Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jun 24, 2006 18:00:22 GMT -5
Morgan Pendragon strode onto the quiditch field with some trepidation. She was shy two chasers and she wasn't sure if the rest of her team could handle a game as they were. She really needed to have back-ups as well, but she was going to concentrate on filling the gaps first.
Hopefully, this dawn practice two days before the game would make her feel better about the situation, but she knew that wasn't likely. She set the trunk of balls down on the dew-wet grass and mounted her Firebolt. she again concidered the concept of bribing people to join her team by buying them a fancy broom. Her parents could afford it, they hadn't even commented when she'd bought Sparky his. No, she coulodn't do it. She wanted people to play because they liked the game and had talent, not because Morgan bought them things. She waited for her team to arrive.
"Why hello there, little girl," came a smooth and seemingly hushed voice from nearby upon the Quidditch pitch. Arriving at the scene was the greatly imposing figure of Orifiel, thus far the only one to have arrived to accompany the Ravenclaw Captain. He bore a broom in one hand. The type of which happened to be a Firebolt, as longevity gave one a distinct advantage in any battle of attrition. In his other hand he carried a case marked clearly as property of the school; easily within his acess, being a member of the staff as he was.
Dropping the case on the ground and prodding the latch that held it shut with the end of his broom, the lid popped open. Inside were all the necessary balls for a game of Quidditch: bludgers, quaffles, even a golden snitch secured tightly in place until the start of the next game. Taking out a quaffle and lifting it in the hand not carrying his broom, he turned back to the young student.
“Well then, you should be keeper, if you will. I’m a bit out of practice and need to shape up before my first game, now don’t I?” he said, mounting his broom and waiting for a reply.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 4, 2006 19:27:10 GMT -5
Morgan looked down at the feild as a figure approached. She recognized him as a professor, but couldn't recall his name or what he taught. She was a little surprised that he'd come to her practice. Well, at least someone showed up. she thought and flew over to the nearer goal hoops. "I'm ready when you are." she said. Her voice sounding braver than she felt.
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