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Lexers 
Pshawwwwwwww. There was her boyfriend. She waved with a small smile. "Morrrrrrrrrrrrrning Oliver. Enjoying the fly?" She winked, turning to see James thwack another rock. She needed to get into the game. And a kiss.
She smiled for a moment, her eyes flitting to Oliver. Best not to let her boyfriend see that..
AHEM.
Time to hit some blooders. It looked fun.
Ke-THUNK
And the dull sound of wood hitting rock was strangely satisfying.
She was going to enjoy this.
Hearing a few voices shouting his name, Oliver took that to be that they were on his team. He squinted towards Treyen and grinned at him. The kid should have been in goal, not him. He was a little gem that kid, Hufflepuff’s secret weapon.
More yelling, but a smile pulled at his lips when he caught sight of Cameron with her Beater's Bat held confidently in hand.
Merlin, she was totally hawt when she was showing those rocks who was boss.
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“Awesome!” He grinned in reply.
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Tegz "You got it." Jimmy veered of, finding that the padding was awkward but not unbearably so. The broom was kinda lame. Not as bad as he'd expected but ROCK! Jimmy twisted and smacked the bludger!rock out of the way of the Slytherin fella. And then, because he was a butthead like that, he blew a little kiss at Cam. All in good fun of course.
And where was Neptune?
His eyes flitted to Jimmy just in time to see him blowing a kiss at the wee lassy.
“DUDE!” He yelled, waving his hands to get the kid's attention.
“You mind not making kissy faces at my girlfriend!?” But he smirked – it was just friendly warning. In all honesty he wasn't all that bothered by it.
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demented_death_eater Vindictus had been watching the lesson solemnly but now he wanted to have a bit of fun.
And watch the students scream.
Yes, he enchanted the large rocks (maybe you could call them mini-boulders) to zoom around and now he pulled out his wand to give them some more oomph.
With precision, he sent a rock towards a group of students standing on the grass talking about what to do.
The rocks movements suddenly became rather erratic. The Snake ducked as one whistled past his ear, narrowly missing him. He grinned as he looked out over the players. Just watching the chaos out there was exhilarating. Chaos. heh. Just the way Oliver liked things.
But,
huh? Was
no one going to challenge him? It was all well and good watching the game but the lad wanted to be part of that action, you know?
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Steelsheen Careening towards the Headboy, the Slytherin lad didnt realize this until it was too late The Headboy's a Slyth? "Hey Curly gitouttadawaayyy!!!" he bellowed as he swung the Quaffle for the basket-- and headed straight for the HeadBoy. Impact Imminent.
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CharGryffindor Rubiey was flying faster than she had ever gone before. Her long brown hair was coming out of her lose bun, but she didn't care, right now all that mattered was her, the quaffle that hung on her arm, and those baskets.
She felt rather than saw the older kids that flanked her, and she grinned. There was no way in hell she was dropping this. About ten feet away from the baskets, she raised her arm, and threw the quaffle with all the strength she could muster.
Pleaaaaase let it go in!!
The moment that thought entered his head, things made a turn on the pitch, it was like the other players had read his mind. His head jerked upwards when he heard the voice of one of his fellow Slytherins bellowing for him to
'gitouttadawaayyy!!!' It had to be him, right? No one else went by the name of Curly.
His eyes narrowed to slits, both hands on his broom for control. The guy wasn't slowing and it was too late to move.. not that he would.
CRACK! Came the sound of wood on wood (or was it bone on bone?) as the large boy veered straight into him.
“AUGH!” The Slytherin yelled, his left hand being caught in the collision. He reached out with his right, making a grab for the Quaffle.
He successfully batted the Quaffle out of the way with the tips of his fingers, He gripped his broom tightly with the other ignoring the pain as the Quaffle made it's decent towards the ground.
In the chaos, he didn't see the little Gryffindor busy throwing the Quaffle towards the goal and it sailed into the basket smoothly, unnoticed by the goalie who was somewhat distracted by his current predicament.
“Nice try.” He hissed rather visiously at the Slytherin dude, spitting out onto pitch below. Exactly why hadn't this kid been on the team last year?
Just how many was Oliver playing against here? Had they all decided amongst themselves to take on the might that was Captain Greenwood? Hehe! Awesome.
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