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Old 03-25-2012, 05:03 AM   #46 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amelia "Mia" Adair
Slytherin
Sixth Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Leigh Upstead
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year
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Max smiled as she agreed to giving him some of her time. Very good. Just as he began to move toward the table, Ellie was wrapped around his middle. He sighed softly, his heart breaking. Of course she was still going to be upset. He anticipated that. He just didn't like the fact that there was nothing he could do to help. Nothing really at least. He couldn't go back and knock out the Hufflepuff Seeker to allow her the final snatch.

He held her tightly in a comforting bear hug, though, and hoped he held some magical power to cure her of her unhappiness with his embrace. When he felt as though the hug had gone on too long by Treyen's standards, he released her, gave her an encouraging smile, took her hand softly, and led her to the table. He sat down, gesturing her to do the same.

"When I was in the hospital wing," he began, clearing his throat, "the healer said I shouldn't leave. I mean, I was fine once I was there - I ate and drank some and felt better after about twenty minutes. I wanted to come running, but she insisted I stay until after the game. She thought I might fall out of the sky or collapse in the stands or something from getting too anxious or excited." It made sense, he supposed. But he still had wanted to be there. "So, uh, since... I didn't really know what was going on with you guys... I decided, no matter the outcome of the game, you were going to be in a much different state of mind from normal." Either beyond thrilled or beyond depressed.

"Being pent up in the hospital wing was probably as nerve-wracking as being in the stands would've been. At least then I would've known what was going on. But, she just told me to calm my thoughts and not think about Quidditch or studying or anything like that. So I... asked her for some parchment and a quill. And I... well, I came up with this." He passed the folded parchment across the table to her.

Before he let her open it, he said, "I didn't know what was going to happen with the match, but I figured whether we won or lost, additional encouragement from me was always welcome, right?" He forced a smile, running a hand nervously through his hair. He wasn't an artist, nor was he a poet of any sort, but he had wanted to make sure she would have more encouragement from her than just a hug and a 'congratulations!' or an 'I'm sorry we lost, but you're still the winner in my eyes' kind of conversation.
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