Gwendolyn Morgan is a serial snogger. (![]() ![]() @ 2013-01-10 20:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1943-01] january, algernon selwyn, alphard black, gwendolyn morgan, reuben longbottom |
Who: Alphard Black and Gwendolyn Morgan, Reuben Longbottom and Algernon Selwyn (And anyone who may have witnessed it and wants to react).
Where: Quidditch Pitch
When: Thursday 10 January 1942, Evening after Gryffindor Practice
What: Hogwarts Unchained.
Status: Log, Open to observer comments if wanted below.
Normally Gwen didn't let the Slytherin Quidditch players get to her. She was used to Augustus after all, but with all the emotions reeling inside her the past few weeks, she took more offense than usual to the pretty boy Black's comments about the Gryffindor team. All her anger at Augustus took a swift turn and since she couldn't hurt him, settled on a closer and possibly more satisfactory target. Alphard Black. After practice she was still on her broom, bundled up against the cold, strands of hair escaping her cap as she flew over the pitch, watching the others go to the Locker Rooms. She waited to see if he would dare show, swiftly moving along the pitch with grace and ease and then slamming the Quaffle through the unguarded ring. She was going to kick his sorry arse. Alphard knew better than to pick fights with Gryffindors, particularly fights that he could not win. Chivalry, honor, recklessness. As a Slytherin, none of these words had any meaning to him. Yet, he pressed on. He wouldn't have been able to explain himself. If he had been far above, looking down upon himself, he might have wondered why he didn't stop, turn back, and brush off the inevitable cries of cowardice. He was a Slytherin. It was expected that he didn't brashly enter into conflicts. All of these thoughts came to him, over the course of his cold walk to the Quidditch Pitch, and all of them he brushed aside without much consideration. When he stepped out onto the Pitch, wrapped in his usual carefully coordinated layers, he had quite forgotten most of the reasons why he should not be here. Seeing Morgan far, far above him, he tucked his wand into his sleeve and kicked off into the air. Gwen sensed someone up with her before she heard them, and she turned her head to see a blur of Slytherin green nearby. Automatically she corrected her course, the Quaffle still under her arm after having caught it in mid flight. She headed straight toward him, arrow swift, looping up and around him, before throwing it right at his head. "I see you didn't chicken out." Alphard caught the Quaffle easily enough. Steadying himself on his broom with one hand, he turned and flew towards her, ducking under her just in time. Her words caught his ears just as he looped around to face her. "Is that you're attempt at a forfeit?" He laughed and tossed the ball back at her. Not at her head. He was still a gentleman, after all. "You'll have to do better than that." "If you think that was a forfeit perhaps you need to get your hearing checked. Perhaps you're deaf in addition to dumb and blind." She nudged her broom so it shot past him, her cloak streaming out behind her like a scarlet flame as she chased the Quaffle. "Best point out of five? Or do you want to race me around the pitch?" She caught the ball easily, supporting it on her palm, and weighing it, considering how she'd rather it be a bludger in his face. Alphard lagged behind slightly, watching as she shot past him. "Oh, I don't know." He spoke in an almost bored tone. As if being dragged from the warm confines of the castle to fight over Quidditch had been her idea, not his. In reality, he was trying to calculate at exactly which point he could jinx her broom and finally be done with this entire charade. "Shall we race?" "Let's go." Gwen tossed the Quaffle down to the ground and then went to the nearest goal post where she hovered, waiting for him. "Thrice around the pitch, loser has to put away the equipment from practice." She gave him a look but a trace of a grin crossed her features, she loved flying too much to be completely sour. Once he caught up with her she raised her arm and then lowered it, and suddenly they were off, jockeying for position as they flew around the pitch, the biting cold wind tearing at their brooms. Racing nearly neck and neck around the edges of the pitch, Alphard could sense when she pulled ahead. It was only half a broom length's difference, maybe less, halfway through the second lap. Just far enough that Alphard could easily fall back and concede defeat. He didn't even bother to chase after her. Lazily drifting near the goal hoops, he cast a Hurling Hex at the tiny blur that was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. Gwen felt a surge of victory that she was winning, and just as quickly that turned to alarm as her broom lurched forward sharply, knocking her into a hoop, and then trying to buck her off. She cursed, and clutched broom hard, trying to control her wayward broom. Luckily she was good on a broom, and brought it down swiftly, holding on the entire way, her shoulder on fire from colliding with the hoop. She got closer to the ground before it bucked her, but she still fell the last fifteen or so feet, landing with a bone crushing thud, her broom spiraling around before coming to rest, now quietly beside her. The breath knocked out of her, it took her a moment to get up, but when she did, clutching her sore shoulder, she was raging. "BLACK!" she shrieked. "YOU HEXED MY BROOM!" If anyone was around in the locker rooms they would have heard that for certain, because she sounded like an injured water buffalo-cum-harpy. Alphard had already landed when Morgan fell to the ground. He winced at the sound of her body hitting the earth, and again at the sound of her shriek. It was only belatedly that he realized how close the rest of the Gryffindor team might be; he shouldn't have come alone. He saw her charge at him, and barely had time to register what had happened, before he found himself pinned to the ground. All he could do was struggle against her, caught between the choice of hitting a girl or dying at the hands of one. Though, he did knee her once, for Thalia. Gwen was irate, obviously, and she tackled him hard to the ground and then punched him in the face once or twice in between him trying to ward him off with his hands. "You don't mess with somebody's broom you bloody pansy!" When he kneed her, she yelped and then she kneed him back where it counted before popping him hard. She was aiming for his nose but when he jerked she got him right in the mouth, and split her knuckles in the process. The shower of blood was a combination of both hers and his and she hoped maybe she'd busted a tooth. Or four. Reuben had watched the events mostly in shock and horror, although he'd also yelled a number of colourful profanities at Alphard. He rushed forward when Gwen had him on the ground, not wanting Gryffindor to lose their chance at playing Ravenclaw this Saturday, nor Gwen to have murdered somebody before dinner time. "Come on, then," he said, looping his arms around Gwen's middle and attempting to pull her off of Alphard. He didn't hate Alphard, the kid didn't deserve to be mutilated at the hands of a very angry Quidditch captain. No, wait, he'd almost killed her. Still. Quidditch on Saturday. "OY!" he called to Algie. "Little help?" Algernon was slower coming out of the locker rooms. Because he'd been in a mood lately, and he tended to be slower when he was in moods. He sidled up next to Reuben to observe the proceedings and felt a flash of anger when he recognized the body under Gwen. Alphard Black. Algie thought back to the recent journal conversation he'd had with Alphard, where Alphard had mocked him. He didn't particularly want to help Reuben break up the fight. If anything, he wanted to take a crack at Black himself. He crossed his arms and made a face. "Let her hit him," he sneered. "Come on," Reuben replied. It was harder to pry Gwen off someone she was fighting than to convince a cat to take a bath. He thought he'd wind up scratched in a minute if he didn't have any help, and he wasn't about to ask Sebastian for it. He heaved and ho'd again but she was still stuck. "You want to get Quidditch cancelled? Because there won't be a game on Saturday if she kills him!" he shouted. Algie heaved a long-suffering sigh and leaned over to grab Gwen's arms, holding each of her wrists still in a vice grip. He glared at Alphard's bloodied face and then at Gwen before pushing in the direction that Reuben was pulling. "Alright, you've made your sodding point. No use harping on it." Gwen struggled against Reuben, her sharp elbows poking him in the sides and her hands clawing at his arms. "No!" she said. "He hexed my broom! You don't just do that. You could have killed me! You don't hex people in the back! Stupid Slytherins, they're all the same! Taking advantage and being horrible just when you think you can trust - " She broke off and scowled as Algie started to help drag her off. She gave Alphard a parting kick in the arse. "You're ALL ALIKE." Algie pushed Gwen back and then left her to Reuben. He looked back down at Alphard and, for a long second, debated kicking him in the side -- but it wasn't the Gryffindor way to kick a man when he was down. Instead, he reached down and grabbed Alphard's arm, pulling him roughly to his feet. He held Alphard up for just a moment before shoving him away. "You had it bloody coming." |