5

Post by FlorenceRP » Wed Feb 07, 2018 3:02 am

"Only when you get that stick out of your ass." Milan murmured, trying not to look offended, and failing completely. While Hooch talked she slid out of Dylan's broom and into her Nimbus, determined to focus her mind on what she was best at: Quidditch. This is where Milan's abilities were. She was also great at getting curly hair to not look dry, but those tips would be on her future book of love, not on the field.

Hey eyes darted to Dylan as the boy flew towards the Quaffle, and she prepared to move to the scoring area. The usual rush of a game burst through her body, making her smile brightly.
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Re: Hogwarts (1982) #5

Post by Golden_ » Thu Feb 08, 2018 2:46 am

For some odd reason, the conversation Jackie had just engaged in with Chase, regarding everything good about the muggle movie series, was the most comfortable conversation she'd ever had with him - period. Was it really all that surprising though? Star Wars has especially fascinating for someone who grew up as a muggle, only to discover a world of literal magic, mystery, and making the impossible possible. So who knew, perhaps Kashyyyk and Yavin 4 were actual places? It was clear that her fascination with the movies trumped the bundle of nerves she usually felt when speaking to anyone, especially people like Chase. And for that, she was grateful.

Unsurprisingly, she had managed to lose track of time. The drawing was hardly complete, and as the boy had mentioned, the Quidditch game was about to start. Jackie slowed down her hand movements, though she didn't stop completely. "Oh, well you go on then. Easier to find one empty spot than two," she replied, trying to come across as relatively cheerful. It was rather hard though, as she adored Quidditch and would love to go watch the game. Just not with him. Alone. Although she wouldn't be alone with him now would she?

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Even Flora knew he was screwed. Bloody hell. She could've at least tried to make him feel a little bit better...no? Regardless, all he could do was hope that Flora really did pray to some mystical, all-powerful being who could lend him a droplet of luck. Or better yet, mercy. What was better? Facing a pissed of girlfriend or running into the Grimm in the Forbidden Forest. Debatable.

These were the heartwarming thoughts Tobias was left with while he waited for his hunting crew to gather. Once the squad was assembled, clad in their winter gear, armed with garlic and muggle inventions, the time came to get crackalackin. With Raj's confirmation, they were off, beginning the long, torturous march to their impending deaths. Ahem, to justice!
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Re: Hogwarts (1982) #5

Post by [Subdue] » Thu Feb 08, 2018 2:07 pm

The smaller Hufflepuff girl soon realized she was slowly zoning out, snapping out of the small trance as she looked at the field. Her eyes wandered the area before heading over to the entrance, walking inside the talkative stadium. She glanced over to her house before smiling, walking over to an empty seat that was practally calling her name. The blue eyes of the young female beamed a bit more as she looked, since the game was staring soon. Emma loved coming to the matches, she didn’t care to play in them, but she sure loved watching.

The girl glanced over at the other members of the house that she knew, from Dirk to Beatrice. Some other she knew but she knew them the most. She didn’t know them fully, but she had talked to them once. Her eyes glanced back at the field before smiling, watching for a second more as she laid back.

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Milo on the other hand was already at the field, sitting down as he glanced at the other members of his house. He fixed his glasses before smiling a bit more, running a hand though his hair as he fixed his beanie. He didn’t mind coming to the games, he really liked watching and seeing both teams playing, it was like football for Muggles. He smiled a second more before looking back at his hand, wishing he had a book to read. As much as he liked the games, he liked to multitask as well.

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Re: Hogwarts (1982) #5

Post by databaseoverload » Fri Feb 09, 2018 1:03 pm

Jake really isn’t a sports guy, but he will go to games to support his friends. If Dirk hadn’t been on the team, he would only go to hufflepuff games, which would be nice right now since it’s so god damn cold. Once he made it to the field, he noticed a few friends. Mainly Emma. He didn’t know any of the others that well, so she seemed like the obvious choice to sit next to.

“Hi Emma,” Jake said after sitting down. He had noticed she seemed a little distracted today, but he didn’t think much of it.
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Re: Hogwarts (1982) #5

Post by Firex » Fri Feb 09, 2018 1:08 pm

"Good," Blade answered in the same dry tone, but it was probably too quiet in amongst the other sounds of the pitch for Beatrice to hear. As soon as the balls were released, he flew up into the air to get a better vantage point to see both the snitch and the game. As a seeker, he found it easy to analyse his team's playing, since he wasn't heavily involved in the action unless he wanted to be, but was also fun to really get involved, and annoying John today was definitely on his to-do list. Since he was feeling overconfident, Blade got ready to have some fun whilst waiting for the snitch to reappear.

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Re: Hogwarts (1982) #5

Post by Tr0llz0r » Fri Feb 09, 2018 3:49 pm

The siblings took their seats, and as the game began they cheered on the Hufflepuffs. Norn watched the skies, hoping to spot the Snitch even though he couldn’t do anything about it. While his attention was elsewhere, a Bludger was hit a little too hard and flew over their heads, causing them to duck. “This seems like it’ll be a good match today...” Norn said as he opened his book while his sister cheered as loud as possible.
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Re: Hogwarts (1982) #5

Post by Octavia » Fri Feb 09, 2018 7:57 pm

As Tamara arrived at the Quidditch game, she realized that her Gryffindor friends would most likely not be present. It’s a game between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, so the Gryffindors wouldn’t pay much attention. As the girl arrived at the stands, she spotted someone else sitting alone. Perfect, she would sit with this guy.

He looked.. new? She had never seen him before in her life. It must have been the new student everyone was talking about! The Gryffindor didn’t make it to breakfast that day, because she couldn’t find her glasses, so she had never seen him before that.

“Hey!” She smiled and sat down. “I’m Tamara, mind if I sit here?” The boy wore Ravenclaw robes, which meant he was watching his new house play quidditch for the first time. How exciting!

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Flora didn’t stop to look for anyone as she walked along with two of her housemates and a Gryffindor, because she wanted to get to her destination fast. Hopefully she’d be missing a boring Quidditch game. If there was some kind of tricky play or crazy point scoring, she’d be disappointed that she missed it.

However, the fact that she could die today was more on her mind than a game of American football in the sky. What would happen? Would there be a funeral for her? Who would cry? Thoughts ran through her head, and she tried to stay focused on the task. Find our who killed the centaur. Kill who killed the centaur. Run. With a deep breath, they walked outside together and readied themselves for anything.
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Re: Hogwarts (1982) #5

Post by Golden_ » Sat Feb 10, 2018 1:49 pm

By the time Vincent had managed to climb up onto the snow-slicked bleachers to find a underwhelming (and relatively shitty) spot, his patience and will to stay outdoors was running impossibly thin. Not only was he just about frozen solid, but his usually daper hair was decorated with tiny flecks of white powder - not the good kind.

Anyways, while he stuffed his bare hands beneath his armpits in an attempt to warm them, and grumbling something completely incoherent beneath his breath, a girl showed up. One that wore red and yellow. Crap, he couldn't remember which house that was. He'd met someone in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin... but the other?

This Tamara girl didn't give him much of an option to object - not that he would object. At this point, he was still looking for some acquaintances. So, being the good boy that he was, Vince smiled warmly, despite the cold, and nodded in response to her question. Not that it'd make much of a difference anyways.

"Not at all. I'm Vincent."
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Re: Hogwarts (1982) #5

Post by AeronGrey » Sat Feb 10, 2018 8:18 pm

Bran walked back to his office with his brows furrowed, exactly like they had looked when he was pretending to concentrate for the reading. It was all he could think about. The first two cards made enough sense to him, but what could the third mean? Was he truly going to meet his end falling off a tower? Well, it's a good thing he didn't live in a huge castle with dozens of towers. Oh wait, that's right, he does.

Why had the blasted reading even worked? Not that he knew for sure that it had. Maybe the whole thing was just random cards and the old bat was just a loony, but convincing, actor. Although this would have been a convenient explanation, Bran knew it was the more unlikely possibility.

When he made it to his tower office, the irony not being lost on him, he went straight for his hidden stash in the little black bag on his desk. He pulled out a lollipop and began sucking on it as he dropped into his comfortable chair. Racort began searching his desk for something to read to distract him from the day's events.

Ironically, what caught his eye was a teacher's newsletter outlining the day's events. Apparently, there was a quidditch match that was going on right now. His eyes glanced over the team rosters and one name in particular jumped out at him. "Dirk Morte." The boy who had failed to show up for detention. Prof. Racort immediately took up a quill and began penning a letter, having finally found something with which to distract himself.
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Re: Hogwarts (1982) #5

Post by FlorenceRP » Sun Feb 11, 2018 1:43 am

I'm not ready. Nick realized as his eyes followed the darker outline of the forest ahead. Not that one can be too ready for something like this. At least I know dad is happy. But will he be happy if I die?"

He tried to forcefully push those thoughts away, but it didn't work, so instead he turned his eyes to his companions. Did he have enough supplies for them all? Yes, and if he counted himself out they would have... no, he shouldn't count himself out. But how could he stand to lose any of them? Flora was perfect, Raj was honest and kind, Tobias was probably the coolest guy he ever saw in his life. What if he-

"We stick together, right?" Nick took some solace in the fact that his voice didn't even tremble as much as he thought it would.

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Milan could hear her heart beating loud in her ears as she darted across the field, not stopping to see if her Quaffle would pass through the keeper. Playing Quidditch felt like being alive. It felt like happiness. But the game was too wild for her to focus on anything else, so she only allowed herself one second to look at the crowd watching them. And then another second to feel disappointment over the fact that Raj wasn't there.

Dylan's broom passed through her, and then the moment was over, and the game was the only thing that mattered.
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