I’m sick of looking for those heroes in the sky

[Becca]

Ah Quidditch, the game of men…well okay there were women playing as well but “the game of both genders” didn’t roll off the tongue as well. It was a great game to play… well until your beater decides to get distracted by a particularly pretty-looking cloud and you get bludgered and fall off your broom. Whilst this was rather spectacular for the spectators it wasn’t such a luxury for the victim. In this case it was one known as Alex Sherwood, Ali to his friends and which ever girl talked to him for longer than two minutes. He had received a hit to the chest and was rather displeased with the current predicament, I mean sure Quidditch was fun… and it did have it’s advantages like being in the spot light when your team won- this gained high advantages when charming the lady folk- and it was a perfect way to keep looking fit and buff (( the writer would like to note that this is Alex’s version… in reality it’s more a “Keep thinking that Ali”)) but crappy things like this happened as well.

‘Wait’ a thought came to his mind ‘This predicament could be of use to me!’ Alex continued in his head not completely listening to Madame Pomphrey’s mentions of how he should be more alert during the game (‘I have the eyes of a hawk woman!’ happened to be Alex’s in mind reply) if he was complaining so much about the injuries. He was by no means complaining… simply letting her know that his chest and arm were really bloody hurting right now! Anyways, Alex’s mind was in two places right now:
1, Work out how to use this to an advantage
This he quickly decided would be a re-telling of his epic tail of sorrow, heroics, and idiotic beaters. Be a hero and get attention, was a pretty simple if somewhat cliché, but who cared. Cliché works sometimes right?
2, Find out who sent that bludger his way
Well, he was against the Ravenclaw team… just find out who the beaters are and be annoyed at them for a while! Simple

Alex looked around bored, it had begun to storm outside to his contentment
“Ah autumn weather is bloody brilliant” he smirked as a jolt of lightning had torn through the blackening clouds accompanied by the loud rumble of thunder
“Gotta love a storm” he smirked secretly happy that it wasn’t like this during the match… wow he was lucky with rain.
“Phil isn’t here yet, that’s a shame” Alex pouted jokingly aloud ignoring the odd looks he was getting from everyone else around here.

Tagged;;
Status;; finished
Words;; 440
Muse;; Together we cry
Outfit;; Normal school robes?
Lyrics;; "Another Day" from Rent
©: Taiyou-Ai of Caution 2.0

[Haine]

Phil was, to put it bluntly, not a happy bunny. Even more so now that I dared to use that phrase. But still. Phil had never had any interest in Quidditch. More because he was god damn terrible at it. Aside from that, he had always found the world of spectating incredibly boring and would not have turned up to the match if Alex (as well as his friends in Ravenclaw) hadn't dragged him there. He had much more important things to do. Like sleeping. Of course, Phil was all for showing his house some love and all that, yet he had always failed at team spirit. Especially when life pretty much sucked right now.

So anyway. Phil was at the game, and trying not to fall asleep. And then Alex had to try and liven things up by taking a bludger to the chest and then falling off his broom. Which actually meant that Ravenclaw had technically won as the Slytherin team then had to forfeit, which also meant that there'd be a loud and long party in the tower tonight, which Phil really didn't need or want at the moment.
And then when Phil attempted to bring Alex some chocolate frogs in the hospital wing, on his way he saw Thalia. And without thinking, he dived into the nearest classroom, which wasn't a classroom yet in fact a door with stairs behind it. Now seriously. What the hell is the point of that?

Whatever it was, it made his ankle hurt like hell and he had to limp the rest of the way to the hospital wing. This was one of the very few times when Phil was ever angry- hell, he wasn't even angry. Phil was severely pissed off, a definite first. Upon arrival at the hospital wing, Phil threw the chocolate frogs at Alex (Getting dangerously close to his head), muttering angrily to himself while sitting down on the nearest bed. "Do you think there's any particular reason that my life is so crap or do you think I'm just lucky?"

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TAGGED::Becca
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LISTENING TO::El tango de Roxanne, Moulin Rouge
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