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Tweak says, "Captain, My Captain!"

Ashley Knowlton (pages_of_ash) wrote in mistaken_pieces,
@ 2009-02-01 13:06:00

Entry tags:

! rp, - 2020 october, - quidditch pitch, [player: caz], [player: halo], benjamin higgins, jacob flint, scorpius malfoy

October 1, 2020 - This, that, and the other thing
Who: Jacob, Scorpius, Ben
Where: Quidditch pitch
When: Early afternoon
Rating: PG?
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: The quidditch team snarks at each other on the pitch, and Jacob shakes up the positions just to see what happens.

Jacob was glad practices had actually started - and he was kind of annoyed that it had taken them so long to get things scheduled and settled. He also tried not to be annoyed that this was his last year, and his last shot at getting the cup. He wondered how the other houses were holding up, really.

"Malfoy," he barked to the blond. "Watch what you're doing, and ignore the rest of them."

He ignored Malfoy's rude gesture and continued to survey the others flying around the pitch. He also tried to ignore the audience, and he wondered why they hadn't banned people from watching practices.

Though on the flip side of that, he supposed that would mean he couldn't torment the Gryffindors during their practices ... he supposed it was a fair trade after all.

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random_scrawl
2009-02-02 06:45 pm UTC (link)

He grinned a bit and leaned back on his broom.

"Just thought I'd mention," he replied, "Spread the word, as it were."

He wondered who else he could tell and what kind of damage control Eline might try. Well, that's what she got for being an irritating upstart 'puff and trying to win an argument about him.

Hazel eyes glanced to Scorpius and he smirked.

"Best listen to him, Malfoy," he pointed out, "Unless you want to get stuck cleaning the balls or something."

Intentional wording? Perhaps.

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pages_of_ash
2009-02-02 09:38 pm UTC (link)

"Malfoy's not good enough to clean my balls," Jacob said with a slight grin. He was vaguely curious about Ben's apparently random desire to spread the word about an easy girl - like there weren't enough of them around - but he let it go.

Maybe he fancied her.

Shrugging to himself, he started to spiral downward, intending to head in, considering practice more or less done. Maybe he'd write up some drills or some practice ideas later.

... yeah, right.

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