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

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Entry tags:!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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[info]spinrightround
2011-12-28 04:38 pm UTC (link)
"You arse!" she cried out as he managed to score. This was now WAR.

She swooped to collect the quaffle where it fell from the hoop, and without stopping, swerved around to head for the other end. She didn't look behind her, didn't allow herself to be distracted by anything other than the sight of the hoop before her and the quaffle in her arms.

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