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| Everett Slater |
| Posted: Feb 22 2006, 08:35 PM |
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Everett Maximillian Jules Slater was training for Quidditch. He really wanted to get the hang of it before actually trying out, so he had hauled himself outside bright and early to try and swing a bat around on the pitch a bit. The only problem was, he couldn't find any equipment, which was depressing. He had gone through several random people's belongings on the pitch, but nothing had revealed a beater's bat, or any of the balls necessary for gameplay.
"Blast," he murmured, putting his bandaged fists on his hips. Which was another thing in itself. He was prepared to swing around that bat until his fingertips bled, but his hands were already in varying levels of excruciating pain. In Astronomy, he'd been tripped over by Caleb, and a cup of hot, reallyhot cocoa had fallen off the desk. In his valiant attempt to catch the mug before it hit the floor, Everett had made a dive for it.
The mug landed upside down in his outstretched hand, the scalding liquid searing across his palm and causing minor burns to rise there, his palms shiny and blistery. Then, for Longbottom's crackpot lesson, he'd dragged all the firsties out to the Sahara desert using a portkey, which was stupid, because none of them had been the slightest bit prepared.
Especially Everett, who was now sporting a girly burn on his cheekbones that made him appear to be wearing rouge, when really he wasn't. He also had sunburn on the backs of his hands, making it difficult for him to move his fingers and knuckles without experiencing discomfort. So he was just a whiny mess, and now he was up early and didn't know where any Quiddy stuff was. He plopped down on the grass and looked annoyed at nobody in particular.
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| Hekate Cronus |
| Posted: Feb 25 2006, 08:24 PM |
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Remind her again why she was doing this? She really should not have been out there. She couldn't remember what was going through her mind when she had signed up to try out for quidditch. What was she thinking?! She was way too vertically challenged to attempt the whole 'staying on your broom while attempting to not hold on because you had to hold on to a ball' thing. She knew it. They had to know it.
The problem was... she was one of those 'finish what you start' people and she would keep with it even if it killed her. Which, at that point, she thought it just might. Falling off a broom would do that, ya know.
Spotting a boy she had seen around the commons and class, she shook her head as he seemed to, in her mind, throw a tantrum. Fists on hips, mumuring, plopping on the ground with looks? Yep. Classic signs of a tantrum. Stupid boy. One more to add on to the ever growing lists of boys she was sure prooved that the only good ones were her father and some times, her brother (who, in her mind, was just as bad as the lot of them, at times). Boys.
A shake of her head causing her black curls (that were really beginning to frizz out without her mum's help) to fall in her face and she headed the short distance towards him, shoving them out of her face as she went. Yeah, she was a glutton for punishment (or maybe it was because she could have sworn she had noticed him sign up for quidditch too).
"Whatever are you doing down there?" Hekate said with a raised eyebrow as she looked at him on the moist ground. It was Scotland and early morning, after all. "You're going to have a wet bum."
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| Everett Slater |
| Posted: Feb 25 2006, 10:00 PM |
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"Whatever are you doing down there?" said someone. "You're going to have a wet bum."
Everett looked up. There was a short Slytherin girl with rampant black hair standing in front of him. He blinked. When had that happened? The way people snuck up on him so easily, you'd think he walked around with his eyes closed or something. He never noticed anything, and people always took advantage of his less-than-amazing observational skills. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and glared at her.
"I am NOT going to have a wet bum," he retorted despite the fact that his trousers were soaked through. If she hadn't brought it up, he probably wouldn't have noticed. So really it was ultimately her fault that he had gotten wet when he sat down in the grass. He stood up and was glad for his robes because you couldn't see the water when it was black and you also couldn't see his pants behind the robes. He peered at her. She looked kind of familiar. "Do I know you?"
Oh. Bugger, he did know her. He'd seen her when he was coming out of Madame Malkin's malicious man-molesting marketplace that one time, when he was tripping around Diagon Alley in his abnormally long new robes. He only hoped she wouldn't remember. And if she did, so what? It's not like that had been embarrassing or anything. *denial* He looked at her and grinned. "You here for Quidditch?" |
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| Hekate Cronus |
| Posted: Feb 25 2006, 10:31 PM |
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'Probably already has one...' she thought with an amused little smile as he denied any wetness. It was lucky for him that Hekate had no desire to investigate simply to prove her point. She knew she was right and that was good enough for her.. for the moment. Which had nothign to do with the fact that the only way she'd have been able to tell would be with her hand cause of the black robes... and she certainly was not going to find out that way!
"Well... considering we're in the same house..." Hekate said with a slight roll of her eyes. Boys were so stupid. Of course he knew her. They lived under the same roof. Then again, she didn't know his name any more than he seemed to know hers. She may have thought back to a day in Diagon Alley, but she didn't focus on the specifics. One silly boy was just like any other. Though, she did have to admit that Devon had a bit of potential. At least, he hadn't annoyed her as much as that Keith fellow had. Why Hannah insisted on hanging out with him still she had no idea.
Her thoughts offtopic, she looked back at him, this time looking up since he was standing up. "Hekate Cronus." She supplied and gave a small incline of her head. A biref thought of shaking his hand went in her mind, but she didn't feel a need to play with the muggle custom she had learned while staying with her brother. It'd mean touching him and well... why would she want to do that?
"Of course I'm here for quidditch... Can't quite figuire out why I'm here for quidditch though..." she added and then reddened at that admission. Probably not a good idea to admit that you didn't know why you were doing something. |
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| Everett Slater |
| Posted: Mar 9 2006, 12:15 AM |
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"Nice to meet you, Hekate," he said, trying desperately not to let his mouth stumble all over the exotic name. And failing. At least, last time he checked it wasn't hard to imitate the sounds that came out of someone else's mouth, but somewhere between her lips and his brain, Hekate had become 'heykatie'. He scrunched up his nose and squinted at her, then waved a hand through the air as if erasing his mistake. "Hekate," he said again, closer to the proper pronunciation this time. Feeling accomplished, he stopped trying, and went back to looking at her.
"I'm Max," he told her. "Slater." ...Yikes. Max didn't roll off his tongue the way it did when Caycee said it. Maybe he should just stick with his nancy girly stupid name. He'd give his mum hell for misnaming him at some other point in time. Ev wondered if he'd dueled her before. She looked more familiar than just having seen her once in Diagon Alley. Oh. Wait. They were in the same house. Yeah, that'd be it. Now feeling dumb instead of achieved, Everett kicked at the wet grass with his toe, feeling moderately uncomfortable with his wet arse in the middle of a field with a smart person.
"Of course I'm here for quidditch... Can't quite figure out why I'm here for quidditch though..." Everett raised his eyebrows, at this..bizarre confession, then scratched his chin. "Well..what're you doing out here? It's kind of cold." He glanced at the bumps on his arm as a shiver whisked down his spine to illustrate his point. "I came out for Quiddy. But the weather's crap and I also can't find any stuff to practice with. I don't know if I can get a broom, because the shack is probably locked. And there are no Quaffles just lying around," he added, irritated. "Maybe I should just go back to the dungeons and rot." |
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