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James_Potter · 05-17-2011, 04:30 AM

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Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

Trudging across the dewy grass, Theodore narrowed his eyes in the biting breeze that stung his nose with cold, making it turn red. One hand clutched the wood of the comet two sixty that he had borrowed from the school's broom cupboard and his other hand adjusted the Ravenclaw scarf on his neck. Out of all of the days for he and Roderigo to practice for quidditch try-outs, this had to be it? The sky was gloomy, the wind was vicious, and the weather as a whole definitely wasn't helping Theodore overcome his anxiety in relation to heights and sports. Looking up, he saw his curly-haired friend in the distance.

Raising his free hand, Theodore waved and made an effort to smile, although all he felt like doing was sitting in front of the warm fireplace in the Ravenclaw Common Room. Nearing the fellow Ravenclaw, he spoke up, "Hey! Erm, what do you think of letting me watch you practice?" Roderigo had much more quidditch experience than Theo did, so it only seemed logical.

Seeing his friend, Theodore, walking onto the pitch, Roderigo pulled up lightly on his broom handle and came to a smooth stop a few feet above the ground. He smiled and waved to Theo, but then realized his face was obscured by his house scarf. His face was pink since the cold rush of air had stung his cheeks numb, and his fingers were feeling like icicles. Shivering ever so slightly, he sighed, slightly crestfallen at the fact that his friend wouldn't be joining him until later. The idea of him playing by himself and having Theo sit and watch was, for reasons he couldn't discern, nerve wracking. He yawned loudly in response, which quickly turned into an exhale and shiver.
"Well, I s'pose that's all right, then," he said after a few moments. Pondering for a few seconds, Roderigo decided he'd at least need some kind of cooperation from Theo to facilitate his practicing. There wasn't much he could do to practice for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team tryouts all by himself. But an idea came to him.
"Hold on a second," he said, lowering on his Nimbus Two Thousand and One and dismounting it. He laid it on the crisp, faded green grass and walked back over to the iron gate, which also contained the locker rooms. A few minutes later, Roderigo reappeared carrying the crimson ball roughly the size of soccer ball; the Quaffle. He approached Theodore and threw the Quaffle towards him.
"It'd be stupid if I just flew around aimlessly. Can you at least toss this to me while I fly? I'll try to catch it and practice my scoring accuracy..." his voice trailed off as he thought in his muse. He had yet to decide which position he was going to tryout for, and at that point he was intending to tryout for all four positions. He might as well start with Chaser practice.

05-17-2011, 04:30 AM	#192 (permalink)
James_Potter Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Colorado Posts: 15,633 Hogwarts RPG Name: William Atticus MacGhilliseathenaich-Dwinkendorf IV Second Year	James is my REAL name \| Pokah Face \| Scheming Marauder \| True Marauder \| Foster the People Quote: Originally Posted by princess ofhp Trudging across the dewy grass, Theodore narrowed his eyes in the biting breeze that stung his nose with cold, making it turn red. One hand clutched the wood of the comet two sixty that he had borrowed from the school's broom cupboard and his other hand adjusted the Ravenclaw scarf on his neck. Out of all of the days for he and Roderigo to practice for quidditch try-outs, this had to be it? The sky was gloomy, the wind was vicious, and the weather as a whole definitely wasn't helping Theodore overcome his anxiety in relation to heights and sports. Looking up, he saw his curly-haired friend in the distance. Raising his free hand, Theodore waved and made an effort to smile, although all he felt like doing was sitting in front of the warm fireplace in the Ravenclaw Common Room. Nearing the fellow Ravenclaw, he spoke up, "Hey! Erm, what do you think of letting me watch you practice?" Roderigo had much more quidditch experience than Theo did, so it only seemed logical. Seeing his friend, Theodore, walking onto the pitch, Roderigo pulled up lightly on his broom handle and came to a smooth stop a few feet above the ground. He smiled and waved to Theo, but then realized his face was obscured by his house scarf. His face was pink since the cold rush of air had stung his cheeks numb, and his fingers were feeling like icicles. Shivering ever so slightly, he sighed, slightly crestfallen at the fact that his friend wouldn't be joining him until later. The idea of him playing by himself and having Theo sit and watch was, for reasons he couldn't discern, nerve wracking. He yawned loudly in response, which quickly turned into an exhale and shiver. "Well, I s'pose that's all right, then," he said after a few moments. Pondering for a few seconds, Roderigo decided he'd at least need some kind of cooperation from Theo to facilitate his practicing. There wasn't much he could do to practice for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team tryouts all by himself. But an idea came to him. "Hold on a second," he said, lowering on his Nimbus Two Thousand and One and dismounting it. He laid it on the crisp, faded green grass and walked back over to the iron gate, which also contained the locker rooms. A few minutes later, Roderigo reappeared carrying the crimson ball roughly the size of soccer ball; the Quaffle. He approached Theodore and threw the Quaffle towards him. "It'd be stupid if I just flew around aimlessly. Can you at least toss this to me while I fly? I'll try to catch it and practice my scoring accuracy..." his voice trailed off as he thought in his muse. He had yet to decide which position he was going to tryout for, and at that point he was intending to tryout for all four positions. He might as well start with Chaser practice.