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Post by Zachary Daniels on Nov 30, 2006 6:08:26 GMT
Zachary, having finished his practice earlier, was well aware that the Hufflepuffs were just completing theirs. Squinting his eyes, he sat uncomfortably behind one of the higher stands watching the figures zoom excitedly around the pitch with a careful gaze. It was unusual for him to be spying on a team practice without trying to note down tactics or plays that he could use to his advantage. In fact, although his eyes were watching the brooms closely, they only lingered on one person in particular.
Mozess was most definitely waiting for him in the common room, and he nervously glanced at his watch. He'd have to wait for the practice to end before he could corner the Hufflepuff, and he knew he'd have to put on some of his most persuasive fronts, hoping to, in the end, provoke Moen to accept his challenge.
Tilting his head back to gain a better view, he watched the practice and, impatiently, waited for it to end.[/color]
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Post by Thom Moen on Dec 3, 2006 20:04:01 GMT
Thom had had no luck so far in catching the snitch. Several goals had been scored by the chasers - who, to be fair, were having a laugh more than putting any concentration in - and the keeper had climbed off her broom and onto the middle of the three gold goals, inspecting her nails in the cold sunshine. The beaters were not behaving much differently - batting the bludgers to one another playfully.
The snitch buzzed off into the wooden seats on the taller stands, and Thom yanked on the handle of his broomstick, pulling to a stop and giving up. It would be Care of Magical Creatures after lunch, and he decided it would be best not to be worn out for whatever nasty or dangerous little creatures Professor Jones had in store for them today.
He was just about to spiral slowly to the ground when he noticed a small dark shape huddled behind the stand where the snitch had just disappeared to. He squinted at it for a moment, wondering if someone had left an umbrella or robe after the last match. It was only when a long green scarf whipped up in the wind did Thom realise it was none other than a spying Slytherin.
'Oy, you!' He shouted, his voice being carried away from the other Hufflepuffs so that they did not notice Thom suddenly flying upward suspiciously.
Thom's feet thudded loudly on the wooden bench as he jumped from his broom. He groaned loudly when he realised it was Zachary of all people. 'Not stealing tactics, I hope?' he inquired impatiently.
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Dec 9, 2006 21:34:46 GMT
Zachary watched as Moen made a sudden swerve toward the stands with a frown, before his eyes widened with realization that the Hufflepuff was flying determinedly to where he was hiding. Stumbling back a little, he made a face as he slid into an awkward sitting position, Thom's impatient gaze landing on him.
"Stealing Hufflepuff's Quidditch tactics?" He said with a scowl, pushing himself up so he wouldn't have to look up at the other boy. "That's as good as forfeiting." As soon as he had pulled himself up to full height, he regarded Thom with a haughty stare.
"Actually, as the Potion's Professor doesn't seem to be around, and you're the apprentice, it's your duty to help me with any question related to the subject." He smirked slightly, watching Thom for a reaction. Pulling out the page he'd quickly copied from the large text, he read it over, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. Then, using whatever acting skills he could muster, he let out a long sigh. "Although, I probably know more about potions than you do. I doubt you'll be of any help." His voice was mocking as he looked back up at Moen, his lips twitching upwards slightly.[/color]
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Post by Thom Moen on Dec 15, 2006 14:22:58 GMT
Thom eyes immediately narrowed, a gruff growl rumbling gently in his throat. One thing he couldn't stand was people insulting his Quidditch moves and intelligence at the same time - especially Zachary Daniels of all people. 'What do you know, you ugly little flobberworm? For your information I am a very apt potions master,' he replied snidely, sticking his nose up in the air in defiance.
He then noticed the slip of parchment the younger Slytherin had produced. Thom regarded is suspiciously for a moment before snatching it from his hands, quickly looking over it with an indifferent expression. In truth he was teeming with curiosity. 'Hmm, I suppose its true that I am currently the resident expert at potions,' he said arrogantly, regarding himself in an impressive new light suddenly. 'And I could definitely get these things - but...' He thrust the parchment back at Zachary. 'It just so happens that I hate your guts, Daniels. Why in Merlin's name would I help you?'
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 15, 2007 5:04:40 GMT
Zachary's eyes narrowed, and as he would usually give an indignant, snappy response, it was extremely unusual for him to cross his arms over his chest indifferently and look away, almost bored.
"It's not really a question of help, Moen." He said with a sigh, his anticipation escalating. "I'm sure I could send this list back to my father and have the ingredients back faster than you could ever find them-- even with the post taking weeks to arrive..." he smirked, looking carefully at Thom and folding the now-wrinkled parchment back into his robes. "I was just thinking you'd jump at the chance to display your remarkable skills to the Ministry," his voice sarcastic, he shrugged. "Letting them see you can brew such an intermediate potion, especially since you'll be needing an actual job soon."
Then, as if it were Thom who were passing up the greatest opportunity, which in itself would have grabbed Moen's interest even if his tiny monologue hadn't, he turned away about to leave as if the Hufflepuff truly wasn't a necessity.[/color]
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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 15, 2007 11:18:31 GMT
Thom stuck his lower jaw out irritably. It seemed no matter what Thom did, the younger Slytherin always found a way to get under his skin. He knew that his grades and apprenticeship alone would be good enough proof for the Ministry that he was a dab hand at Potions, but the heavy stone that had just been dropped into the pit of Thom's stomach was making him feel rife with annoyance - how dare Daniels challenge him!
'Not so fast, Daniels...' Thom reached out and yanked Zachary backward by his scarf. 'I can do any potion, anywhere, anytime.' He stated with bared teeth. 'Go one - say it and I'll do it! That'll wipe that stupid smirk off your face!'
Thom knew he was breaking every rule in the book by making an advanced potion for a student, but the need to prove Zachary wrong and show him up was hot in his chest, and he gave a nasty smile as he waited for the Slytherin to back down...
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 16, 2007 17:57:27 GMT
Zachary stumbled backwards as his scarf was yanked from behind him. Scowling, he turned back to Thom, trying not to lose his balance as he snatched the parchment out of his pocket.
"We--" He quickly cut himself off, hoping Thom hadn't caught his stumble. "I need these ingredients here." He said noncommittally, shoving the list into the Hufflepuff's face. Then, adding a slight challenging tone to his voice, he smirked.
"By tonight."
Hoping Thom wouldn't ask anymore questions, he held out the parchment and waited for the irrational, hot-headed Hufflepuff to march off to begin the search.
Of course, Zachary would have to tag along. Thom was hardly responsible by himself. He ignored the fact that things only managed to worsen when Zachary joined in his escapades. [/color]
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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 16, 2007 23:00:38 GMT
Thom blinked dizzily as the parchment was shoved under his nose. He took it from Zachary's grasp and once again let his eyes wander over it slowly, assessing what he remember to be in stock or hidden in Professor Black's person stock. Any other time most of the ingedients needed would be off limits to students, but a certain pride swelled in Thom's chest knowing he was a special exception.
It then dawned on him. 'Wait a minute... unicorn heartstrings... sphinx brain... what the hell are you planning on making, Daniels?' He asked accussingly, eyeing the boy with a digusted face.
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 16, 2007 23:28:17 GMT
Zachary grimaced in disgust as the list was repeated orally, and shrugged. "I'm trying to use a variety of rare ingredients to brew uncommon potions. For practice, you know, with the N.E.W.Ts next year and all." He scratched the back of his neck a bit apprehensively, hoping he wouldn't get tangled in his lies sooner or later, before smirking.
"If you don't think you can get them..." He trailed off, raising an eyebrow, before fixing the distorted scarf hanging about his neck. Then, looking back at Thom once, he grinned slightly to himself and jumped off the stands, heading back toward the castle.[/color]
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Post by Thom Moen on Feb 17, 2007 0:06:38 GMT
Thom glowered in annoyance as the Slytherin suddenly left him standing alone, the parchment still in his hand. 'Pfft... not helping him... can teach himself for all I care...' Thom took the parchment in both hands, meaning to tear it in half loudly, but he stopped. As much as he would have liked to throw Daniel's taunting back in his face, Thom could not help but feel the uncontrollable desire to prove himself to the little toad.
Casting a quick glance back at the rest of the Hufflepuff team, he gave them a quick unhelpful shrugged and snatched him his broom, trailing after Daniels with a miserable grumble...
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