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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Apr 30, 2007 11:37:48 GMT
MArkus grinned as Marishka flew in closer to him, her speed not quite matching his but close to it. He soon saw the suns rays come out from behind the sun, flashing brightly into her eyes. He forgot about the simple contest he was having with her and dove for her as she veered towards the goalpost, forcing his broom to move with the same speed that he had before.
Be pelted through her like a bullet, barely saving her from impact with only inches to spare. He didn't know how he caught her, but he did, carrying her gently down towards the ground, his cheeks burning brightly. He growled as he stepped off his broom and allowing Marishka his arm, she followed suit.
His eyes droned over towards the small group and his expression grew dark. 'Even we are allowed to have fun at times.' He said, snapping at those watching him.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Apr 30, 2007 12:02:43 GMT
The impact Marishka was expecting came soon than she had imagined, but it was not the ground of goal posts she had hit. Instead it seemed Markus had gone for her, quickly grabbing onto her as she lost control and nearly fell off her broom. Spiraling down to the ground Marishka took hold of Markus's hand, dizzy and angry.
'Bloody sun!' She chastised. 'It... it just came out of no where!' She added lamely, unable to find an excuse for what was clearly a poor reaction to a common problem in Quidditch. What kind of player couldn't navigate in the sun?
Catching her broom as it came down, Marishka too looked at the rest of the team. They were watching the two of them with less than impressed expressions. 'What?' She shouted defensively, her cheeks red. Turning to Markus she gave a heavy sigh, looking at him for a moment before jabbing him in the arm.' You're it.' She laughed sardonically.
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Apr 30, 2007 12:09:28 GMT
'I guess I am.' He said, noticing the slight red tinge on Marishka's face. He had to smile at how it seemed to light her face up, making her seem more beautiful then before. It seemed strange for him, but he shook the thought from his mind. He gave her a slight wink before turning and walking towards Daniels and strode right past him.
'It's up to you if you want me on the team or not.' He said, walking away from the quittich pitch.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Apr 30, 2007 12:16:31 GMT
Markus have Marishka another trademark wink and watched him walk past the others, saying something to Zachary. Although it was not in her nature to, Marishka suddenly felt bad. This was a team practise, not a load of fun and games for Marishka to make a fool out of herself in - and her stupid slip up had probably placed her in Zachary's bad books as a potential candidate for the team.
Rejoining the team she sat down on the grass, her arms around her knees and she glared about herself sulkily, wishing Markus would come back and keep her company.
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Post by fallonwinters on Apr 30, 2007 17:27:10 GMT
Fallon steadied herself as she first did a couple laps around the pitch. She swerved and dove and swirled around, getting the feel of her broom again. "Oh Honestly..." She said as she watched Marishka and Markus come very close to colliding. They were obviously testing each other. "Girls! You're both pretty!" She yelled to them from where she was hovering.
Shaking her head, Fallon tried ignoring them and picked up her speed. She swerve to the left, then swerved to the right. She spun around avoiding imaginary players. A glaring sun came out from under the clouds, blinding her. She squinted but couldn't see anything in front of her. She decided it was a good time to land. Fallon lowered her broom at an alarming speed, gracefully jumping over and landing on the ground t the right moment. She took are broom and sat on the ground amongst the other players.
She looked up at the two lovebirds up there still playing around. Fallon had to shield her eyes, just, as she noticed, Mariska was doing. She obviously didn't see that she was going to run into the goal post! "Oy! Mayfair! Watch Out!" Fallon yelled from the sidelines. She obviously didn't hear her, but Markus had noticed. He shot through the air saving Marishka from impact.
Fallon followed them to the ground. An eyebrow raised at the two. 'What?' Mariska asked. "Oh nothing, nothing." Fallon said as Marishka's cheeks blossomed red. Then Everritt departed. "What in the bloody hell just happened?" Fallon asked the nearest person. Fallon looked at Marishka. "That was entertaining. Like watching a soap opera. Did you get his number?" Fallon said sarcastically.
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Apr 30, 2007 17:51:51 GMT
Zachary shielded his eyes as the two spiraled down toward him, Marishka held securely in Markus' arms. Looking less than pleased, he pulled himself up off the stands and crossed his arms over his chest, only sparing Markus a stray glance as he left the pitch.
"It's up to me, he says..." Zachary muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. "How am I supposed to make any judgment when I haven't even seen him play properly."
He had been excited when a few Slytherins walked out on to the pitch, clearly more focused on Quidditch than heroism, but it soon began to fade as Markus continued to make his way to the castle. "Right then, looks like two beater positions are open. Unless his highness wants to come back and show me he can hit a bludger."
Scowling, he leaned down in front of the chest and pulled off the lock quickly. Four balls glistened in the overwhelming glare of sunlight, and he snatched the quaffle from its hold. When another voice crept up behind him, he smirked and stood up, brushing his slacks carelessly.
"Winters, if you're going to be a chaser, remember to only use your remarks on the Hufflepuffs. Gryffindors will only gain motive when you insult them, and the Ravenclaws are too smart to fall for it." Nodding at his logic, he tossed her the quaffle.
Then, he turned to face Marishka inquisitively. "We'll do a quick keeper, chaser two versus two." He said clearly, swinging his leg over his own broom. "Mayfair and Carson versus Winters and Boneman."
He sent Boneman a hard glare. "And I don't want to see another display of damsel in distress on this pitch." Making a face, he shot into the air, a small whistle dangling from his neck. [/color]
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Post by fallonwinters on Apr 30, 2007 18:16:30 GMT
Fallon opened her mouth to say something back, but then thought better of it and bit her tongue. "Aye Aye Mon Capitaine!" Fallon said. She would need to keep her remarks to herself. Not hard for Fallon. She would rather keep her emotions out of the way anyway.
"Alright. Sounds fair enough! This should be fun. Ready for it Boneman?" Fallon said with a smile, pushing a piece of hair that had fallen into her face. She positioned her broom underneath her and then with a quick push off she flew into the air. She circled Daniels a couple times then took her position for the game to begin.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on May 2, 2007 6:43:13 GMT
Jerred smirked smugly when Zach told him off. He remembered that time, but he didn't really care.
'Hey, Carson! You're not keeper just yet.' Jerred called out, eyeing her from the middle of the ground, as he lazily flew towards the other goals. He smiled as he positioned himself in the front of middle hoop, arms crossed.
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Post by angie on May 2, 2007 10:36:13 GMT
Angelina smirked playfully at Jerred. "We'll see about that Boneman!" she called from her position on the other side of the field. Angelina loved teasing her fellow housemoutes and certainly wasn't above bantering.
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Post by Jerred Boneman on May 2, 2007 13:11:26 GMT
'Why I do believe you are in need of behaviour moderation.' Jerred said to himself, looking darkly at her, still floating side to side like a anchored boat. He smiled smugly as he waited for Zachary to begin the trial game.
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Post by angie on May 2, 2007 13:51:20 GMT
Angelina narrowed her eyes. "Really? And pray, do tell, what makes you think that?" She replied in a frigid voice, glaring darkly at Boneman, then she realized that maybe now really wasn't a good time to have an argument. The sensation was like sandpaper scraping down her throat as she swallowed her pride, and forced herself to hold her tongue. For the time being anyway. Angelina glanced briefly in Daniels' direction. "Ready when you are Captain." She called as she stared straight ahead, neither voice, nor face betraying any emotion whatsoever.
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Post by fallonwinters on May 13, 2007 18:39:28 GMT
Fallon shook her head. Now Boneman and Carson were going at it, all they needed was a bottle of wine.....
"Are we going to start any time soon?" Fallon said. She was ready to fly. She looked at Boneman, Mayfair, and Carson. Her eyes found Daniels. "Daniels, be a love and throw up the quaffle already." She said with a pout and a smile.
Fallon zipped around, she was ready to go. She was going to get this spot. She had come onto the pitch sort of wanting to play, and now she needed to play.
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Post by matt203 on May 14, 2007 19:01:02 GMT
Dale approached the pitch he had always wanted to play for the quidditch team but after Slytherins performance last year he was unsure whether he wanted to be on this team, but he had decided that if the team was to improve it would need all the new players it could get. Dale was quite a confident player but he had never played for the teams so this made him anxious and to add to this he could hear someone yelping in the distance which made him somewhat uncomfortable, particularly as the person yelping would turn out to be the team captain.
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Post by fallonwinters on May 22, 2007 20:15:41 GMT
Fallon watched as another potential team mate walked onto the pitch. She sighed. This would only make her waiting longer to play. She flew back down to the ground toward her loving captain.
"Oh dear, your teams are uneven now. Unfair advantage!" Fallon said with a smirk. She was just joking, but she doubted the serious Mon Capitaine Daniels would take her sarcasm. She expected a scolding retort.
Fallon straightened her robes, ready to mount and fly at a seconds notice. She wanted to get started all this waiting was killing her. It was only making her more aggressive. The long they waiting the more Mayfair and Carson would regret it.
(sorry, it died...i had to do something.)
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Jun 10, 2007 20:52:03 GMT
Zachary smirked a little at Fallon, before nodding toward Smith. "What position?" He said importantly, tossing the quaffle in his hand.
Though, it seemed even the quaffles were becoming impatient, and suddenly the one not huddled in Zachary's hand flew from it's place in the chest straight up into the air. Then, it zoomed quickly toward Winters, whistling as it flew.
Zach blinked a few times in surprise, before scowling. "OY! Quaffle! I'm the captain here, you don't fly until I tell you to fly!"
The quaffle slid futher away, circling around the goal posts before falling into Fallon's hand.
Zachary mumbled to himself a bit put-out, before turning his attention back to the boy. "Right then," he said, a bit grumpily. "How hard can you hit a bludger, do you think?"[/color]
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