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Angie · 02-20-2010, 01:50 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Daffy.Potter

OHEMGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Quidditch game! Quidditch game!

The excitement was literally about to explode from Livvy's chest. It had only taken her a few moments to make her way to the Quidditch pitch, all bundled up in clothing. She tried her best to accommodate the Gryffindor colors, considering she was rooting for Gryffindor because... she just liked them better. She had worn SPECIAL red converse along with a SPECIAL red scarf. But that was the best she could do. No way was Livvy going to find a red hat or coat to wear. As for pants? Jeans was the clear way to go.

Waddling on up to the stands, she stuffed her hands into her brown coat pockets for warmth. Thank Merlin they would be playing later when it would hopefully be warmer. Livvy had no respect for the winter time, especially when it came in the way of Quidditch. It was just plain old annoying. Snow? Pfft. It was overrated.

Yummy tasting snow? Mhm. Could be considered.

FUH-REEEEEZZZING. Brrrrr... Livvy shivered and glanced around as she walked, making her way to the top. Easier way to find people. Oh yeah. Her head turned to stare at the empty Quidditch Pitch and because she wasn't looking forward, oh dear on her part, the Head Girl walked too close to the benches and her leg kicked a ball of whateveeerrrr right in the gut. Whoooopsies!

....

Ian stumbled forward, and, had it not been for the fact that he WAS real used to be suffering accidents, the boy would have landed on his face. Thankfully, he caught himself and shot to his feet to his feet at once, looking for the culprit and ignoring the sore spot the rude person had left on him because of that bloody kick.

Bloody hell. Quidditch was supposed to be SAFE for the people that WEREN'T playing. UUUGHHHH. Ian STOMPED his foot and was ready to shout something that would undoubtedly land him on detention, when he realized WHO was to blame for.

Oh. Authority person with pretty hair. "'Sup, Head Girl," Grumbled the boy with a frown, as he flattened his hair. "Last time I check kicking innocent people was frowned upon by society, but I guess things change so that's cool," Finishing his pointless rambling, the fifth year sat back on his seat.

02-20-2010, 01:50 AM	#32 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Magnet for accidents, Ian has it. Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Daffy.Potter OHEMGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Quidditch game! Quidditch game! The excitement was literally about to explode from Livvy's chest. It had only taken her a few moments to make her way to the Quidditch pitch, all bundled up in clothing. She tried her best to accommodate the Gryffindor colors, considering she was rooting for Gryffindor because... she just liked them better. She had worn SPECIAL red converse along with a SPECIAL red scarf. But that was the best she could do. No way was Livvy going to find a red hat or coat to wear. As for pants? Jeans was the clear way to go. Waddling on up to the stands, she stuffed her hands into her brown coat pockets for warmth. Thank Merlin they would be playing later when it would hopefully be warmer. Livvy had no respect for the winter time, especially when it came in the way of Quidditch. It was just plain old annoying. Snow? Pfft. It was overrated. Yummy tasting snow? Mhm. Could be considered. FUH-REEEEEZZZING. Brrrrr... Livvy shivered and glanced around as she walked, making her way to the top. Easier way to find people. Oh yeah. Her head turned to stare at the empty Quidditch Pitch and because she wasn't looking forward, oh dear on her part, the Head Girl walked too close to the benches and her leg kicked a ball of whateveeerrrr right in the gut. Whoooopsies! .... Ian stumbled forward, and, had it not been for the fact that he WAS real used to be suffering accidents, the boy would have landed on his face. Thankfully, he caught himself and shot to his feet to his feet at once, looking for the culprit and ignoring the sore spot the rude person had left on him because of that bloody kick. Bloody hell. Quidditch was supposed to be SAFE for the people that WEREN'T playing. UUUGHHHH. Ian STOMPED his foot and was ready to shout something that would undoubtedly land him on detention, when he realized WHO was to blame for. Oh. Authority person with pretty hair. "'Sup, Head Girl," Grumbled the boy with a frown, as he flattened his hair. "Last time I check kicking innocent people was frowned upon by society, but I guess things change so that's cool," Finishing his pointless rambling, the fifth year sat back on his seat. __________________