Seriously?! Characters: Artemis and Louis When: October 14th, 6:30 pm Where: Quidditch stands Rating: PG? E for Everyone! Summary: Artemis is on her daily escape from the castle and is double checking her strategies for the upcoming Quidditch match, however, certain things are not cooperating.
She really couldn't understand how everyone spent so much time locked away inside the castle without going completely and hopelessly insane. She had to escape at least once a day to keep her own sanity in tact. She couldn't begin to imagine staying inside for more than a twenty-four hour stretch, then again, she supposed that did explain the shockingly large percentage of oddities in the student population, however, as interesting as that information was, it was neither here nor there and it certainly wasn't going to help her plot out a winning strategy for their upcoming match against Gryffindor.
Pushing Hogwarts oddities from her mind, Artemis began to spread out the many dog-eared pages she'd brought with her out on the stretch of bench before her. Each crumpled paper displayed little stick figures (who happened to be colour-coded green and red) who were currently performing some of the maneuvers the team had been perfecting. Some called her obsessive, but she liked to think of it as careful planning and there was no harm in that!
"Bullocks," she muttered, scanning the pages and rearranging some of them to new locations. "Scorpius won't have a problem with Potter, but Shaklebolt is going to be an issue. That bloody aim of his is wicked," she added, unconsciously rubbing her right elbow. She had first hand experience on just how good his aim was. He was good, not that she liked to admit it.
Rearranging the papers once more, she nodded quite satisfied with the result. "If we direct Goliath's entire attention on Shaklebolt and reposition Wolfgang and Brendan that should give us-" she had just reached to tuck the final piece of the puzzle into place when a rather chilly October wind swirled around her, picking up her papers and literally scattering them to the wind. She was quite positive a few of them and fluttered over the edge of the stands and were currently making their slow spiral down toward the ground.
"Oh, for the love of Merlin!" she ranted, kicking the bench in front of her. Of all the bloody things to happen. "Is a little cooperation too much to ask for?!" she shouted, with a murderous glare upward to whichever Fate was currently laughing their arse off. As if in response another gust of wind whipped through her little area, creating a far larger radius with her papers than she cared to recognize. "Seriously?!"