[Quid.Prac] Let's Get Rocked!!

[Ollie La'Roque]

When he had not even known that the Quidditch team list had been published and was now pinned next to the great hall, he had simply heard via gossiping folk who people had begun to point and stare at him as he walked hand in hand with Rieko. He looked around simply bemused and begun to get paranoid. He had even asked Rie if he had something on his face to which she replied "just ugly", jokingly or course. It was when they happened to be heading towards the great hall for dinner that he stopped and still attached to Rie had pulled back extremely quickly almost pulling her arm out of socket, so he could read the list. He read the list from the bottom and once he reached the top he just stared and stared until Rie actually had to read it aloud for him to take in properly. He was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.

He had been stoked to see he was the new quidditch captain and he had been on a natural high ever since. He never thought about who would be the Captain but as his eyes scrolled down the list of the rest of his new team, he knew that he could lead them into victory. His team was the best and most talented selection of players and as far as his smug little head was concerned, they had already won the quidditch cup for the year 2104. It was just going to take a few matches for the mighty lions to get their hands on it.

Jogging up and down on the spot to keep his blood flowing, Ollie blew into his hands and began rubbing them together frantically. If Rieko saw him now she would call him a moron for looking like he was doing some sort of dance but Ollie lived and breathed Quidditch, and he wanted to be ready. His Quidditch robes flapped every so often behind him as a small icy gust of wind blew from underneath the quidditch stand. Picking up his broom he put it horizontally behind his head, resting on his neck while he held both ends to each side. Huffing, he looked down at his feet and the grass before hearing a small crunching sound of footsteps coming towards him. His first player or players had arrived and he smiled broadly as he saw them coming closer. His Captain head turned on and he became suddenly energetic once again.
"Come on, come on. Let's get rocked! We have to kick house ass you know" he smirked with a gentle laugh.

[Sarie Thimble]

Sarie looked at her robes in the mirror. She hadn't worn them in a while. She remembered that they had to be shrunk to fit her. She was small even for a seeker. She looked to the wardrobe where her sliver arrow her pride and joy leaned. She smiled at it. Her firend Ian had given it to her.

She was now ready to leave. Then she truned back and picked up her wand. She had an idea. A few seconds later a very different Sarie was hurrying down the stairs. Her long shoulder length hair now chop to about her chin. It would help if her hair didn't get in her face while she was playing.

She was stared at all the way down the pitch. She met her rather over excited captain. He seemed to be up on cloud nine but then again so was Sarie. She couldn't wait for her next game. "Hey how is it going haven't see you in a while Ollie."

[Kieran Davies]

It was Saturday. A day Kieran had planned to spend with Fay but instead he found himself traipsing down to the Quidditch pitch. Over the last few weeks since him and Fay had finally found common ground with each other, (believing how he felt was also a turn point) Kieran had been all smiles and happy go lucky. Funnily enough, it had been Rie who had seen the changes within him but at first he wouldn’t tell them why. Obviously, Kieran was still trying to find his feet in his new relationship, it was nothing like his and Kendra’s was which was of course a good thing. Actually being in another relationship was a rather large step for the once jack-the-lad Kieran but he was enjoying it, every second of it actually.

He had agreed to meet Fay by the great hall, not knowing there was going to be a Quidditch practise this morning. For one of the Gryffindor’s beaters this was exceptionally sloppy of him. Thankfully Rie stopped him on the way out of the corridor. ”Kieran, where are you going?” She asked him, he turned and rounded on her smiling saying he was going to meet Fay and hang out with her today. ”And ditch Quidditch Practise? Ollie wont be happy with you.” Of course, if he had known, if Ollie had told him he wouldn’t have arranged to do something else. Double booking himself, well done Kieran! With a rather skimpy smile, Kieran rushed back upstairs grabbed his Quidditch robes and rushed out of the common room. His broom was already in the changing room. Outside the hall, Fay was waiting for him and with an apologetic explanation, (which she laughed at him blabbering) Kieran was soon rushing, half tripping on the rather soggy ground, towards the pitch.

He gave himself a moment to catch his breath before heading into the changing room, grabbing his broom he stepped out onto the pitch half expecting brooms to already be in the air and Ollie standing there giving him a devil’s glare. Instead what he found was young Sarie Thimble, least he thought it was, the new hairdo threw him off balance for a moment, and Ollie LaRoque, their captain doing some form of… well Kieran could only describe it as a chicken dance and he had a rather large urge to make chicken sounds but repressed them. ”Ollie LaRoque! What on this earth are you doing?” He laughed walking over to him and slapping him on the shoulder, ”If you’re trying to imitate a chicken you’re doing it wrong. You need to flap your arms out a little more and point your elbows out.”

[Harrison Greg]

Finally it was the weekend, there would be no lessons to wake up early for, no restricting and fashion lacking school uniforms instead it is just relaxation from here till Sunday! The problem was as Harrison lay across one of the sofa’s in the Gryffindor commonroom, enjoying the attention from a pack of girls he saw out the corner of his eye Sarie Thimble running out the commonroom dressed in Quidditch robes with her broom in hand. At first Harrison found this rather amusing as he thought about all the Gryffindor house team outside in the freezing weather trying to keep warm…and then it hit him.

Jumping up off the sofa Harrison charged up the stairs towards the dormitory, throwing open the door to the roaring sound of Blake’s laughter. It was nice to see his best mate was finding all this hilarious to see Harri rush around like a headless chicken throwing his Quidditch robes over the top of his jeans and t-shirt. “You could have reminded me!” Harrison snapped and he desperately looked for his broom. “Dude, and miss this!”Blake commented back and he lounged on his bed. “Can not wait to see La’Roque’s face when you turn up like a tramp” Harrison looked over at his mate trying to act offended but it did not last and hysterical laying filled their dorm room.

The Gryffindor did not think much about Blake comment till he was stepping out into the Quidditch pitch and saw the other 3 team members standing on the pitch. He was going to have to work with the guy who stole his best mates girl and the other who, rumour had it, was now going out with Fay Locke. ‘Brilliant’ Harrison muttered sarcastically as he wondered over to stand next to Sarie Thimble, the only person on that on the pitch at the moment who he did not have a problem with.

[Adelaine Russo]

“You’re going to be late.”
“Am not.”
“Are too, you’re not even out of bed.”
“I can get ready from right here.”
“Is that why your hair looks like a rat’s nest?”
“Shuddup.”

Addy dodged the pillow that Prue shot at her and rolled her eyes. “Some chaser you’ll be, can’t even aim.” Before her sister could throw something heavier at her, Adelaine had grabbed up her broom and was out the door. There was a dull thunk as something slammed against the door. Addy snickered and shouted “Missed!” before skipping down the stairs. Prue shouted a few choice words of her own before Addy was out of earshot—the type of words mothers would wash out their daughters’ mouths with soap if they heard them.

Just as Adelaine made it down the last step, she saw Harrison Greg race out the door, followed by Blake’s laughter. Rolling her eyes at the boys, she slipped on her Quidditch gloves and walked out of the common room. Why was he in such a hurry anyway? The team could wait a little for everyone to be there. Nobody was going to yell at her for being late. Ollie would receive a swift smack in the head with his own bat if he crossed this little Gryff.

Pressing the back of her hand against her mouth to cover a yawn, Adelaine passed through a group of students, who scoffed as she pushed through them. Did she care? Not really. As one of the students shouted something at her back, Addy waved her hand back at him and grinned. Pausing, she pressed her fingers against her lips and blew the boy a kiss—winking along with it just to tick him off.

As she walked outside, Adelaine shivered at the rush of cold air that greeted her. Sure, Ollie had to pick the one day in the April where the weather was most likely below freezing. Thanks a lot Mr. Captain! Grumbling, Addy burrowed herself further into her cloak and stomped over to the rest of her team. Seems like she wasn’t going to be the only one that was late, considering that her sister still wasn’t here. “ La’Roque, you’re going to be on my fight list for this.” She muttered, taking her place next to Sarie. Ollie’s energy was scaring her already. “ Nobody should be this energetic when it’s below freezing.” Addy grumbled under her breath.

[Arabelle Thomas]

Waking up with a whole lot of excitement for it being Saturday, Arabelle sat up in bed. She glanced around the fifth year girls dorm and saw that the twins were still asleep, but the two other girls were off and gone. Good for them she thought as she ruffled her hair, stretched, and hopped up. Ara slipped on some sweat pants and pair of socks and skipped out the door. First on her list was to get some breakfast. She headed straight for the Gryffindor table and scanned it for anyone she knew or a great pal to talk with. Finding neither she plucked and apple from the basket and turned toward the door. Not bothering to check the annoucement board she took a juicy bite from the apple and headed back for her dorm. It was too early to be out and about.

Jogging up the stairs, Ara had barely made it to the door when she saw Addy running through the Portrait hole and heard a thud of something hit the door. Almost afraid to go in, Arabelle opened the door to find one to two pillows bunched up against the wood. I don't even want to know Arabelle thought as she took a look at the small condensed room which looked like a tornado had run wild in it. What had happened while she was gone, she couldn't even begin to guess.

"Where's Addy headed? And did she see her hair?"
"Oh just Qudditch practice..."
"We have Qudditch practice?"
"Yea, better get ready fast!"
"Haha was anybody gonna tell me?"
"In a million years, sure!"

Arabelle didn't have time to respond. She loved Addy and Prue's humor, but they could have at least warned her about practice. La'Roque was going to kill her. She had only met him a few times, but this being her first year on the team she didn't want to become known as the slacker. Pulling out her new robes she quickly put it over head, tied a pair of tennis shoes on her feet, and put her hair up in the messiest pony tail she had ever seen. Not caring she was almost out the door, whenever Prue called,"Aren't you forgetting something?" Of course her broom. Ara raced back in grabbed the stick and was out the door.

On her way to the field she avoided a few mud puddles and wondered why Prue was taking her sweet time, but didn't really care. She looked around and noticed that she wasn't the only team member that hadn't gotten the memo. Arabelle ran over to the team and took her place next to Addy. Nudging her she smiled and asked,"You forgot too huh... judging by the look of your hair..." Ara looked up at Adelaine's hair and back down to her face.

[Prudence Russo]

Having a twin was a lot like having an automatic alarm; always coming in and blaring its big mouth when it wasn't wanted. Of course, this sparked a daily battle of power between them and today Prue counted it as a victory for her. For as soon as Addy left and Prudence chucked her last pillow at the door to prevent re-entering, she somehow managed to roll over and fall asleep like nothing had happened at all. That is until alarm number two went off; other fifth year roommates. Ugh, why couldn't these Gryffindors just be responsible and skip off to a known Quidditch practice in silence? She was going to give La'Roque and earful for this torture!

Fate was working against her, for as soon as Arabelle left she heard the ominous steps on the stairs. Oh no, surely that much time hadn't passed? But soon her door pushed open and she saw the angry scowl of Caleb standing there.

"Prudence!" Oh boy, full name, she was in trouble now. "You're so lazy. You're not even out of bed and dressed yet?! Get up, your sister's probably already at the pitch along with everyone else. Why'd you try out for the team if you had no ambition to practice?" Really, sometimes she was convinced that he was actually mum with polyjuice potion. The scolding didn't just come from the door, either, it also involved him pushing her out of bed onto the floor and digging through her trunk for her Quidditch gear. Brothers, she had three, all equally annoying but none so much as the eighteen-year-old going through menopause.

"I was going to get up, I swear, Caboo.." She whined -- for a bit of pity -- before grabbing the things he was tossing haphazardly at her. Chasing him out with a hairbrush, Prue quickly dressed in her warm clothes and tossed her pads in a handkerchief before tying it to the end of her broom. Why walk through the school looking like a suit of armor, when you could look like a hobo instead? Quickly skipping out through the common room with a few laughs thrown at her from whoever heard the argument, Prue made her way to the pitch to find all of the crew already there. Unsurprising, Addy knew that if she hadn't dragged Prue with her, she wouldn't have come. The girl was like a naughty puppy and never listened.

Sneaking up noiselessly, she popped up next to an unhappy looking Harrison. She felt rather bad for him, since Prue and Addy were all-for confusing the other team and as the other chaser, he'd have to use whatever wits he had to keep them straight. She was even trying to convince her sister to go blonde for the game. Grinning at him, she gave him a girlish punch in the arm before tilting her head to the side at him. "Think you can keep up, slow-poke?" Prue teased, always convinced that she was quite good at greetings.

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[Sarie Thimble]

Sarie stood looking to and from her fellow team mates. She could tell there was tension though she wasn't sure who it was coming from. She stood there waiting for the rest of the team.

"When our first match?" She wonder how much time they had to break up the issues. She didn't talk much she was rather quiet.