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laurange · 10-03-2012, 03:47 PM

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Originally Posted by cake.ninjak

Dustin was FREAKING out. The quidditch match was less than a week away and he was supposed to be playing chaser. Chaser? He could barely handle a beater's bat. How was he supposed to be able to score goals? He hadn't even tried out for that position. What was Captain Sir even thinking?

He sat in the common room under the pretense that he would be doing homework, but all he could do was stare at the wall from his chair, eyes glazed over. Scenario after scenario played through his head. What if he had terrible aim? What if he wasn't even strong enough to throw the ball far enough? WHAT IF HIS ARM FELL OFF?

Elise walked into the common room, a folder full of the week's notes that she had scribbled messily in class and a new roll of parchment. She was going to re-do her notes, just so that she could understand them. Yes, her notes were that messy. She had scribbled in every direction imaginable. Thank Merlin her ink changed colour for the different points.

Flopping down onto a chair, she hunched over her papers, sorting them out by subject before looking up. There was a first year there, staring through her head and looking pretty freaked out. "You okay?" she asked, inking her quill and starting on her Divination notes.

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laurange Ramora Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Kita's pocket Posts: 5,235 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aslan Archer Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rose Woods Gryffindor Fifth Year x9 x6	*claims* ½ of Lauralie \| Koala \| The being in Ern's pocket \| Baby Smurf \| Prouf member of The Flock Quote: Originally Posted by cake.ninjak Dustin was FREAKING out. The quidditch match was less than a week away and he was supposed to be playing chaser. Chaser? He could barely handle a beater's bat. How was he supposed to be able to score goals? He hadn't even tried out for that position. What was Captain Sir even thinking? He sat in the common room under the pretense that he would be doing homework, but all he could do was stare at the wall from his chair, eyes glazed over. Scenario after scenario played through his head. What if he had terrible aim? What if he wasn't even strong enough to throw the ball far enough? WHAT IF HIS ARM FELL OFF? Elise walked into the common room, a folder full of the week's notes that she had scribbled messily in class and a new roll of parchment. She was going to re-do her notes, just so that she could understand them. Yes, her notes were that messy. She had scribbled in every direction imaginable. Thank Merlin her ink changed colour for the different points. Flopping down onto a chair, she hunched over her papers, sorting them out by subject before looking up. There was a first year there, staring through her head and looking pretty freaked out. "You okay?" she asked, inking her quill and starting on her Divination notes.