Wish upon a Quaffle

[Lucy Weasley]

It was a chilly in the Gryffindor Common Room when Lucy woke up. She sat up, stretched one leg, then the other, both arms, and the she made her way to sitting up. She sniffed, looked around the room and guessed by its arrangement it wasn't the dorm she was used to sleeping in. "Oh damn!" Lucy cursed under her breath. She must have falled asleep watching the fire again. Lucy stood up and skipped up the stairs to her dorm room. Once there she slipped on a white tank, then a pair of red running shorts, grabbed a Gryffindor sweatshirt and her tennis shoes and danced out the door.

On her way out she slid her shoes on her feet without unlacing them. Lucy looked down and thanked God she had a rubber band around her wrist. She slipped it off with her teeth and grabbed all her hair and put it up in a messy pony tail. She managed to get her sweatshirt on without tackling her hair too much, but there wasn't much damage that could be done. She smiled to people already in the hallways as she walked out.

Lucy closed the door quietly behind her and just kept walking and ignoring people as she passed. Occasionaly she would trip over own feet. She approached the grand oak doors, gave one big breath and with all her might she pushed them open. One door came loose and she walked out. With a long whiff of fresh air she jogged down to the Quidditch Pitch. She ran along the trim for awhile then made her way to the stands. Sitting there she inhaled and exhaled as she gazed out at the feild she wished she could play on. She layed out along the bench and just rested...

[Loki Nevetar]

There he stood, eyes hard and unblinking as he starred. The Forbidden Forest. It stood directly before him, unmoving and unyielding. It was beautiful in a twisted sort of way. In a way that someone like him could appreaciate, someone like him could fall in love with. Taking a step forward, he allowed one foot to land softly within the forest, eyes looking around carefully before he completely entered. He felt a wave of something that he guessed would be fear to a normal Human wash over him. Titlting his head to the side, he smiled at the place. It was desolate of anything aside from darkness and shadow. It was void of hope and anything that the faint of heart clung to in their fear. It was a place for the strong of soul and the brave of heart. Or the twisted of mind, in Loki's case. Taking another step in, he smiled at the place. It was wonderful.

He wished to walk furthe, to explore the the darkness, to learn the deepest secrets of the Forest; but it was not met to be. Far behind him he could hear the whines of an animal, the begging of the beast for the return of his Master. Spinning around on his heel, Loki starred back at Nazra, the great German Shepard who sat beside the edge of the forest, head tilted to the side and ears drawn down against his head. The canine didn't like this place, though oddly enough he was a coward; a far cry from his Master. Grinning at the beast, Loki walked forward, arms outstretched as he spun around. "Isn't beautiful, Nazra? Look at it, a Forest conceived of evil and ruling in darkness. A place of hopelessness and overpowering terror. My souls leaps at such a place." Smiling he spun around one more time and dropped to his knees before the beast, his grey eyes starring into the white face of the Shepard. His hands stroked the face of the canine, an understanding smile upon his lips. "Though I know you are a coward, so I shall wait till another day for such a trip." Standing smoothly, he walked away from the forest, the albino Shepard at his side, tail wagging.

It was almost comical in a way to Loki, the relationship he shared with the canine at his side. The beast, although intimidating looking, was a terrible coward. Though, his Owner, was one renowed for his lack of fear, and rather his way to inspire the emotion in others. It seemed to be the oddest, most unexpected pairing of souls, though the Slytherin would wish it no other way. The duo made their way towards the Quidditch pitch, it was were he often went early in the morning. Not because he played Quidditch, no he found the sport rather pointless and stupid, but because it allowed the massive dog to run as it pleased, covering all the ground he desired and burning the last reserves of energy he head. Yes, it allowed Loki to have some peace and quiet in his dormitory as the mutt beside him simply slept the hours away after his morning run.

Entering the Quidditch field, Loki looked aroudn to see if he could spot any others. High up on the stands he saw someone, though all he recognized was red. A Gryffindor most likely, oh well. Aslong as the person stayed up there he was fine. He hated Gryffindors for the most part, and not because he was a Slytherin, but because of how they acted. Any chance they got to be a hero they jumped at, even when a hero was needed. They were all pathetic in his eyes, needing to be destroyed in one feral swipe. Loki would mourn no such loss, infact he would willingly be the executioner for such a move. He had no qualms with such behavior. Killing, it was something everyone took to be so dark and vile. It was really quite simple to do.

Looking back to the dog at his side, he cocked a single brow. "Well? Get on with it." As if not needed a second more of telling, he took off at a dead run, no particular targer, simply running to run. Loki himself dropped down to the grass and sat, waiting for Nazra to burn himself out.

[Lucy Weasley]

The sun was pouring down its rays as Lucy lay on the bench. She was sprawled out. "Ah-choo" Lucy sneezed and seemed to have gone into a coughing fit. Clearing her throat and sniffing in she realizing she had fallen asleep. Her back ached, because to her suprise a small wooden bench isn't the best bed for a girl like herself. Lucy dusted herself off and sat up. She readjusted her outfit, but was technically sweating up a storm, because it had been an hour or so and the sun had come off. Gracefully she pulled off the sweatshirt and layed it on the stand. She slipped off her tennis shoes and put the underneath the jacket.

"Should I... should I not?" That was the question for Lucy, but it was quickly answered. She was towering above everything as she stood on the bleacher bench. As clutzy as she is this was not the best idea. She sighed and went to get down when she tripped over... nothing! Down, down she fell until... "plop!" she landed hard on the wood floor. "Ouch... shit that hurt!" Lucy mumbled to herself. As she sent to get up, she didn't realize her foot was on the edge of solid ground and then sleps. Her bare foot twisted and then she went tubling down!

"Boom!" was echoing throughout the stadium. Lucy was lying face first on the soft, lush, green grass. Her ankle was stiff and her like hell! She tried twisting it, but that was no use. "Ugh... ahhh!" Lucy shrieked, but in a soft tone. She rolled around for a while and then managed to sit up. She started to spit up grass. "Eww!" Lucy glanced around to see who was there and didn't notice anyone. "Thank heavens... this is gonna hurt!" Lucy mumbled to herself. Then a dog came into view. It just kept coming toward her. Lucy didn't have much experience with dogs, so she just prayed she would get out alive! Lucy clucked her tongue and with a soft, but loud voice cried out,"Here doggy!"