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neaped · 07-17-2011, 09:17 PM

SPOILER!!: claws

Quote:

Originally Posted by Walrus

Jacob rearranged some furniture, to make the meeting more comfortable. A Few arm chairs and two couches sat in a semi circle, Jacob's armchair sitting at the 'head' to see all those who decided to show up. So instead of having to turn their heads completely around, they can just move their eyes towards different speakers, whoever wanted to speak. A small ways away sat a study table on which sat a plate of some small ordinary cookies, a pitcher of water and some cups for anyone who wanted something to munch on.

Jacob was dressed in his normal uniform, and his Muddy and wet quidditch robes were being washed and dried from yesterdays game. Jacob looked down at his watch and back up, before taking a seat in his armchair. He put his wand in his holster, before looking at the Captains badge on his Chest, and symbol that would soon be sitting on someone else's robes.

Jacob waited patiently for his teammates to fill their seats before starting.

Quote:

Originally Posted by RachieRu

Yesterday had pretty much sucked, and now Finlay was feeling really achy. At least he'd been able to see Fallon today, but now he was wandering back through the common room, to that meeting that Jacob wanted. The guy was probably going to shout at them again, but really it hadn't been there fault. Finlay though that they had played pretty well with just four people. And the Slytherin team were really good this year. So really if Jacob was going to shout at them, Finlay wasn't going to listen.

He nodded to a few of his fellow 'claws as he climbed through the portrait hole, before making his way over to where Jacob was sat. "Afternoon Jacob." The headboy nodded at the Captain, as he picked up a cookie, before sitting down on one of the sofas.

Quote:

Originally Posted by hermygirl

Spike tiredly looked down the stairs towards the Common Room, squinting out of his left eye. He rubbed his right eye with his hand, and he had a childish pout on his lips. His hair...well after yesterday, it stuck up and out at all sorts of angles, and was generally bigger and more of a mess than usual. It also had a slightly singed appearance, though he didn't really care to take a look and marvel at it.

Still in his pajamas, he slowly trudged down the stairs. What was this meeting for anyways? Spike didn't really care for a review talk of yesterday's match. He only cared for the fact he felt pretty shocking, and hadn't even got the snitch for his efforts. Not that he'd expected to...being thrown into that position at the last minute.

Stupid sicky bug.

Yawning, he reached the last step before realising it, and promptly tripped over. Meh. The floor was comfortable too, he supposed.

Yep, niiiice comfy floor.

Hugo entered the common room in silence. He felt kinda ashamed he couldn't play in last match, although he wasn't the best player so it couldn't have been his fault they lost? "Hey guys..." he said and took a seat on a couch. "Sorry about the game..." he managed to say before realizing he would be much better off if he was just quiet. He didn't know what this meeting was about, and he hoped there wasn't going to be any shouting.

07-17-2011, 09:17 PM	#600 (permalink)
neaped Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: the Netherlands Posts: 2,212 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hugo Doyle Seventh Year	sorry Ravenclaws for not being able to attend... >_< I'm in France with slow internet ✪ Whovian ✪ Luke's friend ✪ Charliebot ✪ SPOILER!!: claws Quote: Originally Posted by Walrus Jacob rearranged some furniture, to make the meeting more comfortable. A Few arm chairs and two couches sat in a semi circle, Jacob's armchair sitting at the 'head' to see all those who decided to show up. So instead of having to turn their heads completely around, they can just move their eyes towards different speakers, whoever wanted to speak. A small ways away sat a study table on which sat a plate of some small ordinary cookies, a pitcher of water and some cups for anyone who wanted something to munch on. Jacob was dressed in his normal uniform, and his Muddy and wet quidditch robes were being washed and dried from yesterdays game. Jacob looked down at his watch and back up, before taking a seat in his armchair. He put his wand in his holster, before looking at the Captains badge on his Chest, and symbol that would soon be sitting on someone else's robes. Jacob waited patiently for his teammates to fill their seats before starting. Quote: Originally Posted by RachieRu Yesterday had pretty much sucked, and now Finlay was feeling really achy. At least he'd been able to see Fallon today, but now he was wandering back through the common room, to that meeting that Jacob wanted. The guy was probably going to shout at them again, but really it hadn't been there fault. Finlay though that they had played pretty well with just four people. And the Slytherin team were really good this year. So really if Jacob was going to shout at them, Finlay wasn't going to listen. He nodded to a few of his fellow 'claws as he climbed through the portrait hole, before making his way over to where Jacob was sat. "Afternoon Jacob." The headboy nodded at the Captain, as he picked up a cookie, before sitting down on one of the sofas. Quote: Originally Posted by hermygirl Spike tiredly looked down the stairs towards the Common Room, squinting out of his left eye. He rubbed his right eye with his hand, and he had a childish pout on his lips. His hair...well after yesterday, it stuck up and out at all sorts of angles, and was generally bigger and more of a mess than usual. It also had a slightly singed appearance, though he didn't really care to take a look and marvel at it. Still in his pajamas, he slowly trudged down the stairs. What was this meeting for anyways? Spike didn't really care for a review talk of yesterday's match. He only cared for the fact he felt pretty shocking, and hadn't even got the snitch for his efforts. Not that he'd expected to...being thrown into that position at the last minute. Stupid sicky bug. Yawning, he reached the last step before realising it, and promptly tripped over. Meh. The floor was comfortable too, he supposed. Yep, niiiice comfy floor. Hugo entered the common room in silence. He felt kinda ashamed he couldn't play in last match, although he wasn't the best player so it couldn't have been his fault they lost? "Hey guys..." he said and took a seat on a couch. "Sorry about the game..." he managed to say before realizing he would be much better off if he was just quiet. He didn't know what this meeting was about, and he hoped there wasn't going to be any shouting.