Originally Posted by cake.ninjak

"Well it's great to meet you, Peter. A pleasure." He shook the man's hand vigorously and smiled widely in the process. "You'll get used to it. I promise everyone does eventually."

He chuckled at the good sir's response and said, "Now that's the spirit!"



"Hmm. Rosabella. I'll have to think about a good nickname with you. Rosa and Bella are too obvious. I'll let you know when I think of a good one, though. Anyway, welcome to the fast, fun, and intense world behind the scenes of all the quidditch matches." He made his voice deep, like an announcer's. "Are you up for the challenge?"



Ian screamed like a small child and immediately dropped to the ground. "fjdklajsdkldja AHHHH!!!! (that's his small child scream) HIT THE DECK, KIDS!" Where's a beater when you need one? "LOOSE BLUDGER, LOOSE BLUDGER! RUNNN!!!!!!" He screamed some more and crawled to the closet, dodging the rogue bludger as it pounded the ground around him. He closed the door, fumbling for his wand. But he couldn't find it! Where was it? He frantically searched for a beater's bat, and when he found one, he burst out of the closet, holding the club like a wand toward the bludger. "You're going down!" he shouted. Letting out a war cry, Ian rushed at the bludger, which sped toward him. He wound up, and SMACKED the bludger with all his out-of-shape might his arms could muster.

WHACK! He smacked the bludger, which flew off (into his office of all places)...but when it would return, if at all, he couldn't be sure....DUN DUN DUN.