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Post by Pat Connelly on Mar 22, 2009 17:49:16 GMT -5
They came to a stream in the forest, probably caused by snow runoff from somewhere. Pat bent down and picked up a small stone while she was talking, rubbing the dirt off with her thumb. "Is your sister a beater here now? Maybe we'll play against each other, or with each other. What house is she in?" She chucked the stone into the water, then wiped her hands on her jeans before turning and paying attention to Markise's answer.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 22, 2009 18:28:42 GMT -5
"They don't have teams started yet, but she'll be the first to sign up. She's in Gryffindor, fifth year. What about you?" She looked about the same age as Brin, actually. And all things considered, she seemed like a Gryffindor. "Her name is Brindle." And they'd been told more times than was at all appreciated how much alike they looked.
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Post by Pat Connelly on Mar 22, 2009 18:44:56 GMT -5
Pat's eyes lit up. "Really? I'm 5th year Gryffindor too! What a coincidence. Are you a Gryffindor too?" Off hand she wouldn't think so, but sometimes people were in houses that on first glance seemed completely wrong for them. He was in the forbidden forest, even if it was on her persuasion.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 22, 2009 18:57:58 GMT -5
"Mm-m," Markise replied. "Hufflepuff." It worked for him, despite its reputation for being the other houses' rejects. He fit the actual meaning of friendship and loyalty, though he wasn't at all sure about the hard work. Well, unless it meant getting the hard work out of the way so he could party on Friday night.
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Post by Pat Connelly on Mar 22, 2009 19:57:16 GMT -5
"Cool." Pat said, not thinking much of it. She'd known some Hufflepuffs her first year when she was at Hogwarts and they had been friendly. She hadn't been around long enough to regain the typical house loyalty, and Gryffindor's major rivalry was with Slytherin anyway. Not having much to say on that topic, she switched back to Quidditch. "So do you just not like playing or are you horrible at quidditch?" She flashed him a flirtatious smile, letting him know that the jest was said good humor.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 22, 2009 20:04:07 GMT -5
Markise's lips curved, and his eyes glittered. "I can ride a broom," he said lightly, firmly ignoring anything his mind threw at him from saying that. "I'm just not into bruises and broken limbs, no matter how sexy they are on others." He gave Pat a teasing grin. He wasn't about to announce it, but he really was a Quidditch groupie. It had been so bad at one point that he'd actually asked if Ariel had ever played, even at one point. Ew, he did not need to be thinking about Ariel right now.
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Post by Pat Connelly on Mar 22, 2009 20:16:23 GMT -5
Pat raised an eyebrow at that comment, finding it interesting. She'd heard of girls that liked to watch and 'tend' to the players wounds after a game to try and gain favor, but guys were usually more protective and didn't like it when the girls got hurt. "So you like the sport a lot? Who's your team? I like the Cannons personally."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 22, 2009 21:08:52 GMT -5
Markise had to think a moment on that. "I haven't got all the European teams yet, but the Cannons are pretty good. Their Keeper kicks ass. I've got to say the New York Newts, though. I'm all for the home team, and they've won Nationals the last two years in the U.S. My sister's into the San Diego Doxies, though. It's an all-girl team like the Harpies. They've got a weak defense and she thinks she can beat them into shape." He realized he was rambling about teams she'd probably never heard of and stopped himself. "What about you? Going pro some day?"
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Post by Pat Connelly on Apr 5, 2009 18:08:30 GMT -5
Pat nodded, silently wishing that her cards would play out that way. "I'd love to. Hopefully things will go that way. I still have a few years though and I have loads to learn. It's like a dream job." She hadn't even looked into specifics yet and didn't know how competitive it was to get on a professional team. She kept putting it off because she didn't want to be disappointed.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Apr 7, 2009 0:09:20 GMT -5
Markise nodded, though he didn't really have much to say about that. He had a lot of things to learn if he wanted his dream job to work out, too. The opportunity was incredibly close, but it was so much harder to get started than he'd expected. "Do you want to play for the Cannons?" Markise asked, "Or the Harpies?" He didn't know if the Cannons accepted female players, though as far as he knew they didn't have any at the moment, but most teams were co-ed.
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Post by Pat Connelly on May 4, 2009 19:59:42 GMT -5
Pat laughed at that. "Beggars can't be choosers. I'd play for anyone that would take me. There's no room for team loyalty if you really want to play." She knew some of her close friends were all about their quidditch teams and swore they'd never wear a quidditch uniform from an opposing team. She wasn't nearly as picky though. "I'd love to be on of the Cannons, but I wouldn't turn down any offer to go pro."
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 6, 2009 7:50:22 GMT -5
Markise nodded. "That makes sense," he said. "It'd be a foot in the door, and you'd have the rest of your life to trade up to the team you wanted. I'm sure Brin wouldn't refuse any offers besides the Doxies. It's a freak of luck for a rookie to get onto one of the better teams. Brin is my sister. Brindle," he explained.
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