Jacob took a solid position again. Deus was finally doing what he wanted. Take out all his emotions on the Bludger, now all the kid had to do was hit him. Which of course was impossible... Jacob had too much control.

Jacob went into a back swing ang swung through. "HIT ME!" he yelled it this time more at the Bludger than Deus

Crack!

But this time it wasn't the bat that collided with the destructive ball. A searing pained rushed down his arm and shocked the rest of his body. The bat flew out of Jacobs hand, and completely out of the Stadium.

Jacob had not paid enough attention and at the last minute the ball had moved off course slightly and instead of his bat, the ball had hit him in the shoulder. The Bludger had grown tired of Jacobs games

But the pain didn't show on his face... his left arm just sat the limply

"Bahaha!" Jacob laughed madly, before...

TWEEEEEEEEEEEET!

Jacob's whistle droped from his lips as he flew down and dismounted his broom, waiting for the team to gather the equipment and gather around in the center of the pitch.

He'd let the Bat wait until he talked to Ellie and Deus personally.

As soon as Vashti heard the painful crack, all thoughts of Quidditch practice flew from her mind. Merlin's beard, another broken bone? How many injuries was this team going to have this year?

She flew immediately to where Jacob had landed, hopping off her broom once she was close enough to the ground. "We need to get you to the hospital wing," she said, eyeing him. and wondering why he didn't look like he was in pain. She was pretty sure she'd heard something crack, and it obviously wasn't the bludger. Was he one of those people that were kinda immune to pain or something? He was going to the hospital wing either way, Vashti would make sure of that.

Emily had been watching the incident after she scored. Why in the name of Merlins saggy underwear were they trying to kill each other?! she thought.
Though really it shouldn't have surprised her boys will be boys after all.

Emily turned her broom and shot down towards the pitch, to join her Captain and Vashti, only applying the brakes at the last second. Was it a serious injury? Was it as bad as Vashti's was or worse? She didn't know.
She took a few long, calculated strides and came to stop besides Jacob. She couldn't but feel a little bit squeemish at the sight of the injury.
"Yes, Hospital Wing now!" she said somewhat frantically.
"Seriously... you should go. We can pack up the equipment."

Ellie's eyes flickered from the Quaffle, to Jacob's fight, to the Quaffle...and so on. Until...

Hah.

The Bludger won.

How did Jacob react, though? It was hard to tell from where Ellie was...He was either crying (which she wouldn't be surprised if true), or laughing (...which she also wouldn't be surprised of, that would only confirm...if possible to confirm more his insanity).

And there was the whistle.

She dipped the nose of her broom to go into a smooth dive. Landing next to Jacob, she rolled her eyes at the others' concern. In her opinion, he should wait until he felt the pain. Suffer. Then go to Moretti.

But still, her lips were zipped.

Jacob waved off their concern and tried to move his arm, but it wouldn't move normally, other than his shoulder. Which was a good thing... Jacob could fix dislocated bones easily.

"I'll live." He said and with his right hand on the dislocated bone, Jacob shoved it back into place.

"AAAHHHH! Damn It!" He yelled. Melrin that hurt.

But again, he'll live. He shook his head to try and shake off the pain. And tried to move the arm, this time it went in its normal motions. It hurt like Hell but that was fine.

"Alright guys, Great practice." even if he hadn't paid attention to any of the other positions playing. "Go hit the showers, and get some homework done." and something to eat... maybe a nice chocolate cake. MMMMM!

"Ellie, Deus!" He pointed at the two ,before they left. "Stay behind, I want to talk to the two of you" cause Ellie was being Ellie, and Deus had just dislocated Jacob shoulder.... Which wasn't a bad thing.

Yes! Pain.

Thank Merlin he felt pain. That just about made Ellie's day.

She eyed Jacob, smirking, as he tested his 'fixed' arm out.

Then they were dismissed. Awesome. Gladly, Ellie turned and started to head for the locker rooms. Now that she faced AWAY from Jacob, she was fully beaming. BEAMING.

She'd only taken about two steps, though, when her name was called out.

At first, she didn't want to stay behind. She wanted to leave, go to the Great Hall and eat. And it wasn't like Jacob could really make her stay. I mean....Jacob...Ellie was certain she could best him at whatever he tried to use to force her to stay.

But she was curious. Mostly because he'd called Deus to stay, too. As in the other Beater. As in the kid playing in the position Ellie wanted. That, she thought, she could do much better in. So...maybe Jacob was switching their positions?

Wiping the smile from her face, Ellie turned back to Jacob. She let her broom fall in front of her so she could cross her arms across her chest.

What do you want, Jacob? Scowl.

Jacob watch the scowl cross the former beaters face.

She was really asking for it. But Jacob held himself back, from taking a good punch at her. But he knew that he really shouldn't do that... she already wanted him out of his captain position, and she wouldn't miss an opprotunity to actually have proof that her theory that he wasn't a good captain was true.

"You want to say something to me, then go ahead, say it!" he was starting to get fustrated with her attitude. "If I'm going to make this team work, then I want to know what it is that you want from me."

He waited for the girls response... Nia was gone, Becca was gone, JD was gone... Ellie just needed to accept that Jacob was captain now.

Deus dismounted from his broom, not exactly sure on how to react to his captain's bout with injury. He looked concerned but also a bit nervous. Why did he want to speak to him personally? And now he was nearly yelling at Ellie? What was wrong?

"You're the one who called me over here, Jacob. Why don't you just say what you were going to and let me get on with my life?" Ellie shot at him.

Seriously, just because she wasn't fully convinced he was the best choice for captain, didn't mean that she was going to degrade him all the time.

As for what she wanted from him, she was pretty sure he'd rather not hear that. Pretty sure.

Jacob just examined her face for a few minutes after she had stated her return.

She was seriously going to do this?

Jacob finally sighed and said. "Fine... If you don't want to say anything, just stop being a sour puss everytime your near me." Jacob wouldn't have held any of this against her, but if she'd rather not, then he'd let he be.

"If you're, then you're free to go." he said before turning to Deus.


"You." he said simply. "The last bludger you hit. What were you thinking about? What crossed your mind, when your bat hit the bludger?" he needed to know, it was what he would need to use if the kid was to keep getting better

What?

That was it? That...that wasn't what she'd expected or anticipated at all.

And did he seriously call her a sour puss? What was that even supposed to meannnnn? "Fine," Ellie said in a much nicer tone than before. She wouldn't admit it, but...he was right. Whatever she guessed a sour puss to be... she knew she wasn't being nice.

But...she didn't want to go now. Cuz now that he wasn't talking to Deus about what she thought it was, she wanted to know. "Was that all you wanted to say?" Are you suuuuure there's nothing more?

She was still very hopeful.

He was almost relieved when things seemed to simmer down, ever so slightly, between the two players. Stepping up to his captain, Amadeus began, "Well, I suppose I thought rather vile things. Thought about vile people who deserved to get hit with a bludger and imagined I was aiming for them, I suppose." He shrugged, his right shoulder a bit sore.

"So," He continued, swinging his bat around ever so slightly, "You want me to use that strategy for each game?"

Emily nodded at Jacob, and left the pitch heading straight for the locker room. After a nice refreshing shower Emily gathered her things and returned to the castle, where her transfiguration homework was waiting for her.

"Thank you." he said to Elie when she decided to strike a nicer tone.

Was that it, Jacob thought for a second. "Your an awesome Keeper, Keep up the good work." Get it... KEEP up the good work... KEEPER. What else did she expect Jacob to say... he then looked to deus, and back to Elie... What exactly did she expect him to say to her, here have my captains badge? Silly Willy

Jacob then turned back to Deus. Vile people? Vile Things? That wasn't nearly good enough. Exactly why Jacob would have been able to avoid the last bludger if he really tried. "No... I don't want you to use that." he said plainly. "Think harder... think of specificly one, or two people, that you hate. Take everything you hate about them, everything about them that really drives you mad... and condesne that into one thought. All that in one bludger... and do to that bludger what you'd want to do to their heads." thats why Jacob loved being beater... he didn't have to take his anger out on people. He could take it out on the bludger, and just think of that person. "Now who that one person that really sends you up the wall." unless of course he didn't want to tell Jacob, which Jacob would completely understand.

Amadeus scratched the back of his head with his non-sore, left arm, thinking for a moment. To be quite honest, there were quite a few people that got under his skin. The people that followed others like lemmings, the people that led the lemmings (because really, the only leader should be Amadeus Kipling), weepy people, girls so concerned with the exterior that their brains were mere bits of fluff and nothing more, et cetera.

Of course, Deus wasn't silly enough to list off the people that ticked him off, especially to his captain. Finally, he found the right answer: "It varies from day to day. Should I just go with the general population of nincompoops ?" Chuckling, he continued, "Don't worry, captain. I was just a bit put out today, even though I know that's no excuse. I'll definitely take your advice."

Blink.

Blink.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN JACOB JUST SAID THANK YOU.

Which was just astonishing to Ellie. Mostly because he said it to her.

But what surprised her even MORE (which she didn't even think was possible), was that he COMPLIMENTED her. Like... a serious, for real, legitimate compliment!

Ellie was blushing. MAJORLY. It was just...TOO weird. Too weird.

"Thank you, Jacob," she said, rocking back and forth on her feet.

Now comes the 'But you're a better beater. Deus, Ellie, switch positions.' MHM. Any second now.

Nika ran with her customized broom in hand. She looked behind her and saw Samira struggling to catch up. How did Nika get in the lead anyways? Hmph weird.... "Samira is it alright if I play with my customized broom that I had to make for Flying class? I know that the flying professor said that they're illegal to use in real matches, but I thought that since we weren't playing a real match. Besides the only thing that makes it different from a regular broom is the color." Nika held out her broom for Samira to see that there is nothing else special about it. "See?"

Samira blinked. "Wow," she said. "Very...colorful." Personally, Samira thought that green and silver would have worked better, but we can't all have the same taste can we? She nodded. "Sure. No probs." Maybe if we ever use it in a scrimmage match it would blind everyone else on the opposing team... the thought made Samira smile.

She clapped her hands once and then placed them on her waist. She went into instant serious mode. Quiddich was serious business, folks. The fact that Nika never played-gah! Samira didn't even want to think of something so horrible.

"Let's get to business. Tell me everything you already know about Quiddich. The Game of Life." What? It was the Game Of Life! Please let her know something. Samira would be distraught if Nika didn't even know anything,

"Umm well I watched a few of the Gryffindor matches before and err. Well they ride on brooms. And throw balls. And some guy is trying to smack you with a bat. And uhhh there is a goalie!" Nika was confused. It's like a mix of basketball, baseball, football (soccer), and maybe some rugby. But on brooms? "I think...." Nika added incase she is wrong which she probably is.

Samira resisted the strong urge to slap her palm to her forehead. Merlin help me...

"Um. Sure, yeah." Yeah, if you wanted the very, very simple, striped down, and blanket answer. Samira could explain Quidditch when she was three. In her sleep.

"What the heck is a goalie?" She waved a hand and didn't pause to let Nika answer. "Never mind. This is worse than I thought!" she started to pace back and forth on the pitch. "So here's the basics: There are seven people on the team, total. There are three goals. Each team has one Keeper who guards the goals to keep the Quaffle out. A Quaffle is what the teams use to pass and score. There are three Chasers. Those are the people who score the goals using the Quaffle. Are you following so far? The guy that 'tries to smack you with a bat' is called a beater. (And they don't try to smack the players with a bat!) There are two of them and there job is to keep bludgers-those big balls that try to hit the players-away from their team mates and aim it at the opposing team. She paused. A moment to make sure Nika was following. "But there is one other player as well. Last, but certainly not least." she paused again, but this time for dramatic effect. "The Seeker," she stopped pacing and looked at Nika. The Seeker's job is to catch the golden snitch. Tiny, fast, and unbelievably difficult to find, the Snitch zooms around the entire pitch, and only the Seeker can catch it. In a way, they are the most important player." Not that all the players weren't extremely important and necessary, but, well, it's true! "The object of the game is to score more points than your opponents. Each goal is worth ten points and catching the Snitch is worth one-hundred fifty points. The game ends when the Snitch is caught or an agreement is reached between the captains of both teams. Some games can go on for many days if the Snitch is not caught," Samira really hoped Nika was paying attention, because she was putting her heart and soul into this lesson!

She clapped her hands once again. "And that's Quidditch." She grinned. "Alrighty! Any questions, concerns, or comments?"

Nika's mouth hung open and her eyes were following Samira as she paced back and forth. That's a lot of words. Nika just nodded and said a quick "Mhhm" here and there to make it seem like she was processing all of it. Samira was talking a bit faster than Nika's brain could comprehend everything and so it just turned out a jumbled mess. Nika only understood select words and phrases. All she got is: 'Keeper= goalie, Quaffle is a big ball, beaters don't hit people, seeker.... important?, snitch small, bludger= dangerous.' Nika raised an eyebrow and looked at Samira. "Oh, makes sense?" Her answer sounded a bit unsure, but she wasn't completely confident that she understood everything right away. "So it's like football, but on brooms with a mix of baseball in there?" Nika didn't know any other way of summing it up.

Samira beamed. "Great!" Samira was so excited she didn't even realize the tone of Nika's voice clearly stated she wasn't following everything. "But um...what's football?"

"ONly the BEST sport ever! And my favorite!!!" Nika loved football as much as Samira seemed to love Quidditch. Possibly even more.

Well THAT cleared things up... "Ok, great, but how do you play it?" Believe it or not, Samira was actually interested in a sport other than Quiddich.

"Well it's you know... played like football? You can't tell me that you have never heard of it before!??!?!?!" Nika shook her head. "No that's impossible! It's the most popular sport in the world! You have to have heard of it!" Nika was in shock.