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HaRoHeGiNeLu · 06-12-2011, 07:08 AM

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Originally Posted by Pokah Face

Roderigo hadn't looked at the letter Jacob was holding, but by the shocked look on Theo's face, and the tone of uncertainty in Jacob's voice, he could tell something odd, yet also wrong, was happening. He looked up at Theo, who had dropped her dinner roll. And then the fourth-year girl began laughing.
His brows furrowing, Roderigo wasn't sure if he was hearing right. Wouldn't it be great to be asked to join a professional Quidditch Team? He certainly did think so. But the more Jacob talked, the more suspicious it sounded. He folded his arms and looked at the three of them.
"So..." he said, still trying to understand. "You've been asked to join the Ballycastle Bats, but they're alluding to references you didn't have?" he thought for a moment. He wasn't sure if his opinion was in any value; Roderigo barely new Jacob. He pondered for a moment, and then gave a failed attempt to suppress a laugh; it had turned into a sort of snort.
"But you're a sixth-year, aren't you?" he asked. "You can't possibly join a Professional Quidditch team at your age..." He was sure of it.

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Originally Posted by princess of*hp*

SPOILER!!: The 'Claws

(OOC: LOL at Pokah, who thinks Theo is a girl. xD THIS IS HILARIOUS. SO many mistakes.)

Theodore, who returned to his sense, swiped his dinner roll from the floor and brush it off on his corduroy pant leg. This was all so confusing. Had Jacob really been accepted onto a team, The Bats, no less? Was Ellie just messing with him, or was Jacob really trying to get attention? And poor Roderigo was off to the side, I bit lost. Biting his lower lip as he searched for the right words, the sixth year, sat up straight and peered at the handwriting scrawled on the parchment once more. It looked legitimate, but... who was he to know the handwriting of someone associated with the Ballycastle Bats? "Erm... congrats, Jacob?" He grinned halfways, attempting to break the odd tension in the atmosphere.

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Originally Posted by Walrus

Jacob watched the two read over the parchment.

He couldn't believe this... was he to take that, or go to the other try-out before his official intent was due. It was SOOO confusing. Jacob felt a mix of Excitement and Anxiety... like he was going to throw up. No. Jacob was not going to vomit over something as simple as this.

He took the parchment back, and looked at the three. His emotions were completely concealed, as he had trained himself over the past years. Jacob then spoke. "I'll be in the Prefects Bathroom. If anyone needs me, ask Finn to get me."

And with that he was off out the common room, there were big decisions to be made. Decisions that could effect the rest of Jacobs life, and the warming waters of the Prefects Bath would help cure his crammed brain.

GLARE.

Everyone got one.

Honestly, people needed to stop feeding Jacob's nonsense. It would only ever make things worse. Ellie was honest. She was helping.

And, really, if Jacob was that concerned over it, why didn't he just go to Vindictus and ask? Huh? Even if the Flying Professor didn't write the "recommendation", he might have contacts with the Quidditch World, right? And, therefore, he could verify the handwriting. Handwriting that had to be fake, that had to have been Jacob trying to look like that awesome of a player.

She rolled her eyes at Jacob's departing back, before turning to the other two boys. "Really?" she asked of them. They were seriously...that one kid had definitely congratulated Jacob. Scoff.

Ellie rounded the couch, sat sideways, and pulled her feet up criss-cross. And, yeah, she was eyeing the other two.

06-12-2011, 07:08 AM	#393 (permalink)
HaRoHeGiNeLu Bicorn Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: EST Posts: 16,579 Hogwarts RPG Name: Valerie Warren First Year x8	Satisfied Neon Text Cut: Y'all Quote: Originally Posted by Pokah Face Roderigo hadn't looked at the letter Jacob was holding, but by the shocked look on Theo's face, and the tone of uncertainty in Jacob's voice, he could tell something odd, yet also wrong, was happening. He looked up at Theo, who had dropped her dinner roll. And then the fourth-year girl began laughing. His brows furrowing, Roderigo wasn't sure if he was hearing right. Wouldn't it be great to be asked to join a professional Quidditch Team? He certainly did think so. But the more Jacob talked, the more suspicious it sounded. He folded his arms and looked at the three of them. "So..." he said, still trying to understand. "You've been asked to join the Ballycastle Bats, but they're alluding to references you didn't have?" he thought for a moment. He wasn't sure if his opinion was in any value; Roderigo barely new Jacob. He pondered for a moment, and then gave a failed attempt to suppress a laugh; it had turned into a sort of snort. "But you're a sixth-year, aren't you?" he asked. "You can't possibly join a Professional Quidditch team at your age..." He was sure of it. Quote: Originally Posted by princess ofhp SPOILER!!: The 'Claws (OOC: LOL at Pokah, who thinks Theo is a girl. xD THIS IS HILARIOUS. SO many mistakes.) Theodore, who returned to his sense, swiped his dinner roll from the floor and brush it off on his corduroy pant leg. This was all so confusing. Had Jacob really been accepted onto a team, The Bats, no less? Was Ellie just messing with him, or was Jacob really trying to get attention? And poor Roderigo was off to the side, I bit lost. Biting his lower lip as he searched for the right words, the sixth year, sat up straight and peered at the handwriting scrawled on the parchment once more. It looked legitimate, but... who was he to know the handwriting of someone associated with the Ballycastle Bats? "Erm... congrats, Jacob?" He grinned halfways, attempting to break the odd tension in the atmosphere. Quote: Originally Posted by Walrus Jacob watched the two read over the parchment. He couldn't believe this... was he to take that, or go to the other try-out before his official intent was due. It was SOOO confusing. Jacob felt a mix of Excitement and Anxiety... like he was going to throw up. No. Jacob was not going to vomit over something as simple as this. He took the parchment back, and looked at the three. His emotions were completely concealed, as he had trained himself over the past years. Jacob then spoke. "I'll be in the Prefects Bathroom. If anyone needs me, ask Finn to get me." And with that he was off out the common room, there were big decisions to be made. Decisions that could effect the rest of Jacobs life, and the warming waters of the Prefects Bath would help cure his crammed brain. GLARE. Everyone got one. Honestly, people needed to stop feeding Jacob's nonsense. It would only ever make things worse. Ellie was honest. She was helping. And, really, if Jacob was that concerned over it, why didn't he just go to Vindictus and ask? Huh? Even if the Flying Professor didn't write the "recommendation", he might have contacts with the Quidditch World, right? And, therefore, he could verify the handwriting. Handwriting that had to be fake, that had to have been Jacob trying to look like that awesome of a player. She rolled her eyes at Jacob's departing back, before turning to the other two boys. "Really?" she asked of them. They were seriously...that one kid had definitely congratulated Jacob. Scoff. Ellie rounded the couch, sat sideways, and pulled her feet up criss-cross. And, yeah, she was eyeing the other two. __________________ a *practical* person, who *may be considered a perfectionist, perhaps you like being organised* or *paying close attention to detail*, you are...