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HOPEendures 
Oh...OH...oh...
That was her thought process on it. Oh....no! How was that even fair? She hadn't been at the school for but TWO YEARS and the first was spent being old and achy and tired and just plain unhappy. This was supposed to compensate for it. She was supposed to fly and hang out with the team and being...just being. Have fun like any other average witch...
Hope looked around and then looked down at the table trying to collect herself. She won't be talked out of it. That was that then. Did that mean she didn't have any friends, after all, it was Quidditch that kind of held them together right? She looked up at the faces there and she finally stopped to stare at Mo. "It doesn't change anything. Quidditch or not." She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince, them or herself. "We're still a team." Part of her was still angry because it had been one of the things she had looked forward to most of all when she was packing her trunk. However, she was set on keeping the team together.
NO! They were a family. Win together. Lose together. Play or not. There for each other. FAMILY. It was the one piece of hope she had to cling to for the year. "They can't cancel it for too long, can they? After all, the students will get restless. Tensions will build. Tempers will rise." People will be put on edge. She already was.
"We're still a team." She repeated those words one last time as if daring for anyone to contradict those words. Who knew that one year could affect a person as much as it did Hope Evans.
Hope was a little ray of sunshine, and Mo leaned forward to ruffle her hair and grin in her direction. Why wasn't he being more like her? Mo was all silver linings, but today he was all dark cloud. When had he stopped being more like Hope? When had he LOST Hope?
"Yeah, exactly. We're still a team. It'll have to come back, and when it does, we're going to sweep the pitch them them." And they could all train and play and hang-out and have fun together in the meantime.
"Let's plan something for the common room for tonight."
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grangerfan8 Dora squished up closer to Mo the minute their elbows were linked and leaned against him, eyes wandering around the great hall still. Nothing exciting but definitely a lot of wondering. Why were all of these graduates here? And law enforcement no less? At least she assumed from what she knew about some. Wasn't it a bit late to seek out their assistance in whatever troubles had passed? Unless there was new trouble. She wouldn't be surprised if there was, but usually these things waited until the first week of school had passed.
"That's an understatement, Marcus Orion." Seriously. "We'll have to keep each other entertained to distract from all the nonsense." And the lack of a best friend. That too.
She spotted Nigel and offered him the briefest of smiles, but mostly kept her eyes on the sorting and the out of place graduates. Her ears on the table though, catching what Mo was saying but not reacting except to give him a slight squeeze.
He could still hang out with her and Nigel on night patrols.
Dora was oddly
comforting in his hour of need, and Mo squeezed her right back without comment. It didn't require comment, 'cause he thought he knew what she meant. Solidarity and 'this place is rubbish', with a healthy dose of thankful feelings that whatever else was wrong, they had each other and weren't Hufflepuffs.
"I'm the best at entertaining. Note it."
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feeheeheeny That was why Mo was so sad. No more Quidditch, no more captaining - and on his last term. Tragic. Without thinking, Sophie instinctively scooted closer to Toby on the bench and laced her fingers with his underneath the table, not daring to steal a peek at his face for when he realized what was going on, too. But with the simple gesture, she was letting him know she was there for him.
"Y'cant just cancel Quidditch. That's dumb." She was more baffled than anything. What kind of threat was targeted toward Quidditch? Did someone hold a grudge that they couldn't play well or something? She had loads of questions, but it didn't seem that Mo knew very much about it or he would've told them the full story straight away. So, instead of pressing further, Sophie pursed her lips thoughtfully. Well. At least she didn't have to worry about letting the team down this term.
"No, you'll always be our captain, Captain. We love you. But none more than me." A flash of a teasing grin was shot around at the others at the table, but then she squeezed Toby's hand and looked at him for the first time to search his eyes for a reaction on how he was taking the news. Quidditch was his life, and she knew it. Poor guy.
...And cousin Max's girlfriend was there? Whaaat?
That was one of the signs of growing up, right? That when bad news happened, and one did not have a Sophie climbing around in his beard, a guy should assume his Sophie had grown up. He probably didn't mind it, although it felt vaguely wrong not to have her clinging to him.
"They can, and they did. And we're going to live with it." He said it a bit gruffly, although it was followed by a smile. He followed Sophie's sightline and grunted his disapproval.
"That's my sister, there. The blond one?"