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The Great Hall; Y7, D4, Supper/Quidditch Practise
Topic Started: Jun 24 2013, 11:57:01 PM (877 Views)
Alistair York
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Azkaban had wiped the Hufflepuff out. Odd run ins with statues. Bickering Professors. He wasn't quite ready to hit the pitch for practice. Not yet. Needed some food in his belly first. The day still weighed on him rather heavily and he was looking forward to talking to some of his friends to lighten the mood. Fee would be good for it. The crazy blighter always managed to twirl Ali's mind around so thoroughly he wasn't often sure which way was up. Or Beth. Or Annie even. But she hadn't looked so good after using that shield charm twice, hopefully she'd recovered well enough that a trip to the Hospital Wing had been unnecessary. The Hufflepuff strode into the Great Hall and found his way to the designated table.

With no one there to distract him, Alistair began the arduous journey of distracting himself. Food only accomplishing half the task for him. He wasn't overly excited about trying to play Quidditch. For the most part, he liked having both feet on solid ground. But it had been hard to resist agreeing to meet up with Beth and help her practice. She actually knew what she was doing. So that would be good. Hopefully it would be more about helping her train than her instructing him on all the things he would, undoubtedly, do wrong. Not that he could much more horribly than their Transfiguration Professor at the sport. Everyone had been quite shocked when she'd been on the list of players for the Professor side... and rather horrified at the fact that Baker would also be playing. Although, Ali was hoping Professor Hicks would secretly be very good at the sport and sufficiently shut up all the jokes people were making about her.

Whoops, he'd spent a bit too much time shoving bits of sausage around his plate and not actually eating them. It was actually rather amusing to note that he'd subconsciously transformed his plate into, a rather poorly depicted, Quidditch Pitch. Right, eating. He wondered if all of his friend were simply already practicing? And planned on catching a bite to eat when they were done? Or maybe someone was going to make a renegade pit stop in the Kitchens before retiring to the commons... He certainly wished one of them had given him the memo.
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Opal Martin
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Opal walked quickly into the Great Hall. Luckily, there weren't many people there, yet, or she probably would have run into someone. As it was, if someone had gone by, they still would notice Opal's almost comical shocked expression while staring down at the letter that she had been given, despite the fact that she had never really gotten into the social scene. "Oh my God...."

Opal wasn't completely sure she truly believed it. What if this was someone's sick idea of a prank?

Oh, bleep- no one knew that she had applied. Except Eirin. Who wouldn't send her a fake letter like this. No one would do that.

Without realizing it, she sat down at the Hufflepuff table instead of the Gryffindor table. She realized her mistake, and blushed deeply, deciding if her legs had directed her here, she certainly wasn't going to complain. After all, she kind of had a friend in Ray, but she didn't really know him that well. She knew a couple more Hufflepuffs, after all, and even as shy as she was, she wanted to scream across the room about her victory. Except she wouldn't. Because she wanted to keep this from that pureblood idiot she called a grandfather. And her parents as well, but they wanted nothing to do with Hogwarts. "I can't believe....." She said without realizing.

She looked next to her and found a clearly troubled Hufflepuff guy. To her surprise, she recognized him......Alistair, she thought. She'd met him a couple of times. "H-hi. Alistair, r-right?" She asked. She didn't necessarily know Alistair that well, but he didn't seem like a horrible guy. She looked down to his plate and noticed he'd absentmindedly sketched out what looked to be a Quiditch pitch. It wasn't half bad- for food sculpture anyway. She'd almost completely forgotten that the student team had practice tonight. "A-are you o-on the s-student Quiditch team?" The match was a good thing to stir up the normalcy that was going on around Hogwarts. Although, Opal reflected, you knew your vision of the world was skewed when you considered aurors walking around to protect the school that happened to be a school of magic normal.
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Beth Snape
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Beth entered the Great Hall without any consideration to her surroundings. Pale eyes bored into the palm of her hand, upon which rested the badge she'd just been given. That was wrong. She had none of the skills a captain should have, as the Azkaban trip had demonstrated. Unless there had been someone in danger, she stood further back and let the eager students deal with the obstacles, keeping any ideas to herself. The place had reminded her repeatedly why she couldn't become an Auror either, and the more the Hufflepuff considered it, the less inclined she had been to contribute. Ashamed, she couldn't even look at Ali afterwards. That state of mind had slowly improved since then - at least until she learned about the former Quidditch captain's illness and who was replacing him. It really couldn't have been a more unfortunate draw for the student team. She needed to return the badge before the practice, as she hadn't even considered going there anymore. What if she couldn't even fly a broom properly anymore? Let alone play Quidditch or tell people what to do.

Lost in her disparaging line of thoughts, the girl reached her usual seat at the Hufflepuff table, failing to notice the two students who were already there. "Oh, hi," she addressed them both belatedly, trying to send Alistair a small smile to let him know she was fine. Because he was the one person who ever noticed if she weren't. But, really, it was no big deal. She would return the badge later, or give it to him, perhaps? There could be no doubt in her mind that Ali would make a great captain. Turning the hand down on the table, Beth grabbed some of the food her housemate was having with the other, not really caring what it was, tuning in on his conversation with Opal. Were they talking about Quidditch? Just great. But she didn't want to ruin anyone's day with one of her stupid moods. Honestly, this was one of the times she wondered why Ali even bothered with her, instead of hanging out with somebody normal. A memory of his hand around hers made her chin dip lower, as Beth realized she couldn't stand to lose him. Better start trying, then. "Nice job in Azkaban," she directed to both students, with a smile slightly more genuine this time, "although Baker didn't seem happy with anything we did." They did. And all Baker really did had been reprimanding them for not using some more practical ways of dealing with the wards; at best said nothing at all. At least he docked no more points and didn't openly argue with Professor Hicks, even though Beth was rather curious about what had happened between those two. "Is Annie alright?" Oh how utterly she sucked in small talk.
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Alistair York
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The Hufflepuff's gaze fluttered up, curious, at the female who had decided to join him. The bit of sausage he'd been about to stuff into his mouth wound up falling from his fork and back whence it came. Which was good as he would have otherwise addressed her with his mouth rather full. It didn't stop his gaze from following the trajectory somewhat regretfully. She was the Gryffindor from this morning, right? Why did that feel like so long ago? Bloody, what was her name? "Opal! Yea, hi." Personal victory, number one. He wasn't awesome with names, but he probably shouldn't have barked hers in excitement for having recalled it. The smile that followed was broad and apologetic, as he didn't want to frighten off the one poor soul who had made the mistake of coming over to socialize with him. "Uh..." Ali'd had an answer for that one, really he had; his thought process managed to get side tracked as Beth sat down too. The grin, in response to her presence, faltered slightly. It seemed time alone had done little to improve her spirits. "Yea, Beth too." It took his counterpart bringing up a new topic for him to realize he'd really been rather rude in not continuing the old one. Probably, he wasn't going to help anyone by kicking himself in the ass for not being there like he should have been.

Alistair was, generally speaking, one of the few people who supported the auror. Although he rarely had a good explanation as to why. This wouldn't stop him from poking a bit of fun at Baker's expense. Although it was of the reproachful nature, like when one is particularly fed up with their boss, "He did sort of seem like someone had shoved a stick up his arse and twisted." The goofy smile was directed rapidly at his plate. Honestly, the Hufflepuff felt a bit stupid about being the one to set off the statue, still. Maybe, had it been dealt with differently, Annie wouldn't have been half as bad off as she was. Just one more thing he should have been more diligent with. Least he could have done was known the answer to Beth's question. Ali shrugged the question off and looked over at Opal, maybe she knew? The sausage was stabbed with his fork and deposited into his mouth, while chewing he did something a bit strange. The butt of his fork was cautiously wedged under the palm of Beth's hand, as he was almost certain there was something interesting beneath it. Unless he had simply failed to notice that she always sat with her palm flat on the table. Surreptitiously he tried to convince her hand to reveal said secret. And while there was no possible way she would ever discover him, he decided to adopt an innocent expression. Just in case. Which was difficult, with his gaze flickering back to her hand so often as it was.
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Annie was ok. She thought so, at least.

Oh, who was she fooling?

Annie stumbled into the Great Hall. She wasn't using anyone for support (much as she wished otherwise- although she was kind of trying to squash those thoughts like a bug. Weren't things like this supposed to move more slowly. Maybe it was just the fact her parents used to be best friends and didn't have feelings for each other......alright, inner tangent), but it was fairly obvious she still wasn't feeling well and probably shouldn't be walking around. But she refused to go to the Hospital Wing. She didn't need it! All the hospital would do would be close contact with Nurse Helga, who wasn't Annie's favorite healer on the planet. She was kind of a hardass.

Besides, she really just wanted some of the house elves' lovely food. Contrary to former belief, she really did think they rocked.

"Hey, Ali! Beth! Opal, right?" she said as she finally reached the Hufflepuff table. "So, what a trip, huh? Ali, did you mean Baker? He did not look happy today with just about anything. Although, I mean, he's not usually the happiest guy around." Annie had never had the best impression of Baker. Neither was particularly fond of the other.

Annie realized her mouth was kind of taking off running, so she slowly and sluggishly lowered herself into a seat, then grabbed some food. She felt ravenously hungry, but rather nauseous. It wast a good combo.
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Beth Snape
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The girl's lips gave a sharp tug upon Ali's assessment of their DADA teacher. "Any guesses on who had a role in the shoving?" Beth didn't expect an answer, but merely sent her friend a meaningful glance, wondering whether he'd have the same individual in mind. Turning to the sound of another voice, she returned the greeting, shifting closer to the fellow prefect to allow Annie more space to sit, though instantly regretting the idea when the young man's presence suddenly became a bit too distracting. Hoping nobody would notice, the Hufflepuff swerved back to the other side, if only to allow some airflow between them. Much better. Looking towards the head table as if in expectation of being smitten by the Head of MLE's knowing angry stare, Beth was somewhat relieved by his lack of presence. Still, it almost felt as if speaking ill of the man would land them a detention or extra schoolwork one way or another. "He can be a bast-- uhm, annoying, but the visit was still interesting. I mean, they don't exactly allow any tourists into Azkaban." It hadn't been her intention to defend Baker, he really was a bastard sometimes, but she couldn't help but be grateful for all the unorthodox and rather intriguing or useful things he'd shown them. Most sane people probably wouldn't call a prison interesting, however.

"Feeling better?" she addressed Annie guiltily for not having helped earlier. "You might try to channel the magic from around you rather yourself next time. Kind of like we did in Concepts." The girl felt like even more of an ass for lecturing her housemate after getting injured, but this was sort of her area of expertise, from all the training she'd done for Volatilis. The skill required her to make use of the surrounding energy, even though it was more difficult to access than her own. A mistake Beth had done often in the beginnings and ended up getting tired quickly. None of that could be shared with her friends as the ability of wandless flight needed to remain secret, a promise to her father. Not that she'd done a particularly good job of keeping it. The girl's thoughts were suddenly interrupted once she noticed Alistair's attempts to reveal the object underneath her palm. Arching a delicate eyebrow, amusement plain on her face, Beth cleared her throat before calling him out on it with matching innocence, "Are you looking for something, good Ser?" The smile fell rapidly as she uncovered the captain's badge. "I actually wanted to give it to you," evading his gaze, she moved the badge towards the Hufflepuff before taking hold of her own fork and digging in. It hadn't been her intention to do this publicly, but it was the right decision no matter how many people witnessed her giving up.
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Alistair York
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The meaning behind Beth's glance was not lost upon him. Although it did bring about an interesting sort of significance to their absence from dinner. One that he would have probably brought up if there weren't other people around. In its stead, he winked deviously. The Hufflepuff rather imagined they would come across as insane if they tried to explain Hack to anyone who hadn't come across the phenomenon of their own volition. Of course, they had probably managed to dramatize the pairs relationship so much, by this point. Who even knew anymore. Maybe they were crazy. Alistair's skin prickled as Beth drew near. He had been about to say something to Annie, apologetic or otherwise. But that was gone. The man blinked a few times, in order to clear away some of the befuddlement. "Er.." Nope, hadn't meant to say that aloud. Azkaban. What could he say about Azkaban. Fading into silence seemed impossible, as he'd all but announced some sort of intent to speak. His throat felt a little too dry and he swallowed before continuin. "Maybe they should make it into a thing. Sort of a way of scaring off would be criminals. Can't imagine anyone'd want to spend any great length of time there." Just thinking about it gave him a severe case of the creeps. Although his laughter suggested the statement to be a joke, he wondered if something like that would be effective...

"Yea, you didn't wind up in the ward, did you?" The Hufflepuff was quick to mime in his concern, only slightly ashamed it had managed to slip his mind again. She looked pale and a little nauseous, but it would probably be better if he kept such thoughts internalized. Nobody liked hearing they looked like crap, especially if they weren't feeling well. Both eyebrows rose at Beth's suggestion and he promptly returned to other things. Things like channeling were far above his pay grade. Poking at hands with forks, however... Whoops, caught. Red handed too. The prefect could do nothing about the guilty look that crossed his face, clearly painting him as a perpetrator even if one was willing to over look the whole utensil thing. He cleared his throat, about to say something excessively clever when she revealed his goal.

She'd been made captain. Awesome. The draw couldn't have been more providential. Only, she was handing it him before he could outwardly enunciate his excitement.

The Hufflepuff palmed the badge. There were plenty of reasons this decision of hers was wrong. There weren't precise words for how much he disliked seeing her like this. It was stupid that she couldn't see how incredible she was. Most importantly, "I don't know the first thing about Quidditch..." He was lucky if he got the broom flying in the right direction. Although Ali didn't think convincing her would be so easy, especially with such a weak protestation. Probably, he was going to have to resort to desperate measures. So, before Beth could get any sort of start on why he was so much better suited for the job he went about pinning the badge to the shoulder of her robe. Ali's arm hooked through hers, in case she got the bright idea that scrambling away was an option. The tight grip he held on his fellow prefect's arm had the unintentional side effect of drawing her in close once more. His eyes, entirely of their own mind, attempted to depict that which he would never be eloquent enough to utter. Nonchalantly and with a victorious sort of grin, "I'll give you the arm back if you agree to Captaining the team." Bargaining. Yes. To show he meant business, he pulled Beth's arm in snugly and went about trying to eat. Although mostly because if he stayed in such close quarters he'd probably so something even more stupid. The man didn't stand an owls hoot of actually getting anything into his mouth with his left hand.
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