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AmbiguouslyMe · 03-10-2012, 08:00 PM

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

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!"

If it were possible to swallow your tongue out of surprise, Emrys would have done so right then as he was wrenched to his feet. Wobbling a little bit as he tried to regain his balance, he resisted the urge to ask her what on earth she was thinking. What if he'd fallen? He looked down the stands and swallowed hard as he imagined tumbling down and then falling off the edge.

He listened, but only slightly, as she explained the mechanics of the game. He laughed. "Oh, I understand the fundamentals of how the game is played. What I don't really understand is why anyone would want to. And while I know the history of how the various elements of the game came to be, I still have not found a satisfactory answer to the question 'why'."

He raised an eyebrow and gave another half-hearted woot. "If you don't like it, why are you here?"

Sure, she could ask him the same question, but, well, she hadn't yet.

03-10-2012, 08:00 PM	#283 (permalink)
AmbiguouslyMe SA & DMLE Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Boston Posts: 6,674 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hazel Martin-Pryce First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Scout MacIntyre Daily Prophet Reporter x4	Granddaddy Ravenclaw \| \| Jermione Granger Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul 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!" If it were possible to swallow your tongue out of surprise, Emrys would have done so right then as he was wrenched to his feet. Wobbling a little bit as he tried to regain his balance, he resisted the urge to ask her what on earth she was thinking. What if he'd fallen? He looked down the stands and swallowed hard as he imagined tumbling down and then falling off the edge. He listened, but only slightly, as she explained the mechanics of the game. He laughed. "Oh, I understand the fundamentals of how the game is played. What I don't really understand is why anyone would want to. And while I know the history of how the various elements of the game came to be, I still have not found a satisfactory answer to the question 'why'." He raised an eyebrow and gave another half-hearted woot. "If you don't like it, why are you here?" Sure, she could ask him the same question, but, well, she hadn't yet.