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Post by Professor Lauretta Mericcini on Jul 8, 2006 2:06:08 GMT
L.C was the first to arrive in the Quidditch Pitch for Practice. Throwing a Quaffle into the air, she mounted her broom. Taking off into the sky she realised how hot it was outside. Thank god I'm wearing short-shorts she thought grabbing the quaffle. She began to throw it around, waiting for the others to arrive.
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Post by Fernand Mondego on Jul 13, 2006 20:36:25 GMT
Fernand walke onto the pitch that hot day. He had his firebolt over his shoulder and when he reached the the middle of the field he mounted his broom and kicked off. He flew up to meet L.C. "Names Fernand." he said, since he never properly met her before.
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Post by Professor Lauretta Mericcini on Jul 19, 2006 11:18:46 GMT
"Lauretta" she said, flying in circles around him. Stopping, she looked at him. "So, firebolt, aye" she asked retorically, trying to start a conversation.
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