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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 21, 2006 18:10:55 GMT
Girty stood around waiting for Mort. Last term they had started a mini fight in Honeyducks about who was better on a broom and today they were going to find out.
Girty was standing proudly next to her new broom with a quaffle under her arm. She looked around waiting for Mort to show as she could not wait to prove him wrong.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Aug 21, 2006 23:40:28 GMT
Mot stepped on to the pitch in the cool breeze. He smiled and saw that Girty actually showed up. He mountd his Nimbus 2001 and flew over to her. He smiled, "So you actually showed up eh?"
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 22, 2006 8:52:24 GMT
Girty laughed and jumped on her Firebolt.
"Yes i did. My parents brought me a new broom for this year as the my comet was getting a bit old." she laughed and flew closer to him.
"But i would have beaten you on that the firebolt will just make it easier."
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Oct 7, 2006 22:38:16 GMT
"yeah well we'll see." He said smiling at her. "Lets see how you tackle!" and without wasting another second talking, he shot past Girty the quaffle in hand.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Oct 9, 2006 18:12:01 GMT
While Mort was talking Girty was standing around looking not very impressed and when he took the quaffle of her it increased her anger.
She spun around on her broom and shot off after him.
"Very clever. You have had your moment of glory." She lowered herself down onto the broom as the wind whistled past her ears, the blob that was Mort. Her eyes narrowed on the quaffle and flew closer to Mort.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Dec 31, 2006 22:41:29 GMT
((OOC: Sorry for taking so long to reply))
Mort raced on down the pitch urging his broom ever faster. He leaned down on his broom trying to pick up speed. Girty was coming closer when the idea hit him. He remembered a speed boost that Professor Mandrake taught him before he died. Mort pushed down on his broom handle and a sudden burst of speed from his broom made him almost fall off the back. The goal posts were right in front of him now and he raised up level to them. He pulled his arm back and released the quaffle at the middle hoop.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 2, 2007 20:57:55 GMT
Girty watched as Mort speeded ahead of him. With a small smile of apprehensions she slowed down and watched as the quaffle floated threw the hoop. Girty knew when she was possibly beaten and there was no point chasing after that quaffle.
“Well done!” She shouted clapping her hands. “Very clever. I see you paid attention in your lessons”
Still hovering above the ground she pulled out her wand waving it in the air as the quaffle flew stright toward her. As soon it was safley in her hands she waited for Mort to get into a respectable position to challange her.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 2, 2007 23:52:01 GMT
Mort gave a small cheer of triumph and threw his fist into the air. After he was done celebrating he flew back to Girty, and faced her. He took a deep breath looking her in the eyes waiting for her to make her move, but before she could do anything Mort spoke up.
"After I beat you all up and down this pitch at quidditch would you like to go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink? My treat." Mort said looking away.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 3, 2007 8:41:26 GMT
Girty mustered up a smile and threw the quaffle gentle from one hand to the other.
“Yeah Ok. Why not. You will need the drink once I have finished with you.”
Girty pocked out her tongue before quickly shooting straight up into the air making sure she had a good grip of the broom and quaffle. After getting to a height that she liked Girty levelled out and looked around quickly getting her bearings before flying off in the direction of the hoops.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 4, 2007 0:46:47 GMT
Mort was about to reply but girty already was heading for the hoops. Mort shot after her. He urged his broom on, but her firebolt was faster than his Nimbus 2000. Mort wouldnt give up. He followed Girty, but she finally reached the hoops. He knew what was coming next, he sighed hanging his head in shame. "Woo. You got one goal. Want a medal? It'll never happen again. Mark my words." Mort said letting out a groan.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 4, 2007 8:02:07 GMT
Girty heard shouting coming from behind her. Before throwing the quaffle thought he hoop she looked over her shoulder to she a rather disheartened looking Mort.
With a smile she carefully placed the under her arm before pushed herself up off the broom with her hands. Then steady she placed her feet on the broom itself before rising up to stand on the broom.
Making sure she kept her balance Girty pulled the quaffle out from under her arm and started to wave it around in the air.
“Come on Mortey boy try and get it off me! Just going straight at the hoops is rather to much like a normal game against Slytherin for me.”
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 5, 2007 1:57:02 GMT
Mort didn't reply to Girty's comment but instead he braced himself and shot right at Girty's body fast as he good. He wasn't going to get beat by a Huffepuff girl. He was getting closer now. He was going to see if she was scared. He was mere meters from her now...
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 5, 2007 11:46:08 GMT
As Girty stood on her broom she noticed Mort speed up and come towards her with no attention of stopping. What should she do? Let him fly into her and most likely send her falling to the ground or fly away put risk the opportunity of Mort calling her a chicken.
With a faint smile Girty carefully dropped down back onto the broom but by the time she had sat down again Mort was almost directly in front of her. Quickly tucking the quaffle under her left arm Girty waited to see what the Slytherin boy did.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 6, 2007 2:39:51 GMT
Mort's gaze intensified as he neared. He wasn't going to stop from running into Girty. A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead as he was feet away. He took a deep breath and braced himself, and he lost speed quick and collided into Girty at half speed. It wasn't enough to knock her off her broom, but enough to daze her, and in her vulnerability, Mort took the Quaffle and headed for the hoops in the opposite direction, laughing madly.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 6, 2007 8:58:53 GMT
Everything went white for a moment and as Girty eyes adjusted she could feel no quaffle under her arm. Blinking a few times she noticed Mort flying off in the other direction.
Typical Slytherin tactics she thought trying to regain her focus and fly after him. After she got going her broom was faster then Mort’s but not fast enough to make much of a difference. The only chance she had of getting the quaffle back was that he would eventually run out of pitch and then Girty will get him.
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