Constantine "Taff" Rivers (pl_constantine) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-09-25 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 september, constantine rivers, sorin radoslav |
Who: Constantine Rivers and open
What: Taff's angry and sad and taking out said feelings on a wall
Where: Hogwarts courtyard
When: Thursday evening
Rating: pg
Incomplete || Open
Taff slammed the Quaffle against the wall of the courtyard and rushed to catch it before it hit the floor. No sooner had the ball touched his hands then he was throwing it again, over arm as hard as he could. There was something satisfying about the heavy, hollow THUNK noise it made as it slammed against the ancient brick-work of the castle. That, and he vaguely felt like he was training.
Truth was, all the running and leaping and catching and throwing was taking his mind off the one thing really troubling him then and there.
Tristan.
His brother had kissed Oliver Wood. Spent the NIGHT with him and who knew what THAT involved! He knew it would've probably upset him to learn his brother was doing that with anyone, but the fact it was Oliver Wood drove Constantine past the point of rational anger and misery. WHY HIM?!
THUNK.
Why Oliver Wood?
THUNK.
Why hadn't Tristan listened to him when he'd said to avoid Wood?
Thunk.
Why hadn't Tristan replied to his last journal?
THUNK.
The quaffle hit the wall at a strange angle and bounced off fast. Taff skidded sideways, trying to change direction so he wouldn't miss the catch, but the floor was a little gravelly and dusty and his feet slipped out from under him. He tumbled and threw out his hand to stop his fall, grazing his palm on the floor.
"Shit!" He cursed. The quaffle bounced off gently towards the entryway to the courtyard.