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Post by Sarah on Nov 4, 2009 14:32:34 GMT -5
Jordan pulled his large purple sweatshirt over himself, even if purple was a ‘girl color’, he didn’t think so and it was pretty comfy. Before leaving his dorm to head out to the pitch, he grabbed up one of his newer brooms and tied his shoelaces.
Once in the field, Jordan didn’t see anyone yet, and didn’t really expect to. He climbed onto his broom and swept off the ground, flying into the air. He glided over each goal posts, before lowering a little bit, now wondering what he would do alone.
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Post by katelyn on Nov 7, 2009 19:49:48 GMT -5
Ally wasn't one for sleep. 'Insomniac and proud' was her motto. There were times when she didn't sleep for two or three days in a row. Most people would be like the walking dead by then, but not Ally. She somehow managed to stay awake in class.
She loved night so much more then day. Day was so full of people, so loud. Night was quiet, and instead of annoying students, the school grounds were filled with nothing but the sound of the slight wave of the lake and the occasional creature from the woods. And when the weather was too bad to go outside, she'd wander the halls of Hogwarts, which were just as interesting. Sneaking out after curfew was almost natural to her now.
Now, the sun was just coming up, turning the sky a hue of pink and orange that Ally completly adored. She was wandering around by the Quidditch pitch, wrapping her arms around her. It'd been much warmer when she'd left the castle, so she'd only worn a t-shirt. Oh, well. She could suck it up and go on. And if it came to it, she could just summon her jacket.
She noticed a figure flying on the Quidditch pitch, and after shielding her eyes against the rising sun, she saw that it was Jordan. A smile crossed her face. "A bit early for flying, huh Knight?" She called, running her left hand through her curly hair.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 7, 2009 19:58:05 GMT -5
Settling in a higher position, Jordan decided to wait until someone to come. Maybe he would just fly around, while looking like a complete idiot, and think to himself. I wish I brought a book or some homework Jordan thought to himself. The idea of summoning the items crossed his mind, but he was too lazy to. Anyways, the view of the lake and the forest looked nice from the height he was at and he decided to occupy himself with that for a while.
The person who stepped onto the field, was the least expected by Jordan. He really expected Connor (though, knew he wouldn't) or Aramis. Smiling to himself, he slowly flew down, a bit higher than Ally and replied, "Not at all if you want to beat the crowd, Crub," with a smile. "How've you been, anyways? Haven't seen you in a while," Jordan asked, missing hanging out with the girl.
The sun began to peak higher from behind the trees and Jordan wanted to see it rise. Instead he asked Ally, "One on one?" and blushed slightly and corrected himself, "I mean, practice with me?" he asked, grinning.
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Ew.
Sorry.
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Post by katelyn on Nov 7, 2009 20:10:47 GMT -5
"Well, I see you're a morning person." Ally teased, smiling up at him. "I prefer night, myself." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh. I've been the same as I have for the past seven years, pretty much. Nothing exciting going on at Hogwarts these days." It was true, really. Nothing exciting HAD happened in a while. "I've been getting more detentions, though." She smiled. "How've you been?"
She raised an eyebrow, laughing as he realized the double meaning to her words, and then correcting himself. Blushing slightly because of his first phrase, she nodded. "Okay. You're on, Knight." she said, removing her wand from where she'd stored it, tucked down in her dark brown boots with small heels. "Accio broom!" She said, picturing her own broom in her head where it was, stashed under her bed, so that she wouldn't get the wrong. She then hesitated, and summoned her black jacket as well. She mounted the broom and flew up to his level. "You sure you won't mind getting your ass kicked by a girl?" She asked, slipping on the fitted jacket.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 7, 2009 20:23:56 GMT -5
"How very observant of you," Jordan replied with a slight smirk. Jordan nodded, understanding. Most of his friends were like that, but mostly because of partying at night and just growing accustomed to staying up. "Yup, you're right," Jordan answered, with a slight nod, "And you can tell they try to make things more exciting with all these random balls every holiday," he continued with a little chuckle. Personally, he thought balls were a waste of time. Especially when you had it about four times a year.
"What's new in that?" Jordan commented, grinning at how many detentions she earns. He sighed and then began to reply, "I've been... alright. Been better, to be honest," not mentioning anything about Connor. He would discuss it if she asked, but most people didn't care about others problems and he didn't want to impose that on her. He smiled slightly as she blushed in reaction and hovered in circles as she summoned her belongings.
Once she climbed onto her broom and flew to his level, he grabbed the front part of his broom with both hands, steadying himself. He flew about a foot higher, looked down, and replied, "Won't let it happen," with a grin, then realized they didn't have anything else to play with, so he lowered himself to the ground. "But first we need the balls," he told her, looking up and squinting through the sunlight, "Come 'ere and help me get them," he said, before heading over to the small shack looking building where the chest with the practicing quaffles, snitch, bludgers, and beaters bats were in. |
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Post by katelyn on Nov 27, 2009 21:25:35 GMT -5
Ally wrinkled her nose. She definitley wasn’t a fan of balls, yet somehow she always wound up being dragged along by a friend. She stuck her finger in her mouth, pretending to gag. “Tell me about it.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Yet all of MY friends seem to think they’re so much fun and amazing!” She faked the excited, preppy voices she heard some of the girls using when they discussed the ball.
“.....Good point.” She’d been getting at least one detention a week since first year – most times more. She raised an eyebrow. “Just alright?” She knew Jordan well enough to tell something was wrong. “D’you wanna talk about it once I kick your ass in a little one on one?” She teased, grinning at him.
“It’s not a matter of letting it happen,. “ Ally laughed. “I’m going to kick your ass and you know it.” She burst into laughter at his statement. “So are you applying that you don’t have balls, Jordan?” She giggled, landing a few feet away from the small shack.
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Post by Dea on Dec 1, 2009 13:49:50 GMT -5
ooc/ Hope you don't mind if I jump in with Jamesie?
James was up, bright and early. He had a game later that day, and he thought he'd get a bit of extra practice in. No team though. They were all too busy. Sleeping. Sleeping was for suckers.
He'd grabbed his broom from under his bed, headed towards the door, turned, muttered a charm and turned Sirius' hair pink, and made his way to the Quidditch Pitch.
Upon crossing the field, he heard voices. They sounded familiar...He recognised the girl straight away. She was that beater who always aimed for people's balls, and occasionally came to the Gryffindor common room to hang out with Thalia...something. That one. Anyway. The guy looked unfamiliar. He didn't really pay attention to anyone, seeing as no one was a match for the amazing James Potter.
These voices were discussing one on ones...no balls? Was he interrupting? Let's be straight with this, James?
"Er, this is a Quidditch pitch? Not the place to discuss one on ones and balls, kiddos," he said with a smirk, sitting on his broom and pushing himself up off the ground and into the air.
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Post by Sarah on Dec 1, 2009 16:29:45 GMT -5
Jordan just chuckled, knowing how many detentions the girl earned. She seemed to never learn from them, caused new problems weekly, or just liked having detentions. Or it seemed so to him. Jordan just shrugged and replied, “We’ll see about that, Ally,”
Jordan just wished that whatever was going on between Connor and Francesca, Connor would get over it. It was a completely silly thing to be moping around about.
“Sure, Ally. Sure,” Jordan said, letting her believe in herself, if that’s what she wanted. Anyways, belief in one’s self was good. He mentally laughed at himself for that statement. He sounded so intelligent. “Of course not, Ally,” Jordan answered back, “You may check if you wish,” he said, laughing and heading to the shack ahead of her. Hearing a certain Gryffindor, Jordan ignored him, wondering why the hell he was listening to their conversation and thankful that he hadn’t told Ally why he was just ‘alright’.
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Post by katelyn on Dec 1, 2009 17:50:06 GMT -5
“How about we make it a tradition that, during every ball, we have a one on one game of Quidditch whist laughing at how stupid everyone else looks?” Ally suggested, grinning up at him. “And wayyy too much drama.” She agreed, nodding slowly. “Yes, Jordan. We will see.” She smiled. “We’ll see how badly I beat you.” She teased.
Ally studied his expression for a moment as she grabbed one end of the trunk and gave it a hard pull. ....She could barely move the thing by herself. Well. That was embarrassing. “Is it about the whole Conner and Francesca thing?” She asked quietly. “Because I can tell why you’d be upset about it – Cess was horrible for the first week or so. She’s got Noah now...so she’s kind of over it, but I guess Conner’s not, huh?”
She raised an eyebrow at his suggestion. “Well then.” She grinned again. “I just may take you up on that offer, Knight.” She added, winking playfully at him.
Ally turned around, hearing another, unwelcome voice. Potter. Lovely. Sirius was a friend of hers. Remus was alright. Peter was....eh. She could stand him. But Potter....well, he pissed her off horribly. She wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe his arrogance, the way he held his head so high when he had no right to. Last month she’d shot a well aimed bludger at his balls, getting him a lovely little trip to the hospital wing. She noticed Jordan was just ignoring him, but that’s not what she did.
“Bugger off, Potter.” She called, kicking the ball trunk open with her foot. She picked up one of the Beater’s bat’s and held it up for him to see. “Or should I give another attempt at destroying your ability to have kids?”
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Post by Dea on Dec 2, 2009 12:27:45 GMT -5
"Oh no! An evil midget! I'm so afraid!" James cried, in mock horror, placing both hands on his face, pretending to freak out. He then laughed his haughty laugh. Yes. James Potter was a prick.
A handsome, dashing, way better than either of them at Quidditch, prick. Aha.
He swooped down, hovering above the ground, and picking the Quaffle out of the box.
"Are you ready to be defeated later, Crub?" James asked, tossing the Quaffle in the air and catching it, repeatedly. Yes, Gryffindor were playing Hufflepuff. And, of course, Gryffindor were going to kick their sorry asses.
James, of course, in traditional James style, ignored the fact that Jordan was ignoring him.
"And, are you two sure I'm not interrupting? This whole chat...I can feel the tension," he said, looking seriously at the two of them, gesturing to the space in between the two, as if there was something occupying that air.
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Post by Sarah on Dec 2, 2009 19:39:48 GMT -5
Smiling at her weak attempt, Jordan grabbed the handle and pulled it out for her. He could do it with one hand being a beater, he had the strength. “You’ll need to eat more vegetables, Ally,” he told her, teasing. Not so surprised that she guessed it, Jordan nodded. “Yup,” he said, “Have you seen Connor, lately?” he asked her, shaking his head slightly. Connor’s state was just miserable. “Gibbon?” Jordan asked, confused. He thought that Francesca didn’t like the bloke. At all. Or something like that. He just remembered her blabbing and droning on about this guy.
Jordan just smirked and winked back. “I know you might,” he replied, “Even if you do beat me,” then quickly added, “Which you won’t,”
Then, Jordan heard Potter exclaim something about a midget. What the fuck? Though Jordan. That kid was insane. Then, Potter laughed. Wow. That was lame. Laughing at his own little joke.
Jordan just kept his face straight, trying not to smirk, while watching James play catch with the quaffle by himself. However, he couldn’t help himself at the last part and gave a little chuckle. Gryffindor wasn’t exactly doing their best the past few games.
“Actually, I don’t recall saying anything about interrupting, so how can you ask if we’re sure?” Jordan asked the Gryffindor. Jordan furrowed his eyebrows at the act James was putting on, looking like he was trying to figure out what the hell he was trying to say.
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