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Melinda Bobbin (bobbinbobbin) wrote in resurrectio_rpg,
@ 2008-04-09 19:06:00

Who: Melinda Bobbin & Open
When: After dinner, it is sort of dusky out
Where: Quidditch Pitch
What: Dodging the thing called homework
Rating: I would assume G
Status: Incomplete

After dinner it left a lot of time for someone to do what they wanted, as long as they didn’t have Astronomy Classes. Melinda of course knew the ideal way to spend the time was to do homework, but lets be honest she wasn’t making plans to do homework. Melinda was sitting in the common room with something on her mind, that something was what se could be spending her time doing. Her options were finding someone and getting them to entertain her, picking lint off the couch, homework, or going for a walk. It was decided to go for a walk, but picking lint off the couch did have its merits. So she hopped up off the couch, ran up the steps stripped out of her school uniform finding something more her style, mainly pants and a sweater, and heading on out of the common room in hopes to bump into someone that would hang out with her.

Pushing her hair from her face Melinda sighed heavily if she didn’t find someone then she would have to entertain herself. Right now though the only thing she could focus on was the sound of her sneakers on the floor. With a heavy groan she got to the top of the staircase, and rubbed her thighs a little. Apparently she was a tad out of shape from the lounging summer se was forced into for her own protection, she couldn’t exactly argue with logic but it didn’t stop the lethargic summer from being painful.

Melinda finally burst out to the grounds after waving at a few people who seemed to be on route to somewhere, and she wasn’t about to disturb them. Melinda took a glance of the situation outside the walls of Hogwarts before walking down the steps and navigating a route towards the quidditch pitch, from outside it was a more pleasant walk than the indoor one. When the pitch came into view she started at more of a jog and finally she had arrived at her destination. Could it be silly to say she actually missed this place? Whatever it was she was feeling she walked out into the middle of the pitch, sat down and sprawled out onto her back.

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toomanybrothers
2008-04-10 08:22 pm UTC (link)

Ginny was sick of homework already. They'd hardly been back to school and she was already pining for the freedom of summer. Of course, she was then vividly reminded of her mother's instability and the strict restrictions that she was held captive in the Burrow under and she couldn't decide which was better. At least at home, she didn't have to deal with the blasted journal, which, if she was being honest with herself, still gave her the creeps. It wasn't so much the journal part that she took issue with. It was the everyone seeing it. It was the thought that someone might use it against her again, and that was what terrified her the most. But she was sure her privacy hexes were strong enough to keep unwanted eyes out and so she'd continue writing pointless public entries in order to keep herself out of detention for failing to do so.

Her biggest gripe with the journals lately had become having to read and therefore think about, the upcoming ball. The ball to which she still didn't have a date. She was just so fed up with the general population of the school and their wonky views on it all. She was sick of the obsessing and the worrying and the fighting and the overall commotion that a stupid ball could cause.

It was with this mindset and annoyance that caused her to throw her journal in frustration, letting out a scoff. Of course, not perusing the contents of her journal left her once more with school work or finding something more entertaining. Her Quidditch pads caught her eye and she figured it as good a time as any to get in a bit of extra practice. Especially if it meant putting that essay she was supposed to be writing off for another hour or so.

Grabbing her things she headed towards the pitch, ready to relieve her stress on her broomstick. However, it was quickly apparent as she trekked to the broom shed, that she wasn't alone.

Jogging over to the sprawled out figure she ran a hand through her messy waves and bent down with a concerned look. "Did you fall?" She asked slightly out of breath and panicked, not bothering to notice there wasn't a broom nearby enough to have fallen from.

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bobbinbobbin
2008-04-10 09:43 pm UTC (link)

The quiet was nice and the dusky sky above was nice to look at. Melinda was enjoying the fact hat she wasn’t thinking about anything in particular was left to her own devices. Of course being left could be a tad dangerous; after all she had far too much energy and was known for acting upon whim. Her whim had brought to her to her current, rather stationary horizontal position, but it was her relaxed feel that kept her there. Of course as she heard the sound of someone’s voice, and their figure come into view Melinda chuckled as she continued to lay there. The shaking of her body against the ground left quite the sensation only making her chuckle more because of it, Melinda found amusement in the strangest things.

“No, I didn’t fall I am quite alright.” Melinda said to the figure who looked rather concerned, as she began to focus she saw exactly who it was. “Ah Ginny, hello!” She said this with some strange enthusiasm as she sat up and rested her weight on her hands behind her as she looked around the pitch. “Thank you for your concern though, but I just felt like lying in the pitch because, well, I missed it.” Mel chuckled to herself, feeling foolish for having said what she said.

Taking in the surroundings that now included Ginny she smirked. “Out for a bit of practice?” Melinda didn’t see the harm in practicing alone. Melinda did it all the time, which was why she had gotten pretty good at charming the quaffle to move on its own accord. If it weren’t for that she would never be able to practice alone.

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toomanybrothers
2008-04-12 09:54 am UTC (link)

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief and ran a quick hand through her hair as her nerves calmed down considerably. "Right. Good then." She gave a small laugh. "Thought I was going to have to learn really quick how to magic a strecher for you, which could've ended badly." She felt a bit awkward standing there and so she sat down on the cool grass.

"And missing it is understandable. Summer was a bit too much time away from the pitch for me. Though, trials are a bit rough this year." She mused, picking lightly at the blades of grass in front of her. She let out a small sigh befor looking back up at Melinda. "Yeah, I figured I could run some drills and get away from all the talk about balls and dressrobes and shoes for a bit." Ginny laughed.

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bobbinbobbin
2008-04-12 07:06 pm UTC (link)

Melinda laughed again, she often did this as she was so full of energy and you just had to laugh when someone brought up how to magic a stretcher. “Well I am sure you would have done just fine, me on the other hand probably not.” Melinda shrugged her shoulders as she looked up at Ginny hoping she would sit down because talking to someone towering over you was a little nerve wracking.

“Yeah trials were a bit rough, but I still look forward to playing. I didn’t really like being on lock down.” Melinda shrugged her shoulders and joined Ginny in playing with the blades of grass as she shifted her position. “Oh yes the ball. People are making such a big deal about it. I am just excited to go and dance. I don’t want to think about dressrobes or shoes, honestly I am wearing my trainers I don’t care.” Melinda chuckled with amusement.

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