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Post by abbott on Jul 25, 2011 3:09:47 GMT -5
whenallyoursilverturnsgold Say a prayer for me
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She chuckled slightly at a realization that regardless of the year she was in.. It seemed at Hogwarts the warmth of the fall season didn’t exist past twilight when the season was half over. She pulled her knit cap further down on her head as she looked out at murky grey sky that was slowly turning from murky grey to midnight blue.
Then again that was part of the appeal of coming out here at this hour. During the night hours the pitch always seemed to call to her, and it seemed to do it now more than ever. Something about being there surrounded by darkness with only her and the gold rings not a care In the world other than flying. Truthfully she would prefer the darkness to just engulf the school it would mean not having to look at people and see their reaction to her; Though she knew that not being able to see them didn’t meant she wouldn’t be able to hear them.
And it was the voices that asked the questions, It was the voices that whispered stories to fuel painful rumors there was simply no getting away from, well that was till she was out here and safely far from them all, here no one carried that she couldn’t’ go through the halls without being whispered about. Here no one stared and insulted her here there was peace reflected in that night sky
She smiled feeling almost giddy to fly she quickly pulled her hair into a messy braid., She pulled knit cap further down on her ears determined to keep them warm well keep them warm and hopefully keep her hair out of her eyes as it always came un-done when flying and then it would be murder getting the tangles out granted there were de-tangling spells but they didn’t do as well as just combing it out it didn’t’ look as shiny.. Getting herself together she grabbed her broom a used one that Professor McGonnagall had sold to her for a decent price..
She glanced up and glowered as she caught movement in the darkness of the shadows. Her eyes narrowed and she grabbed a quaffle expecting someone from her team she smiled widely.. Not looking back to see who was there, she figured it was someone from her team. She threw that quaffle with all her might at the shadow and called out..
“Hope you’re ready to fly hard… Let’s play”
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Post by james ignotus potter on Jul 25, 2011 3:43:54 GMT -5
James couldn't sleep tonight. The full moon had come and gone, and it made James a bit restless. It was almost like a permenant adrenaline spell that would never run dry. He couldn't sleep, he turned from side to side, and didn't want to make others listen to him. But it was earlier, when most students would be settling down for the night, that James slipped out of the common room. He claimed he was going to the kitchen to grab a midnight snack from one of the house elves that worked behind that picture with the ticklish pear. But instead he by passed everyone grabbing his broom from the old broom closet. He used this closet many times to steal a snog or two. Or just to hide away from the tortures of everyone. Sometimes James needed time to think. Other then that.. James was deffinitely the type of person to keep up maintance on the brooms. Well for the gryffindor team anyway. Always carrying a small broom kit to take care of anything broken on the other players brooms. He was a sore loser, and wouldn't expect less then the best from his team.
His dark hued eyes glancing around as he slipped past a couple of the moving protraits asking if he should be out of bed this hour. But it was funny listening to the responses from the other portraits saying, he was 'James Potter.. Headboy' and would ask him how things were going and how his cousin was adjusting to his entrance. James never knew how to respond to such questions. "Seems well." he responded back in a rather unsure tone. His mind still didn't wrap around the concept of another person with his face storming the castle. He was still dealing with the whole Lily thing. The girl hated him. he understand this to the fullest extent, and yet deep down, he didn't understand why. He shuffled along the grounds his broom in hand. It was freshly polished, and his glasses fogging up from the exchange of heat to the colder fall temperatures. You could tell Winter was on the breast of the fall at the moment. He didn't mind snow, but it made it much, MUCH harder to sneak out at night.
The boy ventured out onto the pitch, his eyes weren't even paying attention to the fact that there was already someone out here. He just continued to grumble to himself about how much he hated that greasey haired git. Before hearing a voice that stopped his heart, and made the boy jump. "Pardon?" he asked not really knowing who it could have been, but slipped his wand out of the pockets of his robes, and held them in a gloved hand. "Whose out here?" he asked in a rather loud, and unplayful voice, before his eyes fell on the younger girl. "You know you're not supposed to be out of the castle at this time right?" he asked shifting his head, his voice falling slack a bit. He really couldn't careless. As long as she wasn't going to rat him out, he wouldn't dare open his mouth. "Sorry, but I always fly hard, I'm James Potter." he commented back towards the girl. Pointing to himself in return of his statement This was James Potter Gryffindor Chaser, and Quidditch star. He wasn't going to let anyone forget that for as long as he was here. Its James, and who James was. But the boy allowed his wand to drop from being pointed at the girl to the corner of his pocket, he could just slip it inside.
It was James and the sky. The boy loved flying at night, it was like floating in a lake filled with fireflies. He didn't ever regret taking his first broom ride. But finally realized he didn't know who this girl was. "New girl right?" he asked shifting his glasses after tapping them to make sure they weren't going to fog up on him. She was pretty, James really took a liking to pretty girls. His hand shifting through his dark treads of hair, and moving them to be even more wind blown now that they had the breeze to his face. He shoved his wand into his pocket, and fluttered his eyes. "I'm sure, I'll win." he stated with a very proud smirk as his fingers wrapped tighter around the handle of his broom. He loved quidditch it was James, and James was Quidditch. |
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Post by abbott on Jul 25, 2011 23:40:55 GMT -5
whenallyoursilverturnsgold Say a prayer for me
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“Yes, Potter I’m perfectly aware of the fact that, I’m supposed to be in my dorms snuggled beneath warm blankets.” Hannah of course being Hannah had jumped to a concussion, and like normal it was the WRONG ONE…She of course assumed the one who just entered the pitch cloaked the darkness of the shadows of night was a Potter.. That wasn’t the assumption that she was wrong about.. IT was very obvious a Potter.. sadly upon his entrance she had not heard him speak his first name the only thing she caught was POTTER.. and because of that she was prime for making huge errors,
So the refuges of night hide exactly which Potter It was.. The swagger and arrogance that all but oozed from the boy screamed who she envisioned for Harry Potter’s personality as she had never allowed herself his company.
The fact he would strut out there bold as brass, and start telling people where they should be at that precise moment. Frankly it was something that spoke heavily of something Harry would attempt to pull with her.. “But you obviously forgot the one very important equation to that statement.. “ she said out to him, as she finished polishing her old broom before getting on it, and with a swift kick off she was flying after him. Just a foot or two of the ground she wrenched that broom hard to the right and missed hitting him by a mere few inches. Picking the quaffle from him in a manner that one would pick a ripe apple from a heavy branch. She had to swing sharp to avoiding hitting him with the back end of her broom. It was one fluid moment that she jumped from her perched position, her fingers burned with the force in which she held that broom handle to keep from losing it. The quaffle was raised above her head in an obvious attempt to peg him in the head with it.. “ Its only rule breaking if you got caught doing it.. “ A mischievous smile that even Peeve’s would be envious of played across her lips. As she lowered the quaffle holding it just a breath away from him.. “ Youuuuuuuu want it…You’ll have to pry it from me first, and I won’t give it up as easily as you have.. Do believe your loosing your touch there.” It is then that Hannah began to notice certain things about this Potter.. Well one he was thicker in the torso more muscled and mature looking, Where she might prefer a certain type of guy she couldn’t’ dismiss the fact that she thought Harry was handsome but he looked different now it is then with a gripping horror she noticed it..
WHERE IS THAT SCAR… NOOOO please tell me I’m not out here acting like an ass, and it isnt’ even Harry, who is used to it, and knows I’m harmless and just goofing..
Embarrassment colored her cheeks, she was thankful that it was dark enough that he more than likely missed that, A high blond brow arched high on her face as she looked upon the face of Harry Potter’s father. They looked so strikingly similar. She felt a pang of envy wondering as she knew she only had her mother’s fair hair and skin, if she also looked like her father, the annoyance that she would never know grieved her.. Realizing she was staring she quickly looked down. “ I’m sorry I had you confused with Harry.. “ She smiled wistfully as she looked back up at him.. “ but your right I am a new girl, But as you snuck a lucky goal in, while I as concerned with the fact that your beaters took out one of my chasers. I figure you might want to see who it was you were so lucky against… And yes Potter it was LUCK and not skill.. “ With a Cheshire cat-like smile she lifted her chin, and gave a soft nod towards the glittering hoops. Looking back at him she smiled softly“ Correction.. You will try to WIN… Un-less your that confident.. Then I think a wager is in order “ Looking back at the hoops she protected. “ I’m sure you would stand a better chance of breaking into Azakaban, but I love putting boys in their place, so by all means I welcome the challenge… Potter.. “
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Post by james ignotus potter on Jul 26, 2011 2:35:54 GMT -5
Although her response, caused James brow to flare up slightly as he looked at her. "Are you mocking me, Hufflepuff?" he questioned her almost instantly. He didn't have alot of room to hex her, but why would he hex something so pretty. James was pretty arrogant, but he was a 'grand' wizard in his mind, and he was headboy. He was entitled to some revalee when he made his way into a room. He earned it, after all the shit he pulled the last few years. He was a grand student though, and he was dedicated.. to causing hell in the hallways. But her response back, made the boy place his arms across his chest, and his wand being twirled like a baton between his fingers. "And that important equation is what?" he asked not completely sure where this was going to head. Although the minute she started flying at him, the look on his face was honestly priceless as his eyes widened, and wondered if he should jump to the side. That was until he realized he still had his wand gripped in his hand. "Are you fucking mad?" he asked staring at the girl, like she'd just fallen out of her rocker.
Although her response to his comment, made him stand there in a rather dumbfounded look. He grumped quietly in retort. "Who do you think you are anyway?" he asked shaking his head at the girl. But he was instantly offended with her comment of him losing his touch. James Potter... losing touch with quidditch.. that was unthinkable, and he considered that as bad of an insult as someone making dirty comments towards his family. "That's a load of Bollocks." he told her instantly. "I don't lose touch with quidditch." he stated shaking his head instantly. This girl was really riding the loon train. "Excuse me, are you batty?" he asked, knowing that wasn't an appropriate question. "Hello?" he asked waving his hand at her, like she'd completely lost her mind, and then disappeared from earth. "Harry.. that boy who stole my face. Bollocks." he announced crossing his arms against his chest, and finally had to much of just standing there idley.
He got up on his broom, and flew up to hover close to her. But he glanced around as she was talking about other quidditch players, she must have fallen short on the brains. "I only see us out here." he stated looking around. "Unless the therestrials have suddenly learned how to play quidditch positions." he said shaking his head at the girl. "You're betting me. James Potter at a game of quidditch?" he questioned her once more. This girl was obviously new around her. You didn't wager James Potter to a game of Quidditch. He would kick your ass, and take your wager money. James wanted to be a quidditch player, and play for his beloved chuddley canons. "Alright, what's the wager?" he asked lingering to hear her response. |
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Post by abbott on Jul 26, 2011 3:57:15 GMT -5
whenallyoursilverturnsgold Say a prayer for me
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“I’m Batty?
She said with a strong air of contempt. Hannah arched her back out and then gracefully leaned back against her broom her leg came up to rest on the top of the handle keeping the broom perfectly level as she quickly pulled her hair into a tight braid tossing the free ends back over her shoulder .
“ Do you realize how odd that sounds to me… Your calling me batty when I’m not the one , running about with a serious clone problem. A clone with the same last name.. like that isn’t ODD..and yet here you stand where your only concern is that his looks like you? Potter I’ve seen you both play.. I would be seriously concerned about being replaced with the faster model… and still here you sit NOT.. and I’m the one that is barking mad..Okayyyyyyyyyyy”
She watched as he proceeded to look around and talk about thestrals. She wasn’t sure when the subject changed to winged horses but as long as he didn’t’ sprout off about Unicorns than she figured she would be alright.. “ Nope your right Noooo Thestrals out here, and it is just you and me.. Unless you’re seeing things.. Kind of creepy there Potter…But I like it.. It suits you… Barking mad in roguishly handsome way…You go with your little hot mess self..”
Okay she might have been attempting to mock him but she had to admit he was very easy on the eyes. In spite of the fact that he was obviously a conceited twit who was probably as arrogant as they came. She found his face very handsome. Her eyes widen as she realized she was staring quickly she adverted her glance as if he had just did something crude and offensive.
She smiled softly “ that’s the thing.. I’m not sure if you have anything I could want.. Then again I here you have a lovely Chuddly Canon poster.. Where I am a born and raised Appleby Arrows fan but I sure would like your poster.. Ohh speaking of.. You are aware that they haven’t taken the league since 1892.. Wow you are truly devoted..”
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Post by james ignotus potter on Aug 1, 2011 1:41:01 GMT -5
James scoffed quietly as the girl repeated that she was batty. Most girls were, but she was talking in nonsense, it was almost as bad as that Hargrove girl, she completely talked in circles, and about things no one perticularly cared to hear about. Nargles.. and the such. Although he stared at this girl blankly as she commented, he was the one that was odd and 'batty'. Clone problem, that wasn't his fault. "Someone is trying to be me, probably a stupid slytherin. Watch it's that Severus Snape, he's trying to get in my head, and get me in trouble. Probably trying to rip the light out of me, from the inside. I've always knew I couldn't trust him." he continued muttering to himself, this girl had him thinking about that boy that looked just like him, he didn't have his eyes though, but it had James ever so curious into which was actually going on. That all these new transfers just randomly showed up. Wouldn't Dumbledore have had theme start on the train, instead of in the middle of term? He was pretty sure, it was a Slytherin's doing.
This girl was completely mental, "You've watched us both play? How well does my clone play?" he stared at her for a moment. So this boy played quidditch. Did Severus actually ever get on a broom? Probably not from his lack of grease, he'd slip off and kill himself. Although a smirk played over James features.. that couldn't be a bad idea either. But he cleared his throat in a rather regal air. "Pardon. I don't 'see things', I've perfectly good site with my glasses thank you." he stammered in a rather prudelike tone. His vision was kind of bad without his glasses, but nonetheless he could get around, if he absolutely had too. "Creepy suits me?" he gave her a rather off look. But he just blinked a few dozen times, trying to put together what this girl was saying to him. "Alright then." he glanced off to the side. James was arrogant, and he was a bit concieted, but it depended on who he was with, that would make him that way. He was a good wizard, a very good one. He knew this very well. He didn't need anyone telling him elsewise, no one knew him like his friends did, and no one ever cared to get to know him. He was different when you were on the inside layers.
He did realize she was staring at him, and he quickly averted his attention to anything that happened to catch it. Although as she started talking about Quidditch teams, his attention peaked highly. "Appleby Arrows?" he scoffed just a tad bit. "How would you hear of my poster?" he asked quirking an eyebrow in her direction. "They'll make their comeback." he nodded at her. He would never give up on his delighteful chuddley cannons. Although he loved many different quidditch teams for a million different reasons. He had a favorite starplayer on every team. "How does a girl like you, know about so much quidditch?" he asked her before moving to try to knock the quaffle away from her, so that he could play a small game of tossing it in the air waiting to hear from this girl. Girls who liked quidditch were pretty much ok in his book. Finally realizing, that she mentioned a wager, he nodded his head. "Alright, you're on." he was a man of his word.. very much of his word. |
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Post by abbott on Aug 2, 2011 4:48:31 GMT -5
whenallyoursilverturnsgold Say a prayer for me
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Hannah silently chastised her curious nature that had her looking at James Potter so long that he no doubt would think she was ogling his goods. However she knew there was a chance that she could save some face with him with the notion that perhaps, just perhaps he was not near as conceited as she assumed he was..
Well Lovely James saw that slight hope dashed the moment he opened his mouth to speak his rebuttal to her statements. It seems he is that conceited.. She chuckled dryly and tossed the quaffle in the air catching it as he spoke.. †Well all though I can’t say I’m like his Best friend by any means, but I feel I know him well enough to know that the few times that we discussed you and your friends it never came up as a grand plan that he was looking to clone himself as you.. Hate to break that lovely fantasy of yours, but most people don’t strive to be anything like the bullies who make their lives miserable.. Forgive me , but I don’t doubt Severus Snape would rather take several Bludgers to his private parts than be anything like you.. Sooo least concerning Severus I think your safe.â€
She tucked that quaffle behind her back one hand pulling her broom back safe from his reach as he tried to pull a very obvious snatch and grab. “ your clone plays very well.. “ yes it seriously bothered her to state those words out in the open and the only thing that was saving the moment was the fact that she wasn’t saying them to a Harry Potter himself, but to her defense it did feel a little bit like death to say those words out loud.. “ The way he is made.†She winced slightly trying to figure a polite way of describing Harry Potter’s body type “ compact and all makes him a natural for Seeker. He is lightning fast but the thing with all seekers they excel at other positions I don’t doubt he would make you a fair keeper or Chaser if he could be a team player, then it doesn’t hogging the spot light out on the pitch doesn’t seem to slow your groove at all on the pitch.†She smiled softly before tossing the quaffle for him catch.
“Four generations of us have played for the Arrow’s all men.. I inspire to the be the only female of my family.. “ She frowned knowing the truth here and now in this time the Arrow’s are managed by Jinkens Wallas who still clung to old views of their world, and those views regardless of the talent she brought would only see her laughed out of a tryout with the note to return the kitchen and try to find her glory by producing it by birthright of sons. “ Oh I heard about it from Bertha Jorkins, it was mention in passing along with mention of your rippling pectorals.†She tilted her head and studied his chest for evidence of such attributes. “ Hmmm I don’t see them, but I’m not a fifth year either. Regardless if I were you I would keep my clothes on or suffer the repercussions of a love potion.. “ She readied herself for an insult, she expected one but she couldn’t help it. “ What part of me screams I wouldn’t have a passion for Quidditch? Merlin do I give off a Ohhhh no inside type of girl vibe?.†She rolled her eyes and chuckled “But to answer your question I had a great uncle Titus he only would talk to me when I got him talking about Quidditch.. Quidditch became a necessity long before it was a passion.. “ She shrugged and ready herself before flying past him to the hoops.
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Post by james ignotus potter on Aug 12, 2011 17:31:02 GMT -5
James knew girls liked to look at him, it really didn't bug him anymore, although stroked his ego in just the right way. But after clearing his throat, and playing with his broomstick for a moment, He decided it was time to just get in the air and stop standing here like a weirdo. "Well you never know. Slytherin's are very sneaky now a days, people say there's not so good things going on in the dungeons." he quipped back at her, he wanted to know what was going on. Another reason he'd sneak down there in the middle of the night. He wanted to understand why the Slytherins were passing around secrets and whispering all the time between each other. He listened to her as she continued talking to him about clones, and what people would and wouldn't do. "You sound like you know an awful lot about cloning.. what's cloning?" he asked staring at her, like he wasn't completely sure. He knew duplication by Polyjuice potion. But muggle cloning was something different to him. "You sound like your in love with Snivvy. Do you have a crushy wushy on him?" he asked in a baby voice, laughing with a laugh cackle back at his comments.
"Wonder who taught him." he asked scratching his head as she talked about this Harry person playing quidditch well. Hmm, he'd have to invesitagate this little situation. But as she talked about what he did, he rubbed his fingers against his chin. "Seeker huh?" he kinda liked the sound of that, he could use someone as a seeker for the Gryffindor team. But as she seemed to shoot an 'insult' in his direction. "I DO NOT." he snorted back at her. "Everyone gets fair play." he stated with a nod. Although James did have his rally moments, and showed off when they won. But he wasn't a complete spotlight hog. "Do you think he could out play me?" he asked curiously. He reached to grab the quaffle before it missed him, and he caught it with a bit of a circle on his broom almost like a 360 a plane would do doing an air show. "Good Luck." he said nodding. But he just kind of looked back at her, "Really.. What's your surname?" he asked glancing back at her.
Although her comment about pectorials threw the boy for a loop, who was telling people about this stuff. "Really?" he asked seeming slightly impressed, she was deffinitely rubbing James the right way ego wise. Although his hand brushed over his stomach for a moment smoothing his chest out. "I'm really hoping to join the Canons after I graduate from her. Just because I don't know what else to do with my life." he stated with a shrug. He had no idea what Dumbledore was hinting at him for, but it seemed he wanted James for something. He was yet to out right ask him. But his face went into a rather stupified look as she mentioned him keeping his clothes on. "Are you my mum now?" he asked shaking his head. James didn't need some girls opinion on what he was going to do with his life or not. "Love potion or not, I'm a good looking wizard, I'm surprised everyone's not throwing themselves at me, being pureblood and all." he scrunched his face a bit, he sounded like such a prat talking like this. Oh well, this is James. "You're a girl, look at you." he stated motioning at her, having absolutely nothing to pull from in any sense at all. "So many girls don't like brooms." he shrugged, obviously she wasn't one of them. Dumb move there James. But he watched her fly away as she left towards the hoop and he flew to keep up with her, "I'm not trying to insult you though." he stated flying along side of her, before throwing the quaffle into the gold hoop. |
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