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Sighing quietly, a small smile appeared on her lips as they both stood there, but after a moment, or a lifetime...she couldn't tell the difference, she pulled back, only to move closer again. She may have forgotten the coldness before, but the sudden chill when she wasn't close to him could only remind her they were outside. "Josh..." she muttered, hoping he heard over the crowd. Opening her mouth to continue, a sudden shiver had her words lost. Brr. "Can we go somewhere else?" Not exactly what she had in mind to say, but she'd be able to speak clearly without the inevitable stuttering and shivering that would soon show up if they were someplace warmer. |
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"Hey you. Sorry I'm late, over slept... again. My alarm didn't go off." *Matty said with a wink and a laugh.* "You okay?" |
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What? Someone's alarm didn't go off? Looking up she got a HUGE smile on her face and totally forgot about what was going on out on the pitch. "Hey yourself." She said grabbing Matty's hand and pulling him onto the bench with her. "My alarm didn't go off either. I just got out here a few minutes ago... I missed the whole match." Putting an arm around him she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "We really should do something about those alarms of ours." |
"Yeah... we really should look into that." *Matty said with a laugh. Putting an arm around her as well he kissed the top of her head then turned to the pitch.* "Bloody hell... what happened to lion boy?" |
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Still whatever it was, it couldn't be too bad. He did smile after all. Pulling her robes tight around her Seren gazed out onto the pitch... the players were landing and leaving the pitch now. Perhaps she should do the same. Go and get some of that chamomile tea she had been dreaming about. "See you all later", she said as she turned and departed. |
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"Oh just have it all! I've disappointed her! DISAPPOINTED HER, I SAY!" She whined and kicked and trashed and reached into the cookie jar, throwing it at Salander and pretty much all over the stands. Tantruuuuuum. Text Cut: MADTREYEN Lola was still lying down in that awkward fetal position when she got the attitude from Train Lockhart. SERIOUSLY?! It was all his fault! YES! BLAME HIM FOR EVERYTHING. "What? What did you say?!" Her mouth was opened and she quickly went on her knees, pointing a finger as if it was her wand ready to attack. Kurumi shouldn't have saved her?! NO! The boy obviously didn't know what he was saying and her own temper was rising from his cover-up plan. "Take that back!" She gasped. "I AM VALUBALE." She gasped again. "DON'T YOU DARE ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME." WHY WAS HE GRABBING HER ARM! Lola gasped the third and last time. "GET--OFF!" He finally did release her but she stumbled back into the bench, her eyes raging with temper. No. No. No. This did not just happen. Was she even Lola Jones anymore? That grubby friendship personality was gone, and so, the fourth-year Slytherin snatched her green bob from her robes and put on the royal diva crown. She unleashed Velma Warfield. "YOU WILL NOT TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN, LOCKHART. Filthy filthy FILTHY! Oh, like you're so chivalrous OH SURE--NO! I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS. Professor? Professor?!" A haughty smirk formed out of her mouth, her pompous personality revealing itself from the shadows, "You watch your back Train Lockhart! YOU THINK YOU'RE SO TOUGH?! I'll burn you--BOIL YOU IN MY CAULDRON I WILL!" She was huffing, rubbing her arm where that boy had touched it. She stormed off in the other direction, deciding to leave the jar of cookies on the stands and the banner sprawled on the ground. The girl took off her high heels in order to walk off faster to the castle, shaking her head and muttering how disgusting boys were and shoving people that were in her way, rolling her eyes every five seconds. |
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*Seeing her shiver a bit he smiled and rubbed her shoulder to warm her up.* "Another reason I was late-..." *He then pulled out a thermos of hot chocolate.* "-I was making you this. Well I didn't really make it, the house elves in the kitchen did. But I picked it up for you in case you were out here." *Getting her a cup he handed it over to her.* "Better?" |
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Lexi giggled as Sal kissed her nose and then shook her head. "No. I kept promising flying lessons, but I have been unable to do so thus far thanks to other obligations." Like Sal, for instance. HEHHEHE. GIGGLES FOR LIFE! Lexi leaned forward and gave him an eskimo kissy for that. Heheh. What the bloody hell! :whaa: Lexi shielded her face as the cookie crumbs began to fall. Stupid Snakes. Yeah.... Ravenclaw won. Big surprise. Lexi looked to Sal as he shouted and such and smiled. "You're really sweet, love. Being so kind to both houses like that." You get KISSES for that. Mhm. |
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"Thanks. You're always looking out for me me." She said leaning over and giving him another kiss. "I have the sweetest boyfriend ever." Taking the hot chocolate she held it between both hands enjoying the warmth of the cup before she took a sip of it. Ahh, warmth all the way to her toes. "Yes, much better." Slipping her arm back around him she snuggled close to him as she continued sipping on the hot chocolate. Nothing like a cup of hot chocolate and a little snuggle time to warm a girl up. |
*A big smile came to him when she said he had made things better. Pulling out a cup for himself he took a sip of hot chocolate as well. Hmmm nice and warm. After a few minutes he looked around.* "It looks like the game is over... want to go into the castle and warm up?" |
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*A little puzzled Matty let her grab his hand and drag him away from the stands. He knew that look in her eyes and he was a little worried.* "Oh no... what have you got in mind?" |
William goes to the stands. He hopes Gryffindor will win. He hopes his girlfreind Katelynn will come and watch the game with him. Hopefully his friend Sarah and his cousin Victoria will be here too. |
Conan pulled his scarf tighter round his throat. He was wearing one less item of clothing today. He didn't require his second thermal vest. This was good news. He peered out from between the scarf and his hat, looking to see if there was anyone to sit with. So far he knew noone. Well his two best friends were playing. Against each other as well. Scary. He was cheering for both. Secretly Treyen a bit more, but he liked both of them. |
Another Quidditch Match was nearing, which Professor Hadley bundled up in her winter robes but no scarf this time, hoping to Merlin that she'd be able to watch the whole time. After all, several of her students were rumored to be playing this time; one of which was supposed to help her get over her flying fears within the next month, hopefully. No bludgers to the head or attack of the seekers and she would be okay. Right? Quote:
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"I am Conan," he smiled, offering his gloved hand to the woman. He would hopefully find out who she was, cos then he could run, if she was scary. |
She was running a little later than usual... owing to the fact that it took her some time to find the hat she had been looking for. But she found it, dusted it off and donned it. The black witches hat sprouted a lovley selection of eagles feathers clasped beneath a sapphire encrusted buckle. Very appropriate for such an occasion. She did not sport her Ravenclaw scarf, she had temporarily misplaced it, no dount she would find it soon enough, but her navy blue robes announced her loyalities for the match. Seren only hoped that it would be a less... violent game this time round, though she had her sneaking suspicions that Master Blunt wasn't about to take a soft approach at beating. Quote:
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Conan, eh? Taking his gloved hand in hers, she shook it. "Nice to meet you, Conan. I'm Professor Hadley. I teach the Arithmancy lessons here." Though he might have known the latter bit from her name, she figured she'd add it just in case. Quote:
And she was waving at her! Beaming back at her, she waved back and called out loudly, "Nice hat!" It was. She was kind of jealous. |
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Slytherin. Duh. Since she hated the wind, Evelyn kept her hair up in a messy bun, a few tendrils of hair falling down in curls, and she wore her Slytherin scarf so they'd STAY down and not fly up in her face. Meh, this wasn't her favorite time of year. Yet, spotting a certain Professor as she made her way in the stands, Evelyn ignored EVERYONE ELSE, and plopped herself right by the woman with a rather loud sigh. SIIGHH... *nudge nudge* |
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How exciting! Pulling out her specially prepared thermos of peppermint tea from an inner pocket of her robes-- it had kept her nice and warm too-- she hoped that this time she wouldn't lose her voice by the end of the match... but that was almost inevitable. |
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Damien couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated as he made his way through the stands to find a desireable place to watch the match. Ness was in the Common Room with some sort of illness, so that left just him to watch by himself. He hadn't really thought of looking for any of the handful of people he knew ... well one of them was going to be out there playing any moment. Zipping up his leather jacket and pulling on his woll gloves, Damien found a spo that seemed to have a good view of the pitch. He looked around him to see groups of students talking amongst themselves. This will be interesting. |
The day has come. Two teams, two houses. ONE SNITCH!!!!!!!! Eino was very excited for this match and he had promised his friend, Hugo, he would be there supporting the team. He was wearing his usual Ravenclaw gear, and in addition to that he had charmed his face bronze and glued blue feathers on it. He also had a beak. The feathers were charmed owl feathers but who would know the difference? So was the beak. He had taken it from a dead owl he found several days ago and enlarged it. He had tried to make it look more eagle-like, but alas, it still resembled an owl's. Quote:
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