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Old 07-30-2013, 02:03 PM   #74 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexander River Hirsch
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Third Year

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Text Cut: Kace!
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Originally Posted by hpfan18 View Post
Kace was dribbling and running ahead of Alec a little bit. He wanted to get some good dribbles and tricks in. He was having too much fun with this. He threw his quaffle and did a cartwheel and then caught it. That was quite impressive. He noticed Alec was behind him a little bit.

"Come on Alec! We are almost to the Practice Pitch!" he said encouraging his friend. Kace ran a little faster, nervous about the time strain.

He was dribbling and dribbling and he was almost there. Maybe he could make it before 7 minutes were up. He was sooooo close!!!!

Then he tripped over his shoes. OMFFFFHHHHHH! *slides into the grass* He didn't pay attention that his shoes were untied. He got some grass into his mouth.....*bleghh!* That tasted nasty. He spit some out and even saw his elbows got some burns on it.

He got up and managed to sprint with dribbling his quaffle to the practice pitch. Once he got there and caught his breath while tasting the dirt in his mouth, he asked Alec...."What's the time Alec?? Did we make it in 7 minutes?"


How in the name of Superman's super senses was the first year able to do THAT?! Alec was hardly able to keep the quaffle from rolling away from him and yet, Kace was doing cartwheels and catching the quaffle and breathing fire out of his nose!

... Okay... the last bit was false. But everything else was true!

But they were almost at the practice pitch! This brightened up Alec's mood considerably and he tried to dribble the quaffle faster. They did have a time limit, after all, and he had probably spent a lot of time fumbling around at the beginning. And he couldn't just leave Kace to go off ahead! Which... speaking of... Kace was FAST, did he know?

O_O

"Kace, are you--" ... Well... he was getting up again and SPRINTING to the pitch. Deciding to ask him about his well-being later, the older Puff picked up his pace by also sprinting down to the pitch, dribbling the quaffle as best as he could. His best would be good enough, yeah?

After running after the quaffle which seemed to run off track quite a number of times -- his quaffle had a mind of its own! -- he finally reached up to a spot right next to Kace and stopped the quaffle with his foot. There. "Erm..." He glanced down at his watch and smiled a little, "I say we made it just under seven minutes!" They actually only had a couple of seconds to spare so... close shave? YEAH.

"That was some awesome dribbling skills, mate. And you okay?"


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Text Cut: Mo!
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Originally Posted by Cassirin View Post
Just as they reached the hoops, Mo spotted Alec out of the corner of his eye. The dude was catching up. It was bad. This was the moment, and Mo was about to get passed. By the Hufflepuff Seeker.

Which, okay, if Mo was being honest with himself, if he was going to lose to anyone... he'd prefer it to be to a Seeker. He'd prefer to lose to Aidan, actually, but Alec was his second choice.

Mo stretched forward again and began to barrel roll away from Alec, tucking into the turn around the post and shooting back the way they'd come. He didn't see Alec at the moment... where was he?? Was this going to be one of those things where Alec appeared out of nowhere and beat him by a mile?


TIME TO TURN!

And Mo was... rolling away from him? No! How was he meant to compare their distances properly if they weren't side by side? Chaser and Seeker? Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff? Good hair and... good hair?

Thinking about all of this made the boy forget about the turn he was meant to make and... he... flew off into the sunset. Blinking, the Hufflepuff turned around sharply and looked over at where the Ravenclaw was. Man, he was FAST! And if this wasn't a race, Alec could have been really proud of the dude.

But this WAS a race and so, the sixteen year old flew forwards, his body now flat against the handle of his broom. The wind was whipping past him and everything else was forgotten for a moment or two. It felt as if he was making a speedy chase after the Snitch which made the boy hold out his hand in front of him for a minute or two.

And Mo was coming nearer... so was the point they had started off from... and they were close... and...

WHOOSH!

He flew to a stop and grinned, his breathing a little faster than normal. "That was FUN!" ... Also... who won?
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