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Post by Harrison Greg on Jul 24, 2009 18:09:38 GMT
Stifling a yawn Harrison stumbled down from the stairs into the Gryffindor commonroom, he could tell even through his sleep deprived eyes that the Commonroom was empty, mainly because no one in their right mind would be up this early on a Saturday. Harrison was even thinking of staying in bed had he not been dragged out of bed by a very angry looking Kieran who was muttering something or other about being late for Quidditch practise. So having the choice of another half an hour sleep or breakfast Harri went for the sleep and instead of climbing back onto his bed (that was just far to much effort) he dozed on the floor of the dormitory until he was rudely awoken from a kick in the ribs by Ollie this time who also muttered something about Quidditch.
“It’s a stupid sport anyway.” Harrison grumbled as he waited on the landing for the marble staircases to move. He did have his broomstick over his shoulder and the temptation was too great to just hop on it and fly to the bottom of the stairs, but once again that was just too much effort for this ungodly hour in the morning. With another yawn Harri shuffled past the Great Hall, looking in longingly at the racks of toast. “Oh well, I am late already.”
So another ten minutes had passed before Harrison Greg was on his way again towards the Quidditch pitch. His scarlet robes were covered in toast crumbs and with one arm he carried his broom while in the other he had a few more slices of toast ready to be munched on. Pushing the Entrance Hall door open with his left foot the cool September air brushed against his face and with a small chuckle he took a bite out of another slice of toast acting like he had all the time in the world. It did seem however he was not the only scarlet robed player to be running late, as he was about to find out.
(omg…what a lame start of a thread and such a lame ending haha. Sounds like it should be in some creepy kids book haha.)
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Post by Prudence Russo on Jul 26, 2009 4:00:22 GMT
Whoever decided to do morning practice for Quidditch was an idiot. But then again, if it was late night quidditch the roles would be reversed. Prue would be the one wide awake, and Addy would be the one that would bite you if you tried to get her out of bed when she was sleeping. But since it was morning, she heard Julianna arguing with Addy about who was going to be the one to wake her up and remind her about the Quidditch practice. Congratulations, you both did. Now Prue officially hates you for a day. They both exited the dorm quickly, since they wanted to remain intact and unbruised for quidditch and she was left to pull herself out of bed and release a stream of curses that would've scared a Snake.
She seriously hated waking up in the morning, every day.
It wasn't surprising that Prue spaced out while she was gathering her quidditch clothes and changing, so that the next time she looked at the clock nearly half an hour had passed and the common room was silent. "Oh. Damnit! Kieran will have my ass if i'm late for the third time in a row." Maybe Addy should just drag her to quidditch by her hair, since every time she left her unsupervised the girl just decided she wasn't going to bother showing up for a while. Grabbing all her padding, she just slung it over her shoulder quickly and grabbed her broom, hustling out of the common room faster than she's moved in a few days.
Once out on the landing, she quickly climbed on her broom and zoomed downward. Stairs were too tiring, and the Gryffindor tower was on the seventh floor! It would take her ages to get down to ground level. So instead she just dodged the staircases, especially the ones that were moving. She was riding side saddle, to try and pull some of her pads on while riding throuhg the school to save even a few milliseconds of time. Her eyes were downcast towards her legs as she tried to fasten her shin guards, and this meant she had no eyes for the person in front of her when her broom was zooming straight for. She wasn't hovering far over the ground, which meant the impact hit them straight in the back and shocked them into toppling over. Prue's hands instintly went to clutch her broom handle to keep herself on, and as soon as she passed them she looked back to see who it was, her face shocked.
"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry it was an acci--"
That's when Prue recognized the broom-wielding boy and her fight or flight response kicked straight into flight, and she kicked off harder towards the pitch. Her thoughts weren't something reasonable like, Hey maybe I'll get there before Harrison and Kieran can focus on yelling at him. Instead they were like. I just ran a kid over on a broomstick, and now I'm afraid he wants to kick my ass. |
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Post by Harrison Greg on Jul 26, 2009 17:18:58 GMT
The silence of the castle grounds proved that no one was awake at this stupid hour, there were not even any birds flying high in the clear sky or even tweeting in the tree’s for that matter. The loudest sound that Harrison could actually hear was the loud crunch and munching of the fourth slice of toast that he had just started. But the silence and munching was soon to be broken by the loud explosion of expletives to escape from Harrisons mouth as something rather heavy collided with his back. Before he could find his balance he landed face first on the ground, a shower of toast falling around him as his hands emptied their contents. The culprit of the attack seemed to have started an apology…and then stopped.
It must have been the quickest that Harrison had ever reacted this early in the morning and even forgetting the ten second rule with the toast he leapt to his feet, picking up his broom and with a running jump he flung the broomstick underneath him and he was zooming off into the early morning skyline chasing the scarlet blur in front of him. He did not need a mirror to know that his hair was now a complete and utter mess or that he now had mud down the left hand side of his face! All that mattered was kicking Prue off her god dam broomstick.
“Bloody hell Prue! You’re going to pay for that!”
He was not sure how he managed it, maybe he was in the slipstream of the broom in front or his rage was making his broom go faster, but no matter what he closed the gap up on his fellow Gryffindor and with a lunge forward he managed to grasp hold of a few twigs at the end of her broom and gave a sharp tug and turned sharply on his broom trying to use that force to help spin Prue around in mid air.
(Short and boring. Sorry)
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