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Daffy.Potter · 02-20-2010, 03:35 AM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

Ian had ABOSOLUTELY no idea what the hell was going on the pitch, except that everyone was flying far TOO fast to NOT get hurt. He was sure that by the time it ended, a bunch of them would have blood on several parts of their bodies, and more than a few bruises. NOT that they seemed particularly bothered by this; they all seemed to be intent on grabbing that red ball and smashing the bludger against each other.

McKensie approved of the latter.

Oh, Livvy was talking again, and about him, nonetheless. He gave her a quick look, and then fix his blue eyes back on the game. "I'm not familiar with the whole PERSONAL SPACE business, you know. I have sisters, and a bunch of cousins, and a sometimes overbearing mum, so I tend to forget what that stands for." Really, it wasn't important to him. He didn't really take much room, after all.

Mmm. Ian didn't know much about Quidditch (translation = he knew nothing) but it seemed to him that Gryffindor was doing better than the Green ones? Whatever. "You have to be a lunatic to willingly play this game. I mean, everyone gets hurt when playing! Getting hurt is no fun, I would know. Really, it's okay to be a lunatic, as long as you are not really dangerous." That made a lot of sense. "But then, I guess there's not much of a difference, since ... most girls are pretty dangerous." Ian meant that most of them were bullies, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings by being so blunt about her genre.

When Livvy launched herself into some pretty Quidditch heavy explanation, Ian's head tilted to one side and listened. Or at least he pretended to listen and understand whatever it was that she was talking about. Such a simple question he'd asked, and such a CONFUSING answer Livvy had given him. Women. But first things first. "What did you call me?" He looked at her, again, quizzically. But said look quickly melted, and became an amused one, that was only accentuated by the crooked grin that took over his mouth. "Have YOU landed on your backside? Probably, since we supposedly learn from our mistakes and YOU seem to know plenty about it."

SNITCH! Whoa there.

Eyes were all on the seekers. Estrogen Boy no longer existed for the Quidditch players were what mattered the most. Out of the corner of her eye. She also spotted Chris and at that, Livvy smiled gently. She couldn't help but feel proud that one of her best friends had gotten the Beater position on the team. Even though that meant they would be opponents and chances are he just might aim to knock her off her broom, she was proud of that boy alright.

At least he liked Quidditch and understand how it all worked, unlike someone that was sitting next to her. Her eyes returned to land on Estro Boy intently and she just stared at him as he commented about 'personal space'. Ah. Go figure. Livvy simply just shrugged. "Fine then." She was going to push it. There were more important matters to attend to, rather than discuss the meaning of 'personal space' with someone who didn't... like... QUIDDITCH. Crazy! Maybe if she begged Adrienne, she could take on the bat and swing that bludger right at that deprived and ignorant boy's face. Quidditch. How could you NOT like Quidditch?

GRYFFINDOR YES!!!! Livvy grinned as she clapped cheerfully. YAAAAYY. Go... whoever that seeker was. Blink. Oh. That... that was the captain. Captain Whatshisface. Seemed like Livvy was all about short term memory loss these days.

Oh goody. He was talking again. She looked over, letting out a gentle sigh. Oh booyyyyy. "I think you're honestly misusing the word 'lunatic'. Lunatics are insane. Reckless. Foolish. Quidditch players are none. Insane? No. Last I checked none of us were mentally deranged. Reckless? We think through our actions thank you very much. Foolish? We know what we're doing, how to do it right, and the results so foolishness isn't an attribute. Though I suppose being a lunatic isn't too bad," Livvy reasoned. Quidditch players were NOT lunatics. Well. Maybe. ~~Willow had been pretty close.~~

At what Estro Boy said next, Livvy had to laugh. That was the first time that she actually agreed with him. First time she thought he was funny. Good job Estro. And... why... was he staring at her all confused? Blink.

She thought that what she had said about the chances of near-death were quite simple. Guess not.

Oh. Shoot. He caught on. And Livvy had hoped that he would be too... "confused" to even notice. But apparently that not only was he deprived, insane for not liking Quidditch, and really odd... he was annoyingly sharp and attentive. Most of the time at least. "Oh hush. I developed a nickname for you when we met and I can't seem to remember your actual name... so I guess it'll have to do." Though she could've just asked him... but... oh wellz. Estro boy was a way cooler name than whatever his actual name was.

02-20-2010, 03:35 AM	#74 (permalink)
Daffy.Potter Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Flyingpigs. [GMT-5] Posts: 12,081 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercedes A. Finklestein x7 x3	James' Violin Buddy \| Josey's Duckie ♥ \| \| Dandruffie's BFF \| O Sparkly One Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed Ian had ABOSOLUTELY no idea what the hell was going on the pitch, except that everyone was flying far TOO fast to NOT get hurt. He was sure that by the time it ended, a bunch of them would have blood on several parts of their bodies, and more than a few bruises. NOT that they seemed particularly bothered by this; they all seemed to be intent on grabbing that red ball and smashing the bludger against each other. McKensie approved of the latter. Oh, Livvy was talking again, and about him, nonetheless. He gave her a quick look, and then fix his blue eyes back on the game. "I'm not familiar with the whole PERSONAL SPACE business, you know. I have sisters, and a bunch of cousins, and a sometimes overbearing mum, so I tend to forget what that stands for." Really, it wasn't important to him. He didn't really take much room, after all. Mmm. Ian didn't know much about Quidditch (translation = he knew nothing) but it seemed to him that Gryffindor was doing better than the Green ones? Whatever. "You have to be a lunatic to willingly play this game. I mean, everyone gets hurt when playing! Getting hurt is no fun, I would know. Really, it's okay to be a lunatic, as long as you are not really dangerous." That made a lot of sense. "But then, I guess there's not much of a difference, since ... most girls are pretty dangerous." Ian meant that most of them were bullies, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings by being so blunt about her genre. When Livvy launched herself into some pretty Quidditch heavy explanation, Ian's head tilted to one side and listened. Or at least he pretended to listen and understand whatever it was that she was talking about. Such a simple question he'd asked, and such a CONFUSING answer Livvy had given him. Women. But first things first. "What did you call me?" He looked at her, again, quizzically. But said look quickly melted, and became an amused one, that was only accentuated by the crooked grin that took over his mouth. "Have YOU landed on your backside? Probably, since we supposedly learn from our mistakes and YOU seem to know plenty about it." SNITCH! Whoa there. Eyes were all on the seekers. Estrogen Boy no longer existed for the Quidditch players were what mattered the most. Out of the corner of her eye. She also spotted Chris and at that, Livvy smiled gently. She couldn't help but feel proud that one of her best friends had gotten the Beater position on the team. Even though that meant they would be opponents and chances are he just might aim to knock her off her broom, she was proud of that boy alright. At least he liked Quidditch and understand how it all worked, unlike someone that was sitting next to her. Her eyes returned to land on Estro Boy intently and she just stared at him as he commented about 'personal space'. Ah. Go figure. Livvy simply just shrugged. "Fine then." She was going to push it. There were more important matters to attend to, rather than discuss the meaning of 'personal space' with someone who didn't... like... QUIDDITCH. Crazy! Maybe if she begged Adrienne, she could take on the bat and swing that bludger right at that deprived and ignorant boy's face. Quidditch. How could you NOT like Quidditch? GRYFFINDOR YES!!!! Livvy grinned as she clapped cheerfully. YAAAAYY. Go... whoever that seeker was. Blink. Oh. That... that was the captain. Captain Whatshisface. Seemed like Livvy was all about short term memory loss these days. Oh goody. He was talking again. She looked over, letting out a gentle sigh. Oh booyyyyy. "I think you're honestly misusing the word 'lunatic'. Lunatics are insane. Reckless. Foolish. Quidditch players are none. Insane? No. Last I checked none of us were mentally deranged. Reckless? We think through our actions thank you very much. Foolish? We know what we're doing, how to do it right, and the results so foolishness isn't an attribute. Though I suppose being a lunatic isn't too bad," Livvy reasoned. Quidditch players were NOT lunatics. Well. Maybe. ~~Willow had been pretty close.~~ At what Estro Boy said next, Livvy had to laugh. That was the first time that she actually agreed with him. First time she thought he was funny. Good job Estro. And... why... was he staring at her all confused? Blink. She thought that what she had said about the chances of near-death were quite simple. Guess not. Oh. Shoot. He caught on. And Livvy had hoped that he would be too... "confused" to even notice. But apparently that not only was he deprived, insane for not liking Quidditch, and really odd... he was annoyingly sharp and attentive. Most of the time at least. "Oh hush. I developed a nickname for you when we met and I can't seem to remember your actual name... so I guess it'll have to do." Though she could've just asked him... but... oh wellz. Estro boy was a way cooler name than whatever his actual name was.