SPOILER!!: Astrid and Mooooooo
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Cassirin
Mo finished setting up his tripod as the other three figured out how to hang the flag and set up their positions on the bench (and behind it). The nice thing about being a group of four sixth years was that advanced magic was possible, that they didn't need anyone to be in charge or fall behind... and that they didn't have to figure out how to bolster anyone up to the proper height.
Except Cat, 'cause she was kitten-sized. "Okay, we're all set here. I'm just going to turn the timer, and you three get into position..." Mo slid on the goggles and one of the jerseys as he waited for everyone else to get situated, and then he pushed the button and scurried into place.
The shutter closed several times in a row, and only then did Mo realize his hair had to be a MESS. Why hadn't his stylists fixed him? "Don't smiiiiiiiiiile," Mo said in that 'say cheese' voice he hated, and he tried to affect one of those Quidditch player man-of-steel faces instead.
Did they look awesome? "Any other poses we want to try, 'cause we have a minute before we go into the tent and develop all our photos."
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PotterHeadforLife
Gruesome story? Astrid blinked. She didn't really get the point of why they needed to have a gruesome back-story so that Cat's broken arm was there for a reason. I mean, it was just a photoshoot right? Perhaps it would understandable that it was a Quidditch injury or something. Maybe they might just overlook it, but nah. That didn't seem likely. But anyway, they were supposed to like start the photoshoot now, yeah? They had the brooms, helmets, and jerseys.
Right. Astrid took a jersey and put it on. Yep, she had the Quidditch feel now, didn't she? And the flags too, they added to the atmosphere. "I feel like a Quidditch star." How random, but yes. She really felt like one, especially since they had to have a photoshoot and all that while wearing these gear. She tried to imagine like this was a photoshoot for the cover of a famous international Quidditch magazine so that she could have the feel of being a model.
OH, and the timer was starting. Yes, yes. That was the cue. Astrid looked at the camera and no smiling. Yep. Gotta do that "lazy model" pose that they had planned on earlier. And.... SNAP! Yes! First photo done. Guess they had a few more minutes to take a couple more shots because she totally heard Miss Courwell calling them or something. Gotta hurry up.
Other poses? Hmm. "What about you and Benjy do the back-to-back pose and cross your arms? Like real bros?" Astrid said. Because, why not? Anyway, they were going to be future Quidditch superstars and their names will be on the front cover of Quidditch Weekly one day. Can you see it? Because Astrid could.
Flag hung, Benjy pulled the jersey on awkwardly over the helmet already on his head. Yeah, yeah, he should have taken the helmet off first, but time was of the essence and he wasn't thinking straight. As it was Mo had already mention the timer.
He put his hands casually on his hips just in time for the first click of a shot being taken, and by the second one he'd actually managed to think about his facial expression. There was a steely look in his eyes, and a grittiness in his jawline. Or, that's what he was aiming for, anyway. He was far from being an actor, and had never modelled in his life, so who knew what it actually looked like. It felt cool though, that was for sure.
Oh, and other poses? Benjy nodded at Astrid. "That sounds cool, and then we could do an equivalent with you girls..." Just maybe a little cuter. He didn't added that bit aloud, but he definitely thought it. They were girls after all. He turned side on to the camera, folding his arms across his chest. "Like this?" He narrowed his brow a little, imagining that he was trying to psyche out one of the other teams.
How awesome would it be to pose for
Quidditch Weekly for real?
"Anything else quickly?" Cos they could sneak in one or two more
last last shots, right?