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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 16, 2009 23:35:02 GMT -5
Vane had been spending most of his time on the pitch since he'd gotten to Hogwarts, something he thought he'd miss with the sudden creation of a Quidditch team. He'd had the entire space to himself if he came at just the right time of day, but soon, that time would be for practice. He would make the team. And he'd be ecstatic he could play with a team again.
He had no doubts that he'd make the team. Vane was good, and he knew it. He always worked to be the best, and he succeeded. Where it counted. He had a good broom that responded easily to him, and he never got out of practice, thanks to his Snitch.
He'd picked it up out of the rubble of a school strong enough to pick itself up, but not enough to simply rebound from disaster. Most everyone had left. Of those who'd survived, anyway. Professor Sin had said something about that in the last class.
Finally, he spotted a glitter of gold near the base of the Slytherin stands, and pushed his broom into a steep dive. All thought disappeared in the face of his goal.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 17, 2009 10:01:35 GMT -5
Madison had showed up for a bit of Quidditch practice before tryouts began. She stopped when she saw someone else on the pitch, diving after a golden snitch. At least she assumed it was the snitch, since the dive was the practiced dive of a seeker, and seeing the snitch wasn't one of her forte's. Occasionally she saw it, but since she had never played the part she made it a habit of not watching for it, since her eyes needed to be on the quaffles that were headed her direction. Still, admiration etched it's way on her face as she watched him, his dive perfectly perfected, a tightly wound spin that was controlled, but driven.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 18, 2009 8:03:31 GMT -5
The Snitch shot off as Vane neared, and he pulled sharply at the handle of his broom, missing the stands by less than a foot as he turned to follow. He put on a burst of speed as he hit the middle of the arc, sending him bulleting toward the glimmer of the Snitch. His left hand stretched out, and he leaned forward over the end of his broom and with one last determined effort, reached out and caught it, the pressure of the ball in his gloved hand immensely satisfying.
He slowed a bit now, straightened on his broom and grinned with victory. In truth, the Snitch didn't stand a chance with him, especially without the interruptions of bludgers and other players, but there was still that thrill of adrenaline as he did a victory lap that doubled as a cool-down.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 19, 2009 10:29:55 GMT -5
Madison had been enthralled with the byplay of the boy on his broom chasing the snitch that wasn't visible to her. She did envy him that exhilarating ride, there wasn't much for her to practice besides agility when there was no one else there. Walking closer to the pitch, so she was standing on it, she hoped to grab the attention of the boy, maybe he'd be willing to take a few shots with Quaffles at her. Besides, at least she'd have a chance to talk to him, perhaps figure out which house he was in.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2009 15:25:09 GMT -5
Vane had almost completed his lap when he caught sight of the figure far below on the sand of the pitch. A female figure. He couldn't help showing off. Vane had meant to be finished. He'd tucked his Snitch away and been ready to retire to the changing rooms to get out of his Quidditch gear, but with an observer, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He slid the Snitch out of his pocket and released it, catching it again before it had a chance to zip away. He continued to do so as he soared in a casual arc to the ground, landing and dismounting in a smooth motion he'd practiced to get just right. His eyes flickered reflexively over her, and he wished she was wearing normal clothes instead of bulky QUidditch gear. "Hey," he said in greeting.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 19, 2009 15:57:12 GMT -5
Madison grinned fascinated as the guy played with a snitch, that as he got closer was more and more visible to her. "Hey," she replied in turn as she looked him over, up close he was obviously a seeker, the compact muscles on his frame more appealing to her than the large bulky beater muscle structure. "That was some dive," she said, admiration in her tone.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2009 16:47:39 GMT -5
Vane gave his best roguish grin. "It's nothing when I'm in the moment," he said. So maybe it was. Maybe it strained every muscle in his body and made him burn pleasantly for hours when he really put himself out there, but he wasn't about to say it. "What do you play?" he asked. He couldn't tell by looking at her, but he'd guess not a Seeker. Most Seekers would claim to have been able to get the Snitch in half the time he took just on principle.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 19, 2009 16:51:36 GMT -5
Madison shrugged, "Keeper. I can block almost every quaffle, no matter the situation, but shoot one, or try to catch a snitch and I'm all thumbs." She wasn't upset, it was just her talent, and other talents didn't belong to her. An intriguing thought popped into her head as she watched a charming smile pass over his lips, and the only reason she resisted, was because she didn't even know his name.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2009 16:57:28 GMT -5
"What House are you in?" Vane asked next. "If you're in Ravenclaw, we ought to practice sometime. I can play a decent Chaser. Otherwise..." The gleam in his eyes said he was only partly kidding. "I take competition very seriously." He did, he and his friends were all in different Houses, but the competition had always been a hell of a lot of fun.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 19, 2009 17:41:14 GMT -5
Madison's eyes flashed, a fluid smile floating over her lips as she chuckled, "not a Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff." She'd heard rumors that Hufflepuff's were all boring, but in reality, she felt as though she could save the world, by being everyone's friend. Or something like that, she was usually chill, ready to take what life threw her way. "Planning on trying for the school team, but playing for my house as well."
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2009 18:12:55 GMT -5
Vane let his sense of competitivness rest a bit at that. It was going to be hard to reconcile being rivals and teammates all at once, but he knew that the team wouldn't be full of Ravenclaws, and so he'd have to get used to the idea. "I signed up for both," he said. "If you're as good as you say you are, the other schools won't have a chance." He especially hoped they could kick MI's ass at some point.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 19, 2009 18:48:25 GMT -5
Madison shrugged, "I don't like to brag." She grinned mischievously, "that's usually the part of the seeker. Us keeper's tend to the background, blend in, they'll suspect us less." It usually didn't hurt to tweak the seeker's ego a bit, and if his ego was big enough, then he'd admit to it. If not, well, she'd cross that bridge if she upset him then.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2009 19:11:11 GMT -5
"And it leaves more glory for the Seeker," Vane replied, "so it all works out." She had said she was good, so he wasn't talking out of his arse, but he wouldn't argue. He wanted to keep on this girl's good side. If he played things right, maybe he could find a way to distract her during Quidditch matches. He'd take any advantage he could get, and there was no rule against it.
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Post by Madison Foster on Sept 19, 2009 19:37:08 GMT -5
A small smirk lit in Madison's head, a true seeker through and through she thought. Madison's only outward reaction was a slight nod to acknowledge what he was saying. "Wanna shoot a few at me?" She didn't care what team he played for, if he was playing on the school team they'd need to be a well synced machine anyways.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Sept 19, 2009 20:11:59 GMT -5
"Sounds good," Vane said. He ran his hand back through his hair, letting some air through. He'd been flying for over an hour already, and had been about to quit for the day, but he wouldn't say that, either. He needed a good challenge, and playing Chaser to a fresh Keeper would be a challenge. He tucked away his Snitch. "I'll go get a Quaffle," he offered, inclining his head back toward the Ravenclaw changing rooms. "Want to come along?"
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