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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 21, 2006 12:07:10 GMT -5
It was about time that Tom Valor got some time to practice his game. He was the new beater for the Gryffindor quidditch team this year, and he wanted to get in all the practice that he could before their first big game.
After class hours had ended, Tom went to his dorm to quickly change into some practice clothes, ones that he didn't care if he got dirty. Then with that he headed to the Quidditch Pitch.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 28, 2006 4:57:19 GMT -5
Amber hadn’t had much time to schedule practises with everything going on at once at Hogwarts. And so she’d decided to come out, alone, just to fly around a bit, seeing as no other team had booked the pitch tonight. So, broom in hand, she’d made her way to the Qudditch pitch to find that, in fact, she wasn’t alone. Grinning to one of her best friends she walked up to Tom and mounted her broom, “Didn’t know you were free for practise tonight.”
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 28, 2006 9:43:53 GMT -5
"You didn't ask." he replied with one of those cute Gryffindor smirks. "But then again, I didn't ask you either, did I? Cause I had no idea you were free."
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 30, 2006 18:12:04 GMT -5
Amber grinned, "So, you got picked for the house team... you gonna get up here in the air and remind me why it was so?" she challenged.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 30, 2006 18:18:32 GMT -5
Tom rolled his eyes playfully, and ended up next to her in the air. "Want to play a little one on one game?"
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 5:09:33 GMT -5
Amber grinned, "What's the point, you know I'll win..." Amber knew Tom was just as good at Qudditch as herself, although she had more experience in a match circumstance, however she was just being playful.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 5:16:57 GMT -5
Tom rolled his eyes, and playfully hit her lightly on the shoulder. "So what. Still, it'll be good for us to get some practice in."
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 9:20:48 GMT -5
“Meh, okay,” Amber replied smiling, she drifted back down to the ground, entered the cupboard where the balls were kept and took out two beater’s bats and a bludger. Mounting her broom again she chucked a bat to Tom, “One bludger,” she held up the bludger and then her bat, “One bat… I’ll try not to hurt you too bad.” She then whacked the bludger straight at him, knowing he’d be able to deflect it otherwise she wouldn’t have done it.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 14:49:39 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes before hitting it back at her, and flying off to the right some as to challenge himself. "So, tell me. How are things with Woody?"
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 14:52:00 GMT -5
Amber shrugged, "They're okay.... Seeing as he's in..." she paused to whack the ball, "... in seventh year I don't get to talk to him much."
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 14:59:28 GMT -5
Tom nodded, waiting for her to hit the bludger back to him. "Must suck. I know how much ya like him."
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 15:20:32 GMT -5
“Whatcha mean?” Amber said, whacking the bludger back particularly hard, she wasn’t very good with the whole… public romance thing.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 15:21:33 GMT -5
Tom hit it back over to her with ease,"Whatcha mean what do I mean. Amber, you go all mushy when you see him."
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 15:50:54 GMT -5
"Do not," Amber replied, whacking the ball as hard as she could, not really meaning it to, but it did anyway, the ball rocketed towards his head.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 15:55:12 GMT -5
Tom didn't hit it, he almost was hit, but flew out of the way. "Ay! Amber!"
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