James Potter can arrest you! But not really. (jamesagain) wrote in thesocieties, @ 2010-03-01 22:30:00 |
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"Alright you lot. Good practise. If you play like that Saturday than we'll definitely beat Hufflepuff. But remember - do not underestimate! And I was serious about two additional practises. Norman, Dominique, Lindsay and I are doing ours Wednesday and Friday. Will, you join us as well. Fred and Niles, let me know when you guys are and I'll give you the brooms. Margaret, take Lily and compete with each other. Get to that Snitch as fast as you can, I don't want any bollocksing around," looking around at the team, James caught all their eyes as he said their names before nodding firmly and grinning. "Go hit the showers and get some sleep. See you in the morning." As the team all but raced away, James looked for Lindsay and caught her eye, gesturing for her to head his way as he grabbed his broom and the Quaffle and began heading back to the pitch. Truth be told he had no idea how he was going to handle this. Still. He'd been thinking on it since he'd gotten her name and his mind was no closer to figuring it out than before. Especially since he had no doubt she'd just laugh at him or shun him or... hit him with the Quaffle. Idly he wondered how hard Obliviation could really be before discarding the notion. Reaching the center of the pitch, James threw a leg over his broom and rose easily into the air. Things were much easier up here, ideas clearer, breathing deeper. With a flip of his wrist, James threw the Quaffle and zoomed to catch it, craddling it in his arm as it thumped into his hands. He did it again, waiting for Lindsay to join him, and not for the first time wishing it was possible to ask his brother's advice on this. Determined not to let James and his harsher treatment as of late get to her, Lindsay mounted her broom and flew up to meet him. "Yes, Captain?" she said, careful to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She wanted to win as much as he did, and if he thought she needed practice… Gripping the Quaffle with both hands, James tossed it easily over to Lindsay. "When I was in fifth year, I got kept after practise for additional training all the time. Did you ever notice?" he asked as the Quaffle sailed into her hands. "I wanted to mutiny or join Hufflepuff or something, I don't know. But I really hated him for it." "No... maybe... why are you telling me this?" she asked, eyes narrowing as she tossed the quaffle back at him. "You're torturing me because you were tortured first?" James caught it, twirling it between his fingers as he shrugged. "Nope. When I finally lost it at him he told me it was because to be the best you needed adversity. Or something. I was too mad to pay attention at the time," he admitted, tossing the Quaffle over his head towards Lindsay. "What I'm trying to say though is that I think you're the best on the team right now, but you could be better. And I'm trying to make you better." A smile flickered across her face, and then she turned serious again. "Thanks for the pep talk," she said. As enlightening as this conversation had been, she was tired and sweaty, her muscles were sore, and she had homework to finish. "Do you want laps then? What?" Shaking his head, James tucked his arms across his chest. "Actually, I want to change the subject. And it'll make sense later, hopefully. But..." trailing off, James tried to give himself his own pep talk as he looked to the side. He'd never actually talked about his Society with someone who wasn't actually in it before and he wasn't completely comfortable with it. "What do you know about Secret Societies?" he finally asked, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes. "And not in general, really. Wand and Quill, to be specific." Oh godric. Lindsay drew in a breath. Was this it? Was she being tapped, or was this some prank of James's? She eyed in for a moment, considering. "Not much," she said, slowly. "They have a pool, and we can probably be expelled for talking about them. Why?" "They also have a pool table," James admitted, inclining his head. "Everyone's all about the pool, which is brilliant, don't get me wrong, but I'm partial to the pool table." Well, that was that, wasn't it? Probably the most admission he could really give. "And yes, we can be. Which is why we're having a training session above ground as we talk about it. Unless you want to stop talking. Toss me the Quaffle back, yeah?" James was in a Society. Well, of course he was. If he was admitting that, then he couldn't be having her on. "Yeah, sure," she said, absentmindedly tossing the Quaffle in his direction. She reminded herself to remain cool. "Why are you telling me this?" James wasn't sure what direction Lindsay thought he was in, and he dipped his broom wide to the right and stretched in order to grip the Quaffle with his fingertips and pull it in. "That?" James interrupted, pointing at the Quaffle, "is why I didn't want to tell you you're the best. Then you start slipping. Unacceptable, Corner," he reprimended, his lips twitching giving his stern words away as he floated back towards her. Letting out a breath, James leaned back and stretched his shoulders, tossing the Quaffle up and catching it before answering her. The hardest part was over, she was showing to be receptive and hadn't just laughed at him. "I'm telling you this because you've been noticed. And as your Captain, it's my job to talk to you about it. See if you're interested in knowing more and make sure you aren't going to go blab to Bloxam." Raising his arms to toss the Quaffle, James stopped himself before letting go and looked at her. "You aren't going to blab to Bloxam, are you?" Lindsay made a face. "Who do you take me for? I'm not even in Transfiguration anymore." Shrugging, he tossed over the Quaffle. Good enough for him. "So. Are you interested then?" "Yeah," she said, and she shot the Quaffle at him, hard and aimed directly at his chest. "Can I go?" "Much better," he complimented, absorbing the throw and flying a few paces back as he caught it. "And not yet. There's another obstacle before you can join, and you need to give me your consent before the process can move forward." Gripping the Quaffle, he tossed it to Lindsay, only a slight bit over her head. "Consent to what?" She reached up to catch the Quaffle, but only kept it in her hands for a brief moment before sending it back towards James. "I'm not sleeping with anyone." "The interview," he answered, catching it easily and holding it while he explained the next part. "Co-interview, really. With me. With... veritaserum," he finally said, rather quickly, finally throwing the Quaffle with the final word. "Whoa," she said catching what he said just as she caught the Quaffle. "I think I'd rather--" She shook her head. "It has to be you?" "If it helps, I'll be on veritaserum too. And you get to interview me as well," he explained, trying to pad the blow. "I had to interview too. It's a bit surreal, kinda fun though. And you'll finally get to ask me a bunch of things and I'll have to be honest, so you win too." She frowned. "I guess. I mean, yes. You have my... consent," she said, hesitantly, but also wondering if there was enough time to obtain an antidote. James grinned. Well, this wasn't as hard as he'd feared. "Brill! Do you... need to talk to anyone else? About Wand and Quill, that is. I can have one of the other Actives you like better answer some questions if you think I'm having you on," he offered. The Corners and the Boots were friends weren't they? Beth was friends with both at any rate. As tempting as it was to ask for more information, she held back. "I'm good. Just let me shower already," she said. "Please." Holding his hands out for the Quaffle, James nodded. "Yeah. Just journal me if you do have any. I'll try to have an answer." Then, because really she did deserve it, he smiled wider. "Good practise Corner. See you in the morning." |