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HaRoHeGiNeLu · 03-09-2012, 05:44 PM

Text Cut: She does. Heh.

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Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Wait. The girl went to the Hospital? Did she actually get hurt? All he managed to see before leaving the Pitch was a girl crying in Vindictus' arms. She didn't look hurt or anything remotely similar. Well, physically, he meant. The Head Boy nodded as the Captain spoke. Once she was done with it, he uttered a few words, "That's nice to hear," because between all the news they have been getting lately, well, this one of a little girl being terribly hurt from a Quidditch game wasn't going to be a great one.

Simple as that.

Now, he was joining Ellie with a smile too, a wide one. He chuckled. "Hence why he's Quidditch Official." EXACTLY the reason why Vindictus was Quidditch Official. No one would dare go against him as he called one of the 700 faults during a game. BUT...at the mention of sabotage, Treyen had to disagree with the man.

The Head Boy said nothing else on the matter. Why? One, it was of common knowledge that he didn't sabotage anything. Two, he wasn't the one that had made Indiana cry. Three...well, it was rather difficult, this part wasn't one to let go off so easily, though he was certain that he'll move on from it once he'd talked to Vindictus. The whole 'preventing people from falling' part that included his girlfriend.

Once that visit was done, he might be able to forget about it.

EXPECT COMPANY, V.

He'd begun with the ice cream again, and didn't reply to her almost-agreement with something more than a nod. She understood what he meant, that was the most important part of it.

And...

...that smile.

Considering he'd been looking her way from the moment she answered, he couldn't help but smile too, even though he didn't feel too fantastic at the moment. Plus, he was actually wondering who was she comparing him to so as to think that he was fantastic. But he didn't ask that. "Good to know." Yet he didn't fully believe it, of course.

Shouldn't he be saying how great she was too? No, because there was something else on his mind.

"Seeing as I'm such a fantastic boyfriend...," he air-quoted as he said 'fantastic', "...what's troubling you?" There was something on her mind, and over the past few minutes since she stepped inside the kitchen, he definitely knew there was something on her mind. Ellie knew she could tell him anything, and he'll help.

Advices and whatnot. You know, he was 'fantastic', after all.

"She's fine." According to Spike, Indy was tougher than she appeared and let on, so Ellie was positive she was perfectly fine. That she'd come back the next match with more fight than the last. Makings of a good Beater, no?

Treyen had a good point. What good would a Quidditch official be if they couldn't get attention? "He made an excellent career choice, then," she laughed. Or whoever pointed him official made a good choice. Or both, you know.

Ellie's bites became smaller and smaller as she finished up her toast, trying to prolong it. It didn't exactly work, though, for she soon had an empty plate...and then none as an elf whisked it away before she could even say anything. What if she wanted the crumbs, hmmmm?

"Know but not believe, right?" Again? Not that not believing you were a fantastic boyfriend was bad necessarily. Some not-believing was good, right? Kept you humble and modest and all that?

Her smile grew as she laughed about the air quotes. No, he definitely didn't believe it. But it faltered.

What's bothering her? Weren't they not going to talk about it? Because, surely he meant the match, right? That was what was bothering her. Or, rather, the fact she was beat by Alec. A First Year.

She chewed her lip for a while, wanting to put off answering, and giving him a chance to eat more of his ice cream, which would surely be melting soon. Her smile grew smaller and smaller so that by the time she spoke, it was gone. "I don't know if I should..." No, that wasn't right. She still believed she should play. That was all she was good at. "...could play Quidditch after Hogwarts...." Mind you, she still had to talk to Vindictus about it. He was a professional. She needed a professional's opinion.

03-09-2012, 05:44 PM	#198 (permalink)
HaRoHeGiNeLu Bicorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: EST Posts: 16,576 Hogwarts RPG Name: Valerie Warren First Year x8	Satisfied Neon Text Cut: She does. Heh. Quote: Originally Posted by Lockhartian Wait. The girl went to the Hospital? Did she actually get hurt? All he managed to see before leaving the Pitch was a girl crying in Vindictus' arms. She didn't look hurt or anything remotely similar. Well, physically, he meant. The Head Boy nodded as the Captain spoke. Once she was done with it, he uttered a few words, "That's nice to hear," because between all the news they have been getting lately, well, this one of a little girl being terribly hurt from a Quidditch game wasn't going to be a great one. Simple as that. Now, he was joining Ellie with a smile too, a wide one. He chuckled. "Hence why he's Quidditch Official." EXACTLY the reason why Vindictus was Quidditch Official. No one would dare go against him as he called one of the 700 faults during a game. BUT...at the mention of sabotage, Treyen had to disagree with the man. The Head Boy said nothing else on the matter. Why? One, it was of common knowledge that he didn't sabotage anything. Two, he wasn't the one that had made Indiana cry. Three...well, it was rather difficult, this part wasn't one to let go off so easily, though he was certain that he'll move on from it once he'd talked to Vindictus. The whole 'preventing people from falling' part that included his girlfriend. Once that visit was done, he might be able to forget about it. EXPECT COMPANY, V. He'd begun with the ice cream again, and didn't reply to her almost-agreement with something more than a nod. She understood what he meant, that was the most important part of it. And... ...that smile. Considering he'd been looking her way from the moment she answered, he couldn't help but smile too, even though he didn't feel too fantastic at the moment. Plus, he was actually wondering who was she comparing him to so as to think that he was fantastic. But he didn't ask that. "Good to know." Yet he didn't fully believe it, of course. Shouldn't he be saying how great she was too? No, because there was something else on his mind. *"Seeing as I'm such a fantastic* boyfriend...," he air-quoted as he said 'fantastic', "...what's troubling you?" There was something on her mind, and over the past few minutes since she stepped inside the kitchen, he definitely knew there was something on her mind. Ellie knew she could tell him anything, and he'll help. Advices and whatnot. You know, he was 'fantastic', after all. "She's fine."** According to Spike, Indy was tougher than she appeared and let on, so Ellie was positive she was perfectly fine. That she'd come back the next match with more fight than the last. Makings of a good Beater, no? Treyen had a good point. What good would a Quidditch official be if they couldn't get attention? "He made an excellent career choice, then," she laughed. Or whoever pointed him official made a good choice. Or both, you know. Ellie's bites became smaller and smaller as she finished up her toast, trying to prolong it. It didn't exactly work, though, for she soon had an empty plate...and then none as an elf whisked it away before she could even say anything. What if she wanted the crumbs, hmmmm? "Know but not believe, right?" Again? Not that not believing you were a fantastic boyfriend was bad necessarily. Some not-believing was good, right? Kept you humble and modest and all that? Her smile grew as she laughed about the air quotes. No, he definitely didn't believe it. But it faltered. What's bothering her? Weren't they not going to talk about it? Because, surely he meant the match, right? That was what was bothering her. Or, rather, the fact she was beat by Alec. A First Year. She chewed her lip for a while, wanting to put off answering, and giving him a chance to eat more of his ice cream, which would surely be melting soon. Her smile grew smaller and smaller so that by the time she spoke, it was gone. "I don't know if I should..." No, that wasn't right. She still believed she should play. That was all she was good at. "...could play Quidditch after Hogwarts...." Mind you, she still had to talk to Vindictus about it. He was a professional. She needed a professional's opinion. __________________ a *practical* person, who *may be considered a perfectionist, perhaps you like being organised* or *paying close attention to detail*, you are...