For The Team (Huffie Quidditch Team, but open)

[Henry Boggleworth]

Dumbstruck Boggleworth gaped at Grace, a million questions buzzed around his head a woodpeckers peck pecking resounding in his ears, how could she not have told be sooner? He wondered indignantly but this means she'll be gone, I can't loose Grace. though he had no knowledge whatsoever of the work he couldnb't believe she'd just accept like that, perhaps she hasn't

"You've accepted?" He murmered inaudibly being drowned out by the loud affectionate cheers. she's throwing her life away he thought amazedly or rather our life. How would he be able to compete with hot quidditch players, all his dreams had evaporated.

Falling heavily into the nearest chair he felt betrayed she'd got the owl yesterday! That was hours and hours ago, wasn't he to be informed first, or at least within the hour of her hearing the news? Unbeknown to Boggleworth the rising of jealously and dismay was rising within him, but really the hurt came from the thought of loosing Grace somehow. Always he had been incredibly protective of her, but now it was reaching a new level, feeling ashamed at the emotions coursing throughout his body he clenched his fists whilst his usually expressionate eyes and joy filled feautres stared dumbstruck staring firectly ahead; boring into the wood of the chair before him.

Downing his butterbeer with one swig he made to sneak out of the pub, his chair making merely a tiny scraping noise upon the wooden floorboards beneath, it couldn't be heard over the racket of jubulant shouts. Rising he strode for the exit feeling thoroughly upset and ashamed at his own behaviour, this was a time for joy; Grace would be entering a successful career, making a future for herself; but not for them, that was the problem. Believing it best to leave without a word his hand grasped the handle of the oaken door, one swift pull and he'd be away, but something stopped him...

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace had her hand on Bogs arm. "Bog ..." she whispered. She had seen the forlorn look on his face. She had seen the change in him and had been preparing herself for his reaction ever since she got the letter. He had reacted just as she knew he would and even though she had run the situation through her head so many times, she still found it hard to find the right words.

Grace frowned, slackening her grip on his arm. Slowly she ran her hand down his arm till she could lock her fingers with Bog's. She looked at Bog through stormy eyes and thought she would never smile again if he left now.

"Please," she whispered, squeezing his hand, "Please, Bog, you must understand, you of all people must understand that I did this, I accepted this for you and me, for us. You are the most important thing in my life, Henry Boggleeworth, and nothing, not even distance, can change that. I love you, Bog and I need you to be there with me. You - and Girty - are my support and without either of you I will crumble into the darkness that consumed my father. Please Bog," she whispered extra softly, letting go of his hand, "don't go!"

[Henry Boggleworth]

With one hand clasped by his beloved Grace and the other with a firm grip upon the door handle Boggleworth looked with a steely gaze into Grace's eyes; he believed them to be the window to the soul. Always he searched for answers in the eyes of others, mainly arising from them came more unanswered questions, more problems and deciet.

Yet this time he believed her words to ring true. Whether designed or not these words were precisely what he had needed and really expected to hear. But would words calm his stormy spirit, or the pleading look in her eye. Ever since he'd set eyes upon her he'd known she would have such a power of him, whether for good or evil. He was utterly powerless to resist her, his love being perhaps too strong to even attempt leaving as he had done. That's what he's always believed and wanted, yet he had come so close to leaving, a pnag of guilt settled upon his brow adding to the weight he carried upon his broad shoulders.
"I'm powerless to resist you Grace," he murmered "your word is law that I shouldn't heed so easily, yet I do." Releasing the door handle he clasped both her hands in his and uttered words he knew would hurt her, yet he had to be cruel to be kind
"Grace the darkness you speak of shan't consume you unless you give up hope entirely, don't lean so upon me," he detested the way he spoke but a higher cause was near at hand "Though I wish't I shan't always be there in the flesh for you, yet in spirit and in heart I shall be, forever and for always."

His voice lowering still further he declared in a voice almost like a prophecy "dark times lie ahead, and we will all be called upon, but who will stand and harken? Fate may pave a different road than you can imagine for us." He had seemed overcast and weary yet now he threw away the shackles and exclaimed more brightly

"but we have time yet to enjoy, just know this; I'm always here for you, even when I'm not around, my voice shall echoe in your head, like a concience yet don't ahrken to all the words I utter."
Kissing Grace lightly upon the cheek he finished "the time is to be merry now, rejoice." His eyes flickered, somehow they seemed so full of the sorrows of the world, he burdened himself where others would cast such difficulties aside.
"Drinks on me!" he cried his usual jovial self, with the merest hint of a shadow upon his features and thoughts.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace smiled at Bog, happy that he would not leave. She didn't seem to notice the echoing sadness in Bog's eyes and smiled right passed his disheartened speech. He's going to stay, was all that was in her thoughts. She took his hand again and led him back to their table. "Drinks on Bog, everyone," Grace said happily, rejoining the others happily smiling at the party.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth had the feeling that nobody else quite shared his sense of urgency and determination towards thwarting the clearly corrupt Ministry. Others seemed quite contented to continue their little lives not striving to protect the greater good. Yet who was he to balme them, life shouldn't be all bad, so with a forced smile he rejoined the party, easily slipping into his usual rythms and generally confident and happy character.

Ordering drinks all round and feeling quite out of pocket he declared "my wallets much lighter now." Spreading around the drinks he laughed and joked as per usual and realised not even his closest friends noticed the slight haggard look, none had enquired fully over what he had done over the summer; which he was thankful for, prying questions could slip him up.

Laughing and grinning on the outside he inwardly pondered his present situation analysing the best strategies to use in the months to come. But soon he grew bored and fully joined the festivities.

A time for action would come later.