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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2013 22:39:40 GMT
Y O U ' R E A M A Z I N G- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -just the way you areThough Corey didn't enjoy playing the sport, she much enjoyed watching the practices and games. Today, her own house, Ravenclaw, played a match against Gryffindor. Unfortunately, she'd been studying and doing homework, and missed the game. Now, she was just walking the Quiditch court, checking out what people had left of the game.
Nothing grabbed her interest. Mostly, there was just garbage. Corey sighed, and whispered to herself, "Well, so much for fun." She continued walking, deciding since she was already here to just keep on going. At least she'd get some exercise for the day.
She was about to turn around and head back when she smacked right into another late-stayer. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry," she said immediately.
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Post by weston marc boot on Sept 7, 2013 6:18:37 GMT
You're like a bullet to my heart You're like a very far shooting star The very thing that I need Look at how you get to me -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't leave, I know I f'd it up That's my luck, that's just my luck Here I go, here I go and do it again
Weston had decided that he was fed up with attempting to learn Charms. He didn’t need charms to be a professional quidditch player. Even if he did he would use a life line and just call up Dani, Jess, or Lily. Any of them would help him if he needed to put a bone back in place. Rach was a healer he didn’t need any of this stuff. Frustrated he pushed the book over the side of the table and decided to take a run. He glanced at the clock making sure the match was over before pulling on a lose pair of black gym shorts and lacing up his shoes. When he was young his mother forced him to run because he drove everyone up the wall with his excessive tapping and annoying ticks that would occur due to being extremely A.D.D. He took off through the common room where he was pretty sure Kaylee was about to hunt him down since he was bailing on the potion tutoring session. He just had to graduate. That’s all he had to do.
Wes got down to the pitch and leaned against one of the golden posts as he stared down to the stop watch around his wrist. He clicked go and then sped off in the direction back towards the castle. His feet had picked up so much speed. The wind racing through his hair, the sweat dripping down his back, he pulled his wife beater out tucking it in the side of his pants. Now this was the kind of high he loved. He needed to feel. He exhaled every moment his left foot hit the ground before picking it back up once again. Wes was so in the moment he closed his eyes for a brief second. He was going over plays in his head. How to get Hufflepuff back to the top. He wanted to leave behind a legacy before he started another one. His eyes opened just in time to spot someone as he collided into her. He quickly grabbed her hand hoping to help balance her as she said sorry. ”My---fault,” Wes breathed in quickly before placing his hands on top of his head. That’s when he realized it of course had to be a girl. Weston was probably the worst with talking to girls. There were a few that he could get a sentence out without wanting to burry himself in a hole. ”I—I—I—s-s-should…be the o-o-one say-saying sorry!” Wes stuttered his way through. This unfortunately was not one of those girls he could keep his calm around. ”A-a-are you play-playing—this year?” Wes asked pointing to the pitch, sweat still dripping down his forehead.
You're tight and I'm just so tongue-tied Why, why can't I get it right? The words just won't come out They wanna take me down, but I'm still arou ----------------------------------------------------------------------
This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to The Friday Night Boys Batman is always watching...always.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 7:30:13 GMT
Y O U ' R E A M A Z I N G- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -just the way you areOnce she'd finally caught her balance from the collision - thanks in no small part to her new acquaintance -, Corey got a good look at who she'd just smacked into. He was tall, broad shouldered, and seemed very nice. She laughed lightly as he asked if she was playing during this school year, "Oh no! I just came to watch," she sighed, "but unfortunately I missed the game, so I was just walking around for a moment."
It then occurred to her that she must sound like an absolute loon. Probably looked a bit like one, too. To try and ease her mind, and spare what was left of making a good impression; without complete humiliation, she added, "Oh, my name is Corey, by the way. Are you playing this year?"
To Corey, the boy seemed like a Quiditch player. Judging by his shallow breaths and the fact that he was covered in sweat, she assumed he'd probably been running to condition himself or something. Not that she was a sports whiz, or that she should be trusted to be giving any advice on the subjects of anything physical; but Corey thought it was probably a safe assumption.
She smiled, "So, I suppose you were running?" She asked, slightly intrigued, and mostly wanting to find out if her assumption was right; along with making a new friend, which really couldn't hurt. As long as she could keep asking questions, and keep a conversation going, they should have no problem. Now, if she said something completely and utterly stupid, Corey was afraid she might just die of total humiliation.
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Post by weston marc boot on Sept 8, 2013 1:46:58 GMT
You're like a bullet to my heart You're like a very far shooting star The very thing that I need Look at how you get to me -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't leave, I know I f'd it up That's my luck, that's just my luck Here I go, here I go and do it again
Weston nodded his head as she explained that she had come down to watch the game. He cocked his head to the side wondering what game exactly she had planned on watching. Wes had made it a point not to watch the rivals because that a cheap suckers move and he wanted to win by luck. He thought it was interesting this girl had missed her own game. She must have had something extremely important to do. In Weston’s mind that was almost a ridiculous thought to miss a game. He rubbed the back of his head before figuring out how to form a sentence to not make him look ridiculous. ”U-y-you m-must ha-have been really really busy,” Wes stated with another firm nod. He still didn’t think it was a good enough of an excuse but hey, if the girl was busy and she wasn’t on the team he guessed it was possible to miss a game, even if it was a Quidditch sin in his book.
Wes almost felt a little insulted after the girl introduced herself as Corey and then asked if he played. Okay so maybe insulted was a little strong of a word but he had been Captain since the end of fifth year and was a keeper since his third so it was a little hurtful but if the same girl could miss an entire house game she probably didn’t keep up with Quidditch in the first place. ”N-ni-nice to meet you, C-corey, I’m Weston,” Wes replied wiping his hand on his shorts before extending a hand out towards her. ”C-C-Captain an-and Kee-keeper of Hufflepuff, Ma’m, Every once in a while the silly accent of his mother’s American state came out but he attempted to hide it as soon as he noticed it. ”Yep,” Wes said shortly as he stood back up to full height as he stopped his watch around his wrist almost forgetting he had been racing against the clock. ”S-s-so, do you run? N-n-non qu-quidditch w-w-wha-whatcher?” Wes asked forcing a small smile. If he didn’t do something soon this whole conversation was going to be him stuttering and Corey trying to figure out why he couldn’t do anything but sweat and stutter.
You're tight and I'm just so tongue-tied Why, why can't I get it right? The words just won't come out They wanna take me down, but I'm still around ----------------------------------------------------------------------
This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to The Friday Night Boys Batman is always watching...always.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 2:22:01 GMT
Y O U ' R E A M A Z I N G- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -just the way you areCorey felt nearly stupid when Wes introduced himself as the captain and keeper of Hufflepuff's team. Honestly, she wasn't trying to insult him or anything, but to him it must have seemed like one. She smiled as he extended his hand, shaking it with her own, "Wow, captain....," she tried to think of something witty to say; in order to salvage what was left of her dignity, "you must be pretty good, then!"
She then remembered seeing something about the Hufflepuff captain getting signed by a world team. Something or other like that, she couldn't exactly pinpoint the words. Her attention was drawn back as Wes asked her, with the stutter she'd come to know as charming throughout their conversation, if she was a runner. "Who, me? Oh no. I just walk.....not because I'm lazy, but because I'm simply not the athletic type. If I were, you can trust that I'd be out on the pitch with you others, playing Quiditch."
And honestly, Corey probably would. But she just didn't get the gift of physicality in her family. Fortunately for her, she did get the scholarly gene, and so in-between parties and social events, Corey did keep up on her studies.
As she continued to look Weston over, taking in all of his features, the question about his early signing burned in the depths of her brain. She sighed softly, and asked, "Wait, Hufflepuff Captain....wasn't there something in the Daily Prophet about you getting signed with a world or college team early, or something like that?" She had decided to just go for it, hopefully with good results. She raised her eyebrow with a smile, "And if that's true, then I must be right - you are pretty good."
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