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Post by Drake Samson on Jun 27, 2008 5:31:31 GMT
Dude, just get over her. She doesn't like you back, and she never will. Drake sighed as he flew threw the air on his Nimbus. He was supposed to be thinking about some new plays for quidditch, but that was likely to happen. The vibrant blonde beauty named Maria, kept flashing past his soft blue eyes. And this wasn't the safest thing to be thinking about 100 feet off the ground.
A couldn't help but keep replaying their run in in the corridor. It was driving him crazy that she didn't like him back. Then again, he figured that was a good thing because her brother would beat him bloody if there was something. You're not planning on giving up, now are you? He thought quickly, Of course not. There is still a chance I could get her to like me. He paused in mid thought and shook his messy chocolately hair out of his eyes. "Oh, God. I'm carrying a conversation in my own head." He said aloud as he flew a bit closer to the ground.
Drake flew as fast as he could toward the goal posts. He needed to do something to make him think of something else. He dropped altitude quickly, causing his stomach to lurch. That was helping a bit. He flew up into the air quickly and darted toward the ground. Thank God he was by himself on the field alone today. He'd be causing much racket if he wasn't. He flipped a few times, pressing himself tighter to his broom.
Doing stupid things on his broom always soothed Drake. It atleast took the edge off of his stress. He did a few more flips as he neared the grass. A large grin appeared on his soft lips as he gently tumbled onto the grass. He landed a couple feet away from his broom. He glanced over at it before closing his light blue eyes and placing his hands behind his head. He laid in the middle of the field, relaxed as ever. He wasn't thinking about anything and was actually at a state where he was likely to fall asleep. ----------------------------------
And I'm juggling all the thoughts in my head
I'm juggling and my fears on fire
but I'm listening as it evolves in my head
I'm balancing on one fine wire |
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Post by Amelia Samson on Jun 27, 2008 7:33:53 GMT
Now I've got a confession
I want all the attention
With a quaffle under her arm and a broom firmly clasped in the other, free hand, Amelia was raring to go and play quidditch... well at least practice. Officially, the young blonde had not signed up to the school sport, but years of practice with her older brother was most definitely paying off. The sun was high in the sky and the quidditch pitch was lovely, neat and green. It was literally the perfect weather to play a game - such a pity noone was up to it. Amelia had run around to everyone she could think of and asked them one simple question "Wanna play quidditch?" Of course the majority of people just looked at her oddly - mainly because those whom she asked were just random students, lurking in the halls of Hogwarts castle.
The strange thing was, there was only one person Amelia couldn't find, and that was Drake, her dear older brother. Amelia and him shared a close bond, which mainly revolved around pranking, mischief and of course quidditch. Every summer spent away from Hogwarts, the pair would run out into the backyard - with their brooms - and begun a small one on one game. Admittedly, Amy did find it quite bizarre that Drake avoided her over the past few days, especially when she asked for "bonding time", but she flicked it off figuring it had something to do with his "man pride".
So due to lack of interest, Amy intended on getting a one up on the entire quidditch playing population of Hogwarts. She'd practice all day and hey hopefully make it to the tryouts. It was a rather large ask indeed but nothing at Amy thought - mentally - she couldn't achieve. So her feet directed her towards the quidditch pitch and with her head held high and a bright smile on her face, she practically bounced on over to the field, dumping her things in the centre. "There!" She exclaimed, admiring the massed heap of things with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
The sound of another person made Amelia crash down to reality. Was that... Drake? Ye older brother? My god! Amy blinked, looking up she saw the lonely figure of Drake, hovering in the sky on his broom. "Well that's not unusual" She replied, grinning like mad. "I do it all the same, quite soothing really Drakey" She knew Drake didn't really appreciate the use of the "y" on the end of his name, but that didn't stop it from being so fun to say! "Why are you here? You know, you're foiling my plans.. again" Amy grabbed her broom, mounted it and zoomed up into the air so she didn't feel so small.
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Post by Drake Samson on Jun 27, 2008 8:03:13 GMT
Drake raised his left eyebrow, allowing his left eye to peer open barely, as he heard his wonderful sister's voice. He thought he was sneaky at keeping away from her, but she was sneakier. Then again, she was Amy. Oh how he taught her so well. He chuckled lightly as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Yeah, but your the crazy one in the family, Amy, m'dear." He grinned vibrantly at her, showing off his pearly whites.
He remembered playing little quidditch games with her in the backyard of their home. Throwing the miniature balls at eachother and aiming for the hoops their dad had made for them. Those were the days. The days Drake missed the most. He thought about her playing quidditch for Hufflepuff. She was definitly a shoe in for the team this year. Then again, why wouldn't she be? Drake did teach her.
He sighed heavily. What was stopping them from playing a quick one on one right now? Nothing, actually. Except for maybe his male pride and dignity... He was Drake though, he could recuperate from a slight ding in his pride. He needed to hang out with Amy more anyway. Even if she was a girl.. and his little sister.. she was still pretty cool. They grew up together. Their personalities were even pretty similar. So why was he so opposed to hanging out with her all the time... James surely didn't mind when she was around.
He grabbed his broom and flew up after her. He paused and rested his crossed arms on the stick of the broom. Leaning forward to lay his head on his arms, he looked over at her with a grin on his face. "How am I spoiling your plans? Again, might I add?" He chuckled lightly as he laid on his broom. They typical Drake smirk was plastered on his face. His eyes twinkled with competitiveness. "How about a little game of one on one?" He sat up on his broom and quirked his brow as he looked at her. Seeing as he had basically been flying all day, he was definitely warmed up for a little game. ----------------------------------
And I'm juggling all the thoughts in my head
I'm juggling and my fears on fire
but I'm listening as it evolves in my head
I'm balancing on one fine wire |
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Post by Amelia Samson on Jun 27, 2008 8:42:32 GMT
Now I've got a confession
I want all the attention
"Well I suppose... but I blame you for that" Amelia countered with an affirming nod of her head. She had to admit, being odd, different or rather, not of the norm, was quite fun for Amy. It made her life interesting and allowed her to see things on the brighter side of life. In return, Amy grinned back at Drake, portraying that same famous family expression. In many ways, Amy and Drake had alot in common, both had a fond love of quidditch, both enjoyed pranking others, and both enjoyed being sneaky. "Or maybe.. your just jealous 'cause I'm a ninja" She laughed, keeping up with the light and bright mood.
Those little games played so recklessly in the backyard of their home were something Amelia immensely enjoyed. It was after all the prime place of interaction between the two siblings and offered Amelia a chance to "kick Drakes arse". Sometimes the young blonde failed while others she succeeded - and those times were truly relished. Consistently, Amy looked up to Drake for guidance, he was a role model for Amy, having wonderful friends, a happy disposition and well just being an all around cool person. Really, he was the only one to really lighten up Amy in the odd event that she was upset. "Hows life? You haven't spoken to me since school started!" She exclaimed, their constant separation had really put a dent in her practice time and well.. she just missed her older brother.
"Well I was hoping this place would be free" Amy started, well and truly ready to go into a long long rant about her multiple quidditch rejections. "Becuase I asked people to play with me, but they wouldn't and so I decided that a good ol' day of practice would be nice revenge, you see?" Tapping her nose, another grin spread across her face "But I suppose, what better way is there then to kick your arse at one on one!" She clapped, quite happy her older brother would play the game in such an open space.
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