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Cedric · 03-01-2014, 03:18 AM

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Originally Posted by HaRoHeGiNeLu

The snow was nice, it felt good on his nose when it made its way past the leaves of the tree. It was also amusing watching those around him start mini snowmen and angels and snowball fights. He was actually laughing at one first year girl who slipped and face planted and seemed awfully upset about it when he felt a soft blow to his chest.

Of course, it didn't hurt, but it did take him by surprise. Aidan turned his attention to who it was, causing his face to light up. Schuyler.

"Oi!" he called at her, feigning defeat. The next second, however, he crouched and charged at her, aiming to tackle her at the waist.

Woot woooooot.

Schuyler was impressed with herself. She had a decent arm there. Maybe that single year of playing second string chaser at Salem had made itself useful for the purpose of chucking snowballs. Was Aidan not going to fight back? Naaaw, she WANTED him to fight back!

She leaned over to get some more snow, but just as her hand scooped up a bit of white fluff, she heard thumps. Like, the thumps and crunch of footsteps on snow. Pretty fast pace, too....

One-person stampede! In the form of a fifth year Ravenclaw. Charging at her.

The Gryffindor shot back up and a giddy shriek escaped her throat as she tried to run away in time. Only by the time she attempted to dodge him, it was too late. Aidan had managed a successful tackle right at his target, which meant Schuyler was flat on her back a moment later. Flat on her back and laughing. "Hey!" She managed through giggles.

Gosh, if muggle American football had caught on for wizards, Aidan would definitely have some potential there. She moved her hands to either side of her and scooped up handfuls of snow to plop on top of his head. There. A snowcap. heh.

03-01-2014, 03:18 AM	#336 (permalink)
Cedric DERP Mooncalf Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: Winterfell Posts: 6,733 Hogwarts RPG Name: Samuel Chevalier Graduated x2	Aidella \| King of Confusion \| Brittana \| Forever ACROMANTULA Quote: Originally Posted by HaRoHeGiNeLu The snow was nice, it felt good on his nose when it made its way past the leaves of the tree. It was also amusing watching those around him start mini snowmen and angels and snowball fights. He was actually laughing at one first year girl who slipped and face planted and seemed awfully upset about it when he felt a soft blow to his chest. Of course, it didn't hurt, but it did take him by surprise. Aidan turned his attention to who it was, causing his face to light up. Schuyler. "Oi!" he called at her, feigning defeat. The next second, however, he crouched and charged at her, aiming to tackle her at the waist. Woot woooooot. Schuyler was impressed with herself. She had a decent arm there. Maybe that single year of playing second string chaser at Salem had made itself useful for the purpose of chucking snowballs. Was Aidan not going to fight back? Naaaw, she WANTED him to fight back! She leaned over to get some more snow, but just as her hand scooped up a bit of white fluff, she heard thumps. Like, the thumps and crunch of footsteps on snow. Pretty fast pace, too.... One-person stampede! In the form of a fifth year Ravenclaw. Charging at her. The Gryffindor shot back up and a giddy shriek escaped her throat as she tried to run away in time. Only by the time she attempted to dodge him, it was too late. Aidan had managed a successful tackle right at his target, which meant Schuyler was flat on her back a moment later. Flat on her back and laughing. "Hey!" She managed through giggles. Gosh, if muggle American football had caught on for wizards, Aidan would definitely have some potential there. She moved her hands to either side of her and scooped up handfuls of snow to plop on top of his head. There. A snowcap. heh. __________________