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Magical Soul · 03-10-2012, 07:42 PM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Emrys kept his eyes fixed on the pitch - not that he understood anything that was happening - but he figured it must be good for Gryffindor given Professor Bentley's exuberance.

"Not really rooting for anyone in particular." His eyes traveled back and forth along the pitch. "I don't really understand Quidditch." He drummed his fingers against his knee, raising an eyebrow as she spoke.

Snuggly? Was she saying that, compared to her, he was snuggly? Well, that was a kiss of death right there. His heart sank and he sucked on his teeth, making it look like he had a particularly sour lemon drop in his mouth.

And suddenly she was on her feet and he was covering his ears. Looking up at her a little startled, he dropped his hands into a polite clap. "Woo, Gryffindor?" He weakly pumped his fist into the air, his bottom still firmly on the seat.

Sighing, completely annoyed with himself, he looked at the pitch. "Do you play?"

Focusing on him as he spoke, Louisa stayed on her feet. Why was his face contracted? Did she say something wrong? It wouldn't be the first time but Louisa was being very careful with Emrys. Her efforts were obvious! "I don't like it. And it's really not that hard to get." Without permission, she grabbed his wrist and tugged at him to stand up too. Her eyes were focused on the pitch, "You see those people with the bat? Those are the ones that try to slam the heavy ball at the other team players. The one standing by the three hoops is the Keeper, keeps the ball from going in. Those players who stay away for most of the game and suddenly start flying like hell are the golden-ball seekers. Everybody else is Chasers, they try to get the ball into the hoops." Breeeeath.

Does she play? MAJOR SCOFF. "No. I don't like it." Louisa made a huge deal of acting nonchalant. Her sucking flying skills had absolutely NOTHING to do with this.

Just saying.

"Also.. that wasn't a cheer," she chuckled, "I barely heard it. You need to shout!" Duuuh. Glancing at Bentley, she chuckled again, "Not when Bentley's this close anyway." Back to her assignment... the boy in the bubble, "I don't know any catchy phrases but I don't care!" She extended her arms in a dramatic careless gesture. "Ready?" This should be interesting. "One.. two... three! GO GRYFFINDORS!"

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Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	She's... pushy mellow Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe Emrys kept his eyes fixed on the pitch - not that he understood anything that was happening - but he figured it must be good for Gryffindor given Professor Bentley's exuberance. "Not really rooting for anyone in particular." His eyes traveled back and forth along the pitch. "I don't really understand Quidditch." He drummed his fingers against his knee, raising an eyebrow as she spoke. Snuggly? Was she saying that, compared to her, he was snuggly? Well, that was a kiss of death right there. His heart sank and he sucked on his teeth, making it look like he had a particularly sour lemon drop in his mouth. And suddenly she was on her feet and he was covering his ears. Looking up at her a little startled, he dropped his hands into a polite clap. "Woo, Gryffindor?" He weakly pumped his fist into the air, his bottom still firmly on the seat. Sighing, completely annoyed with himself, he looked at the pitch. "Do you play?" Focusing on him as he spoke, Louisa stayed on her feet. Why was his face contracted? Did she say something wrong? It wouldn't be the first time but Louisa was being very careful with Emrys. Her efforts were obvious! "I don't like it. And it's really not that hard to get." Without permission, she grabbed his wrist and tugged at him to stand up too. Her eyes were focused on the pitch, "You see those people with the bat? Those are the ones that try to slam the heavy ball at the other team players. The one standing by the three hoops is the Keeper, keeps the ball from going in. Those players who stay away for most of the game and suddenly start flying like hell are the golden-ball seekers. Everybody else is Chasers, they try to get the ball into the hoops." Breeeeath. Does she play? MAJOR SCOFF. "No. I don't like it." Louisa made a huge deal of acting nonchalant. Her sucking flying skills had absolutely NOTHING to do with this. Just saying. "Also.. that wasn't a cheer," she chuckled, "I barely heard it. You need to shout!" Duuuh. Glancing at Bentley, she chuckled again, "Not when Bentley's this close anyway." Back to her assignment... the boy in the bubble, "I don't know any catchy phrases but I don't care!" She extended her arms in a dramatic careless gesture. "Ready?" This should be interesting. "One.. two... three! GO GRYFFINDORS!"