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Amelia's eyes opened wider than they had before, if that were possible, as he heard his croaking. Ooh! He didn't want her Pinnacles, but wanted her! Hesitating a moment, she watched as Masterson waved goodbye and went off to do whatever it was he was going to do. She then rose from the spot and walked over towards Clark. Reading the paper over quickly, she bit her lip in confusion. Thank goodness for the walk back to Belle's, which would give her time to decipher the code message. "Um okay. Deliver this now or when I go back to Belle's?" she asked for clarification, half wishing it was later because she sort of wanted to try her hand at the poker they were talking about. Yet somehow she had an inkling she knew what the answer would be. Taking the paper from him, she strode around the other side of the table to pick her bag up off the floor. |
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Caleum watched...quietly, as Constantine walked right out the door and off to, well, he knew where he was going. He then turned his attention back towards Fabian. "Sulking? I dare say, there should never be any sulking in this drab of a place. Whatever have you been sulking at?" This was a question above all. He dared to think it was not over his lady friend, of course. |
Jezz had barely made it back into the shed, and had collapsed quietly in a corner, shaking. That woman terrified her and now she had even more reason to be evil. She shuddered and tucked her chin into her chest, hiding her face in her hands and crying silently. She hated it. |
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A small frown crept across her lips; darn! That meant no gambling today! "Of course," Amelia nodded in understanding at his instructions. Great; she was turning out to be exactly what she always dreamed of: a messenger girl! Snort. She should get a hundred points for this kind of labor... Sighing, she swung her bag over her shoulder and slipped the note safely into her bag. She would attempt to decipher it once she got back to Belle's. "Nice seeing you again Professor Clark," she smiled. "Bye Professor Vindictus and you too," she indicated to other professor who she didn't know. With that, the seventh year hurried out of the broomshed and moved forward onto her special mission. |
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Ear pressed against the door, Wystan heard everything. "Hmm...I wonder which female that handsome looking idiot friend is crushing on." With a smirk, she decided she had heard enough and left the Broomshed area. She had a class to teach on the open grounds.... |
For the past two hours, Vindictus had been standing outside his Broomshed and watching the flying class through his trusty pair of Omnioculars. "Oh, Fabian! This is great! That joke polish really does work," he chuckled. "We should use it on Lord Borr's chair or something. Wait - how about the floor of the Third Floor corridor?" |
After flying class, Amelia had gone to her locker room when she saw they had been opened to post a notice for her team. Now that that was over with though, it was time to head on over to the Broomshed and hopefully find Vindictus still there. She needed to tell him about her lesson. As she approached the shed, her eyes sparkled with the sight of seeing him standing outside as though he was waiting for her... Skipping forward to reach him faster though, she blinked horror struck. He was spying on them!? Gulping, she stopped as she was now standing just a couple feet from the Quidditch Official. "You were s-spying on our lesson?" she blurted out, before she could help herself, indicating to what she recognized as omnioculars. |
The expression on Mia's face was priceless. "Y-yes!" Vindictus choked out since he was laughing very hard. "My boys must have done a great job polishing those brooms." More laughter ensued. |
"Y-your boys?" Mia choked out. Oh! Now it all made sense; Vindictus had the boys polishing broomsticks, but not with the same stuff that they used last term clearly. It must have been some super slippery polish, of which she had no idea about, but that's why Wystan couldn't stay on and others were having trouble too. She shook her head at him... "So... you ruined the school broomsticks with some slippery polish for your own amusement?" she clarified, trying to make sense of this. |
Vindictus wiped a few tears from his eyes because he was laughing too hard. "Do you honestly think I'd ruin good broomsticks with a Weasley product? |
"No, but then..." she paused looking up at Vindictus curiously. Alright, that was it: the seventh year was officially confuzzled. "... explain please. What was that polish? And well, good broomsticks you say? So they weren't good at all then..." She shrugged, not removing her gaze from studying his facial expressions. |
"Oh, Weasley's have some brilliant polishes," Vindictus grinned and winked. "I served a detention once for that prank during my fourth year. Learned to never apply it to good broomsticks, too. The stuff breaks down charms placed on the handle - namely the cushioning charm. But those brooms are so old that butterflies outstrip 'em." |
Mia gasped with what the Official was saying; Mister Perfect served detention before? Not even she had done that! She bit her lower lip nodding in understanding and finally settled on mentioning, somewhat reluctantly, "so... that explains why we couldn't fly more than 5 feet in the air, or was that Miss Lunatic's precautions?" |
"Probably both," he grinned. "Tell me - did the Muggle wood putty I used on the broomhandle work? I'm curious because one of the handles was cracked and worn thin in one area, and I was wondering if this Muggle product I found would work on broomsticks." |
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Allowing herself to smile just a small amount when he said it was probably both, he then posed a question for her. About muggle wood putty. Oh noes! That was her broomstick! The seventh year shook her head, but there was a hint of delight in her eyes. "You didn't see it?" she asked incredulously. "The broom Lunatic was using broke in half and she was dangling for awhile before falling off and landing on her back... It was quite a sight!" She was about to laugh at that memory when she remembered something else suddenly. "But wait... she said that it was your broom? So it wasn't really then? Actually, technically I said it, but it was in agreement with her. Either way, she gave me points for it..." |
Vindictus erupted in another fit of laughter. "Oh, you should have seen everyone's faces - priceless! I'd do it all over again if I could." His blue eyes twinkled with sheer delight. "And she gave you points - brilliant." |
Constantine pushed the door open to the broomshed. His face was in its emotionless normality again, but that was because he was busy reflecting on the afternoon's events. Sighing, he closed the door behind him and found himself a chair. Spotting one beside Max and the Old Man, he eagerly plopped down in it and stared at the wall quietly. |
Amelia couldn't believe how much he was laughing over all this; she didn't think she'd ever see him laugh that much. "Oh I know - believe me, I was shocked too about the points." She grinned at him, noting his delightful expression. "Do you think she'll try and take over for you at the quidditch match?" she asked, suddenly worried. |
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Vindictus suddenly became serious. "Absolutely not," he reassured her and then became his lighthearted self once more. "Well, that is if the Dementors get hold of me first." |
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