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Originally Posted by
demented_death_eater
"That's correct, Chloe. Three points for your answer," replied Vindictus.
Realizing that no one else seemed willing to answer his question for desirable House Points, he sighed rather loudly and walked over to the purple tarp.
"Today, we're going to play Quidditch."
Long, dramatic pause.
"Old school."
The tarp was pulled off to reveal a pile of school brooms and a pile of protective padding (including padded helmets).
"I want each person to grab a broom and the protective gear. Don't forget to grab a helmet! If you choose NOT to wear the protective gear, keep in mind that I have a special 'gift' for you."
Mischevious smile.
"Once you're ready, stand by your broom and wait for me to give further instructions."
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Originally Posted by
Cinn-O-Bun
Miles' eyes widened even further and he shook his head rapidly, "Nononononononoooooooo, What about the birdie?! You can't kill the birdie!" He wouldn't have it, no sir, not happening, nu uh. He jumped up and crossed his arms, "Can't let this happen, nope, nope nope. Birdie must be saved!!!!!!" Yup he'll save the birdie! He'll release it before they play. That'll fix everything.
Heading toward the table he ignored everyone else in search of the birdie in it's little birdie cage with it's little birdie wings, all while his fingers drummed rapidly on his pants leg. Not finding a bird there though he gasped. NO! What happened to the birdie?! Where was it?! What the evil man done?! Looking at Vindictus he frowned, "Where's the bird?! What have you done with it?! It must be FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell me where it is!" Birdie freedom force UNITE!
Wooohooooooo! JD loved flying, and playing quidditch. Though he did snort when the professor said something about gear. He was a seeker, and needed to be fast. No Gear! No way hehe.
Grabbing a broomstick JD looks over and sees Miles searching around and demanding where the bird was.
Birdie? Kill the birdie? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO Diving at the table, he helps Miles search for that birdie. No birdies are gonna die, birdies are nice.
Narrowing his eyes, he turns to look at Vindi,
"Yeah, where's the birdie?" he demands.
"Sir?" His hands now on his hips with the broomstick leaning against his shoulder, he stands his ground.
No birdies, he will hide them, and keep them and make sure they're safe...