Glynnie loves Tibby. And also her legs. (ex_bobbysock604) wrote in blurred_war, @ 2010-02-16 20:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [02] february 1943, ! house: hufflepuff, ! quidditch: pre-game, aoife kelly, glynnis griffiths |
Who: Glynnis and Aoife
Where: The Hufflepuff common room!
What: A little bit of endurance work
When: Tuesday, 16 February 1943; before practise.
Status: Complete!
Rating: PG for mild language
Glynnis looked at Aoife with a tight, pained grin as they both scooted a bit lower on the wall, their backs flat against the stone, squatting as if they were sitting in a chair, their arms extended as they both held quaffles with their arms straight in front of them. Glynnis' arms burned as if they had been dipped in kerosene and set alight, and her thighs were beginning to ache like there were knives creeping through her veins. When her father had been on that community rugby team, this was one of their exercises; she used to watch him do this in his office and stare in utter disbelief: who would do that, willingly! Well. Now it was here. Stupid desire to win! They had been holding this for nearly a minute, which meant... "Okay, slide a bit lower, and raise the quaffle up an inch," she said, wincing and letting out a groan as she slid a touch lower towards the floor, barely managing to lift the ball higher as her arms shook. "And remind yourself over and over, if I've got to sit on a broom for hours during this game, I need to have endurance...I need to have endurance...I love Quidditch, I do," she panted with a disbelieving snort, giving a bitter smile to the other girl. "Uf," Aoife grunted feeling as if it was rather likely that Professor Gulch would not approve of that response, regardless of the circumstances. Her face was squished up with the strain as she followed Glynnis' example - or tried to - until her legs gave out from under her and she lost her balance and landed on her behind, with another "Oof!" "Bloody hell," she muttered, and then looked abashed. Obviously the fact that she'd been raised in a pub was showing through. "Sorry," she added, even though she knew that Glynnis had probably heard worse having been on the team for as long as she had been. She clamoured back to her feet, stretched with her arms over her head and then she took the position up again, determined that this time she wouldn't mess up quite so quickly. "Endurance is good," she said, "and I do love Quidditch. I do love Quidditch. I DO." "Oh, please," she laughed. "When my dad did these, he cursed up a bloody blue streak so loud, I was certain they could hear him over in Ireland!" She was about to take the opportunity to stretch, but Aoife got back against the wall so quickly, she just let out a moan and kept going. Bloody stupid Quidditch. "My dad and a lot of the shop owners in the neighbourhood formed a rugby team, and he was so badly out of shape, it was ridiculous. I tried to tell him--" She groaned out loud, grimacing hard for a long moment as her arms started to shake badly. "Eeeng," she whined, struggling to keep her arms up. Bollocks bollocks bollocks! Aoife followed Glynnis' lead even though as she let her weight back down on her legs, she thought she was going to fall down again. She closed her eyes, wrinkled up her brow and said determinedly, "I love Quidditch!" She glanced at Glynnis again and raised her arms up with the Quaffle ignoring any pain in her arms, of which there was rather a lot of it. She grinned though at Glynnis' story, and as the other girl broke off Aoife drew in her breath and said. "Keep going Glynnis! We're going to beat Gryffindor's arse so strongly that they're not going to know what hit them - you can do it!" And as if to demonstrate her point she raised her own arms up a bit further, closing her eyes against the protesting muscles. She was going to be bloody exhausted tonight, but she could sleep and transfiguration would wait - right? Glynnis managed a pained laugh, struggling mightily to keep her arms up. She liked Aoife, she wasn't a dull dishwater like so many of the other girls. A dance hall girl and a pub girl were cut from similar cloth, weren't they? She wished sometimes that Aoife was up in her year--wouldn't they have a ball together? "I love Quidditch! We are going to make Gryffindor cry harder than Myrtle on Apparition night! I...argh!" she yelped, finally dropping the quaffle and collasping down to the ground in a heap of laughter, her muscles twitching. "That's a lot of tears," she laughed, clutching her poor aching arms to her chest. Aoife had managed very well until Glynnis mentioned Myrtle on apparition night. And with that reference, although Aoife had only heard about the absurdity of what had happened at the Apparition class second hand, she collapsed onto the ground next to Glynnis laughing. "Oh Merlin," she grinned. "It'll be like a waterfall down from Gryffindor tower - we might have to evacuate the common room and then where will we be!?" "Ugh!" She laughed and kicked the quaffle away from her for the moment. "I think every single muscle in my body is crying as hard as Gryffindor will be." She sighed. Or she hoped they would be anyway. "Our victory party will have to be held in a boat: the Jolly Roger Badgers," Glynnis said, laughing harder. "We fly to victory...we paddle to safety. Cheers!" She kept laughing, pressing her hands to her mouth to try to stop, and then she let out a few pitiful snorts. "Oh, Aoify, we have to do it again," she moaned, though she still giggled a bit under it all. The idea of them in a boat--well, that was a motivating image, right? "Oh Merlin don't remind me," Aoife collapsed across the floor in a rather unladylike way. But they did have to do it again, and considering the extra burden of taking care of eggs of all things, they would need to get on it so that she didn't miss out on an opportunity. "Right then," she pushed herself off the floor and gave Glynnis a grin. "Someone needs to paint that picture you know, the flying and paddling," and then she was in a fit of giggles as she managed to pull herself to her feet. She breathed out, trying to regain a sense of poise and calm, because doing the types of exercises that she and Glynnis were doing, was not very good if one was doing it while laughing. And then she stood up straight and gave Glynnis a mock stern look as if Aoife were Captain and not a mere reserve player. "We can't let these Gryffs get away with it. Accio Quaffle," and the quaffle that had rolled away a few minutes before came flying across the room so that she caught in her arm. "Again!" |