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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:28 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:43 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 11:02 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 11:14 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:08 pm
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✦ Despite the lies that you're making, your love is mine for the taking. ✦ ✦ My love is just waiting to turn your tears to roses. ✦✦ I will be the one that's gonna find you. I will be the one that's gonna guide you. ✦ ✦ My love is a burning, consuming fire. ✦
Chance climbed into the stands, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He couldn't believe that he had made the Reserve team instead of the Starting team. He should be out on the Pitch right now, not that Night kid. What did that boy do that he didn't? In tryouts, all he did was try to save that First Year Chaser, whatshisname, while Verily and Night aimed at him. Maybe that's what Chase wanted? Did he want Beaters that went for the direct strike instead of ones that sacrificed their own safety to help someone else? Well, Night made the Starting team, so that was obviously what his Captain wanted in a Beater. Fine. Next time, he wouldn't try to save his teammates. He would just let them get hit, and sit by and watch as the Bludger smashed into their bodies. What did he care? None of them were his friends anyways. He had no reason to try to save them. Chance shuffled his feet through the crowd of students, spotting a head of white hair and the gleam of brilliant red eyes. The teen smiled. Jaslyn. She always made him feel better. But... who was that with her? Wasn't that the Gryffindor Keeper-- no. He had been promoted, hadn't he? He was a Beater now, and the Vice Captain of the Gryffindor team. But those were tiny details. What was he doing with his Jaslyn? Were they... friends? The boy blinked, glaring icy daggers at this boy, Jacob. He tried to calm down, not wanting to overreact. What if they were just friends, having a chat?... He had better investigate. "Hi Jaslyn. And hello, Jacob isn't it? I don't believe we've ever spoken in person before. My name is Chance Carlson." The redhead sat next to his girlfriend, watching the Gryffindor boy curiously. He had to stop overreacting. This was nothing. Just two friends (well, now three) watching a Quidditch match together. He didn't need to worry about anything... right?
✦ No, you'll never be alone. ✦ ✦ When darkness comes, I'll light the night with stars. ✦ ✦ Hear the whispers in the dark. ✦
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 4:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 8:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 10:42 pm
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CLAIRExx HALL 3ʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀxx*xxʜᴜғғʟᴇᴘᴜғғ
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Attire: [x] xxMood: Dizzy xxxxLocation: Quidditch Stands xxxxxxCompanions: Spectators The game was going so fast... for Claire and her untrained eye, the young Hufflepuff didn't seem to know just what to be focusing on. Students flew past on their brooms, and Claire cheered for them all the same, though she was almost certain that on more than one occasion she'd accidentally cheered for the wrong team. All she could think about was the fact that this game was definitely not for her. There was so much going on all at once... too much to keep track of, and with all the factors considered it just seemed too hard.
When the snitch had finally been caught, Claire found herself rising to her feet, cheering for her house team. "We won?!" She asked in confusion, turning to the stranger beside her who was cheering as well. When the student nodded, Claire cheered even louder. "WHAT! We won!!" Claire felt a sense of pride welling up inside her. Sure, she still didn't get the game, but either way the Hufflepuff team had caught that little gold thing they called a 'snitch' and for that, they won.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 11:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 11:31 pm
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Robin 'Theo' Gibbs
Eleven year old Football Prodigy
House: Gryffindor{|}Football Club: TBA{|}First Year
"Nice to meet you Chloe," he said to her, smiling and waving. He watched the game and just as quickly as he turned his head, it seemed like three minutes later, the seeker caught the snitch. "Wait, is that it? Well that game wasn't fun to watch. I really didn't even watch anything," he said aloud, laughing a bit. "And this is why I'm going to stick to football," he said to Leo and whomever heard. It was the truth. "Well the fact that I am bad at this game helps too." He laughed a bit about that fact. Why? Because it was the truth of course.
I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 3:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 3:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 11:55 pm
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Robin 'Theo' Gibbs
Eleven year old Football Prodigy
House: Gryffindor{|}Football Club: TBA{|}First Year
Theo watched as his comment drew some attention, which at the time was not the point, but it gave something for them to talk about. So, he rolled on that. "I guess I could give it another try once I actually learn how to play this support. But I still am not as good as I want to be. I'm certainly not used to that feeling..." he said to them, shaking his head. It was the god's honest truth. In football, he was one of the best...n the world. He knew that when he was drawing comparisons to Christiano Ronaldo, one of the legends of football, he was on the right track. Someday he was going to meet his hero and he was going to take the reins from him as one of the best players to ever walk into the game.
"That's awesome! What position do you play? I play Left Midfielder and Left Wing," he said to Leo, smiling at her. It was surprising to him that wizard like her would even know what he was talking about.
"And it doesn't make you a bad brit. Sure, you may prefer an American sport to the country's sport, but it doesn't make you bad at all. My father watched baseball a bit as well," he told Veronica, hoping to give some kind of reassurance to her.
I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 6:37 am
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Blood Status: Muggleborn Wand: Inflexible//13 inches//Laurel//Dragon Heartstring Current Age: 12 Year at Hogwarts: 2nd year Height: 5'3"
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Location: Quidditch Stands [Wearing: Casual Clothes] Company: Those in the Stands
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Suppose he missed the sarcastic humor.
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"But if you're so good at football wouldn't it make more sense to go for chaser? For example I like baseball and am good at it because of my swing," Ronna said. "It actually is kind of scary, now that I think of it. Anyways, makes more sense for me to go for beater."
She shrugged and said, "Anyways, I'm glad to see Hufflepuff won. I always had a weakness for Hufflepuffs... sorry David, your girlfriend is Ravenclaw, right? Regardless, I'm sure I've over stayed my stay here"
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