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Tweak says, "This is Sparta!!!!"

spinrightround (spinrightround) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-12-26 11:00:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 09 2003, character: alicia spinnet, character: george weasley

Who: Alicia Spinnet and George Weasley
What: There's nothing like tossing a quaffle to put your troubles in perspective
Where: Hogsmeade Community Pitch (small quidditch pitch by the residential part of Hogsmeade)
When: November 9, 4 PM
Rating: Likely PGish, with the occasional bad language

Alicia had to work her 'other job' that night, and she was in no mood for it - however, it was a decent night to line her purse. While few blokes spent their Sundays at the Honepot, few of the dancers did either, which meant that those willing to work were often well compensated by those that did come. The only positive thing was that she hadn't had one of those nightmares last night, and for a while could go without the thought of being strangled.

She needed to get out of her flat, somplace where she could just fly. The pick-up game in memory of Harry had reminded her how long it had been since she'd flown regularly, and she needed that again. Grabbing her broom and a quaffle, she Apparated to the small pitch near Hogsmeade.

It was a lovely day with the sun shining and the wind picking up enough to promise an enjoyable flight. She looked around and saw she wasn't quite a lone, a witch and a young boy were practicing flying close to the ground - it was likely the boy's first time on a broom, judging by his technique. She smiled, remembering how her own father had taken her for her first solo flight when she was nine (before that, he'd had trouble resisting her pleas, begging to be taken with him when he flew).

Her heart already warmer than it had been moments ago, she straddled her broom and set her sights on the sky, kicking off from the ground with a joyous yell.

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prankstrinchief
2011-12-26 09:07 pm UTC (link)

It was the yell that caught George's attention where he sat in the stands. He'd been watching the kid who was getting his first flying lesson, remembering when his older brothers had taken him and Fred for their fist flight. He'd stopped by the pitch to post a few fliers for blokes interested in joining his Holyhead Harpies cheerleading team. He'd been thinking endlessly about Quidditch since he'd talked to Angie the previous night. He hadn't really played much since losing Fred, really only the memorial game, but he missed the thrill of flying, even if it hurt a bit to think of. But when he'd heard that shout, he quickly looked to see who it was, and was pleasantly surprised to see Ally speading into the air. He leaned back and watched her fly around for a bit with a smile on his face.

When she flew closer he let out a loud whistle to catch her attention and waved, seeing if shed touch down long enough to say hello. He hadn't talked to her recently, but the meeting last night had left him worried about her, and he'd been thinking of her as much as Qudditch. He wanted the chance to make sure she was alright, and to offer any help he might be able to give. "Oy Ally!" he called.

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spinrightround
2011-12-26 10:57 pm UTC (link)

She was free, free from worries, and nightmares, and waking up to a lonely bed most mornings. All she could feel was the wind in her hair, and the movement in her stomach as she zoomed up and down. This was what it meant to live, and as always, she wondered why she didn't do it enough anymore.

But then, adulthood often pushed such pleasures of youth to the side, didn't it.

She heard a loud whistle and looked in its direction, seeing a familiar head of ginger and a hand waving at her. She smiled and turned her broom around to head back toward the stands and brought it to a float not too far from where he sat.

"Oh George," she replied, in a far better mood than she'd been at the meeting the day before. "Where's your broom? I've brought a quaffle, if you'd like to toss it about for a bit."

	spinrightround 2011-12-27 04:36 am UTC (link)
	Oh, that little bugger... All right, she did look, but she was human, after all. However, he still needed to be punished for that remark. Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she streamlined herself to lower wind resistance until her broom was right next to his. Finally, she reached out... ... and shoved him off his broom. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)