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cake.ninjak · 03-07-2009, 09:55 AM

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Originally Posted by iheartdan

Rian smiled behind her hands. This proffessor was...not crazy, exactly, but definately...fun, might be the right word. "Umm, pretty good. I'm not one for the cold though...and I don't know hardly anything about quidditch..." Anyway... "But besides that, I'm good." she shook her head slightly. Blabbering to a teacher was kind of embarrassing.

"What about you, sir? Do you like quidditch?" she asked, tipping her head to the side slightly. "Oh, I'm Rian, by the way. Rian Potter." she slipped gloves onto her hands quickly, and smiled again when she could already feel them starting to warm up.

"Perhaps a blanket may do you some good, Miss Potter." Ian quickly conjured up a blanket for the girl and handed it to her. "It's even in Ravenclaw's house colors, because, well, why would you root for any other team?" Ian smirked and checked the pitch. No action yet.

"Do I like quidditch?! Why, of course I do! Girlie, do you know who you're talking to?" He purposely did not answer her question about who he was rooting for.

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Originally Posted by Oesed

It was clear, by the look on the girl's face whenever she saw a trace of snow, that she was not particularly fond of it. Lucky for her, though, winter seemed to be passing quicker than normal, which meant that the snow would be vanishing soon enough, as well as the ridiculous cold.

Lazily, the Ravenclaw captain made her way towards the stands, her body covered in robes that she had made sure had no trace of blue or green on them. She was supporting no one, and the only reason why the fifth year had left the warm insides of the castle, was because she had to check out the competition, and because she enjoyed a good Quidditch game. Naturally.

Now, she could only hope that this would actaully be a good game, for it ended up being a dull one, all the coldness she would have to endure would be for nothing. And Willow Kovac would have to take matters to her own hands if that ended up happening. Taking matters to her own hands meaning that she would have to have a word with the captains of both teams, and blame them for not entertaining enough, and for having to force her to deal with all the snow she had seen on her way to the stands.

Hopefully this would not happen. Not to mention that the chances that a Quidditch match would end up being boring were incredibly slim; Willow had never actually witnessed a dull Quidditch game. But there was always a first time for everything, after all.

Spotting Pinky Bunbury not wearing pink -which surprised Willow-, and Professor Ashby already there, waiting for the match start, the girl waved and smiled politely at both of them, before taking ownership of a seat around the first row of the stands.

Now she could only hope that the beaters were any good, for if they weren't, her facial features would end up ruined, and that would be simly terrible. For her and the Gryffindor and Slytherin beaters, of course--she would make sure they paid for their mistake. But she was going to be optimistic, because if they had made those teams, it meant they had to be at least decent at what they did. Huh.

They'd better be. After all, like the beater she was, Willow knew very well how dangerous a well aimed Bludger could be.

Ian smiled and waved to the Ravenclaw captain and checked the pitch again. Grah! He had already missed part of the match!

Grumbling to himself, he focused on the match, whooping and hollering every time either team scored or a player was knocked off their broom by a bludger, and especially when the Gryffindor seeker caught the first two snitches. When it came to quidditch, Ian certainly was not tolerant of weak behavior on the pitch.

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cake.ninjak Kelpie Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: BUE - Left Coast Posts: 26,240	Big Tuna \| Booger \| Team Men \| Chris's SS!BFAM \| Jules says I'm RAD \| #Superman \| Dustbin Quote: Originally Posted by iheartdan Rian smiled behind her hands. This proffessor was...not crazy, exactly, but definately...fun, might be the right word. "Umm, pretty good. I'm not one for the cold though...and I don't know hardly anything about quidditch..." Anyway... "But besides that, I'm good." she shook her head slightly. Blabbering to a teacher was kind of embarrassing. "What about you, sir? Do you like quidditch?" she asked, tipping her head to the side slightly. "Oh, I'm Rian, by the way. Rian Potter." she slipped gloves onto her hands quickly, and smiled again when she could already feel them starting to warm up. "Perhaps a blanket may do you some good, Miss Potter." Ian quickly conjured up a blanket for the girl and handed it to her. "It's even in Ravenclaw's house colors, because, well, why would you root for any other team?" Ian smirked and checked the pitch. No action yet. "Do I like quidditch?! Why, of course I do! Girlie, do you know who you're talking to?" He purposely did not answer her question about who he was rooting for. Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed It was clear, by the look on the girl's face whenever she saw a trace of snow, that she was not particularly fond of it. Lucky for her, though, winter seemed to be passing quicker than normal, which meant that the snow would be vanishing soon enough, as well as the ridiculous cold. Lazily, the Ravenclaw captain made her way towards the stands, her body covered in robes that she had made sure had no trace of blue or green on them. She was supporting no one, and the only reason why the fifth year had left the warm insides of the castle, was because she had to check out the competition, and because she enjoyed a good Quidditch game. Naturally. Now, she could only hope that this would actaully be a good game, for it ended up being a dull one, all the coldness she would have to endure would be for nothing. And Willow Kovac would have to take matters to her own hands if that ended up happening. Taking matters to her own hands meaning that she would have to have a word with the captains of both teams, and blame them for not entertaining enough, and for having to force her to deal with all the snow she had seen on her way to the stands. Hopefully this would not happen. Not to mention that the chances that a Quidditch match would end up being boring were incredibly slim; Willow had never actually witnessed a dull Quidditch game. But there was always a first time for everything, after all. Spotting Pinky Bunbury not wearing pink -which surprised Willow-, and Professor Ashby already there, waiting for the match start, the girl waved and smiled politely at both of them, before taking ownership of a seat around the first row of the stands. Now she could only hope that the beaters were any good, for if they weren't, her facial features would end up ruined, and that would be simly terrible. For her and the Gryffindor and Slytherin beaters, of course--she would make sure they paid for their mistake. But she was going to be optimistic, because if they had made those teams, it meant they had to be at least decent at what they did. Huh. They'd better be. After all, like the beater she was, Willow knew very well how dangerous a well aimed Bludger could be. Ian smiled and waved to the Ravenclaw captain and checked the pitch again. Grah! He had already missed part of the match! Grumbling to himself, he focused on the match, whooping and hollering every time either team scored or a player was knocked off their broom by a bludger, and especially when the Gryffindor seeker caught the first two snitches. When it came to quidditch, Ian certainly was not tolerant of weak behavior on the pitch.