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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 5:03:45 GMT
COME ON KRUM! The loud roars of a couple fellow Quidditch players screamed as they tossed the bludger in the small blondes direction. With a loud oomph, Emiliya Krum held the bludger tightly; her fingers gripping the hard leather as she had tossed it back at the same boy. Her anger rising as she couldn't seem to let it go now. "How about you learn to hit a damn ball, idiot!" Shacking her head, he swooped off in the opposite direction trying to avoid the boy the best she could before she allowed her temper to let loose and find it impossible to control. - Here is a little bit people should know about Emiliya; Sadly, she see's herself as ten-foot tall and bullet proof. But, in reality, she is just a small dainty girl who tries to be just like one of the boys. It's in her blood. -- Setting as much of her differences aside with him, she had continued the game against Slytherin. Her stomach twisting as she had felt herself become a little less self motivated. Now all she wanted was forfeit the game and leave. But she couldn't. They were just a hair away from an extra point. They were clearly in the lead and giving up now would let Weston down and she couldn't allow that. He was nothing but good to her and dealt with her attitude fairly well. -- DING! There it was, their last goal, finally! Cheers came from the audience as she had looked back to her house. Hopefully the didn't hold her last fail against her. It was a simple accident.
Fying towards the entrance, Em felt a small tick at the end of her broom. Looking up, she had noticed the same boy. This time coming to cause her nothing but issues about the game. His voice was loud and harsh as they had finally landed and he had wasted no time jumping off of that broom and coming at her. His face within inches of her own. - Closing her eyes she took it in. If she didn't see him, he couldn't yell at her and it didn't mean a thing. It was her belief that way and she chose to stay like that. "I think you need a mint, bud." That smirk crept upon her face as she watched him walk off with a cocky stride. She wasn't one to take any shit. "Next time think before you scream in SOMEONES FACE!" Tossing a free arm up, she waled to the other side of the pitch just to get away from it all. She needed a break from everything.
Tossing her broom down, she began to remove her gear and pull her hair form the tight ponytail she had it in. Emiliya shook her head over and over as she played it all in her head. There was no reason for him to jump at her like he had. It was his fault as well. Not watching where he was going and blocking her hit. What did he expect? Knock him out in the process? Yeah, that would have went over well with Weston. She could expect to get her ass handed to him by her. "Fuck this day.." She continued quietly picking her gear up and moving to the stands. Em needed to sit down. - There was no way she would go back and celebrate right now. "Stupid ass kid." Kicking the cement wall, she tossed her stuff down. Maybe Quidditch wasn't the best for her at this moment. She needed something else to take her mind off of it. But what? - Merely jumping from her seat, she heard footsteps coming her way. Pushing that long blonde hair back she looked up to see a very familiar face. A smile occupying that frown. "You're here!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 20:25:18 GMT
it was the first match of the season. or at least he thought it was. adrian wasn't one to follow sports, especially when he had other things going on. to be honest the only reason he even went to the games on time was because of her. she was always reminding him to go sit and cheer her on. it wasn't that adrian didn't like quidditch. okay he didn't like it and that was because he wasn't a fan of heights. he wouldn't even dare touch a broom his first year. he would honestly run away. every time the instructor would bring his broom near him. it wasn't a pretty site and he had gotten in trouble a few times because of it. so yeah flying, heights and him was not something you mixed. he didn't mind watching the matches, but he really just needed to learn how to keep track of times and such. em would murder him if he missed any of her matches. it had happened once. where was he? in the library catching up on homework, okay so he was getting ahead on his assignments. it was fairly easy for him to fall behind. a couple of sleepless nights could do that to a guy. he quickly apologized by treating her out to eat and buying her some candy. food always fixed everything right. he made sure this time he wouldn't be late. he ignored the weird looks he seemed to have been getting as he made his way toward the hufflepuff side of the stands. to say the least the match was anything but boring. there had been certain moments when he caught himself standing on the bleachers rooting for em like crazy. everything was going by so fast it was almost hard to keep track of who did what. even harder to spot the small blonde. it seemed like the match was over as the final goal was made. everyone but the slytherins seemed to burst out in cheer. he made his way down to their familiar meeting place. the locker rooms, it wasn't anything special. he had always followed the groups who went to congratulate the winning team, some how he always ended up next to em. not that that was a bad thing. he always stuck around waiting for her after the groups left. it was just something that he had always done, it was like a habit. do this then you do that. of course there had been times when he forgot to show up to the matches, but that was besides the point. he made sure he was always around for em. he seemed to be the crowds this time as he made his way towards her. his eyes spotting random team members still on the pitch. he laughed at her response."of course im here, i wouldn't miss your match...you'd kill me if i did that again."adrian said with a laugh."so i would of brought you flowers, or something, but i remember you hate cliches and this isn't a romantic get together."he teased her as he walked in before taking a seat on the bench. she seemed frazzled as the grin remained on his face as he playfully tousled her hair."great work out there?"he didn't mean for it come out sounding like a question, but he had been by her so many times that he learned that if she was by herself something was clearly wrong.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 3:43:49 GMT
It was a surprise to Cara that Adrian had held his promise and stuck to his word like he had promised her in the beginning of the week. There had been times he was more of a rock to her. Stability when she had truly needed it. He was... her best friend. And, crazy enough, she didn't know what she would do without him there. Standing behind her one-hundred percent with any silly decision she had made. He was even there when she was 'in the wrong' when it had come down to arguments with another student. - even though she had knew for a fact she was right all the way- But, most of all, he seen her for someone much different. He wasn't embarrassed to be around her when she had dressed down. - All around, Adrian was her best and only super close friend. Perhaps it could have been because she acted very boy-like.
Dropping everything out of her hands, Em ran to him throwing herself in his arms. Her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as she had reached up and roughed his hair up a bit in return. A big smile appearing on her face. "Ohh, man! I would have killed you FOR SURE if you didn't show up like you have promised!" She chuckled jumping back down from his arms. "Maybe even worse.... had you strut around this school naked with all the horny little girls to gauche at you. - And I wouldn't save you this time." Making one of her famous goofy faces, she stuck her tongue out. Of course she had meant well with him. When didn't she? But, she hated getting stood up. - 'great work out there?' Slowly, she turned in his direction pressing her lips together and tilting her head. Okay, so it was good, but not great. Not after what she had to go through. "It was great.... but dip-shit over there was causing me nothing but problems because he got in my way."
Gathering her gear, she stuffed it into her handy bag managing to cram it all in. Hopefully next game would go better than this one. And she couldn't promise she wouldn't lash out on her teammate either. He was pathetic. "Pixie's could have played better than him." She mumbled loud enough for Adrian to hear. Thankfully he was there. Who else could she have turned to right then? Her captain? Yeah, because that would have went over well. "If only you happened to be in my house.... and wasn't afraid of heights." Her frown molded into a perfect grin. She knew how he was when it came to heights, and honestly, it did take some getting used to. She was the same once upon a time. -- Pinching his cheeks, she nudged him. "So what have you been up to lately? Picking up some gorgeous Ravenclaw women?" Slowly she perked and eyebrow and held her mouth open wide. "Huh, huh??"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 18:10:17 GMT
he didn't make a habit of breaking promises, it made him look bad and that's the last thing he wanted, especially when those promises were for friends, people he cared about. even if it was a silly thing he always made sure to pull through. just like showing up after games to meet up with em. of course with em, he wasn't going to forget. especially with most of her greetings had started with, hey don't forget. he could remember the exact day but there had been a time where she had sent him a howeler....it was the nosiest thing ever. pretty much gave him a heart attack when he opened it. again it had been another reminder. he watched her as she dropped her things and ran towards him. if anyone were to come in right now they'd they these two were an item, but that was far from it. em liked to be held and ever carried once in a while. adrian figured it helped that he was tall. his hands wrapped around her to keep her from falling, just in case. he laughed when she messed with his hair." i know, i know. its why i showed up. i didn't want to die this young."he said as he let her go as she dropped to the floor. he shook his head at her next comment."i thank who ever is in charge up there, that you did not have to come to that.....horny little girls..."adrian said with an eyebrow raised in surprise."if that were the case, i'd just follow you everywhere....i will not suffer alone."he said sticking his tongue out at her as well. she had been here by herself, usually he'd just wait till she was done celebrating with her team to congratulate her. he treaded slowly on that topic, even though they had won she wasn't happy."well how the hell did he make it on the team?"adrian asked shaking his head."don't let it get to you, he's probably picking on you because he likes you."adrian said teasingly a laugh escaping his lips."he was probably trying to figure out the best way to get your attention."he continued still laughing. he had taken a seat by then and watched as she got her things together. he nodded in agreement."probably."he shook his head at her next comment."not even if i was paid.....don't make it sound like its my fault. some people don't know how to play this game."he said with a grin."don't look at me like that....you make me think you have an evil plot forming in that crazy mind of yours."he said teasingly as he brushed her hand away after she managed to pinch his cheeks."oh you know this and that. classes, same old same old."he laughed at her comment."ravencalw women are overrated, i want to expand my horizons, maybe go for a bit of the slytherin women, maybe even go after a hufflepuff."he smirked at her playfully."you know im terrible at dating...lets just not go there."he said with a laugh."what about you? any suitors i need to investigate?"he said nudging her back.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 3:55:39 GMT
Emiliya was just like one of the boys. How? That is a big mystery. Raised in a home with her materialistic mother didn’t do much for her. Perhaps, and of course, it had allot to do with her father. Always spoiling her rotten with new brooms, and allot of boy things. Things she can’t even remember. But, that is a different story. - Perking her brows, she slowly tilted her head. Em knew Adrian wasn’t one for conversing with girls. Especially ones who wore skimpy outfits and shorts that were no longer than their privates. He - to her- seemed more interested in a sophisticated sort of woman. One that wasn’t all about the skimpy outfits and crying for attention. They were complete trash and Em knew when to get rid of them. She wasn’t going to allow her best friend to become a tasty meal for one of those blood thirsty … things. ”Alright, I wouldn’t leave you to get mauled by them. You know damn well I would choke them..” Making a chocking reference with her hands, she moved them quickly as if she would strangle them. A small friendly smile appearing. ”You know I can’t stand those… things. Nothing to them but quick one night stands and cheap sex.”
As blunt as she was, it was somewhat… not normal. Well, for a lady - or what she was supposed to be-. There had been a few outs she held with a couple of girls over that. Grouping his crotch right in front of her. IT only took one single touch and she jumped from her table. Many said she held a thing for Adrian. But, others knew she didn’t. Adrian was her best and only friend that understood her fully. Always defended her even when she was - sadly- wrong. ”You know I would never fall to their level.” Turning away from the group, she gathered her stuff and continued to walk away from them. Up until Adrian had to toss the fact that the boy may have liked her.. ”Bloody hell, yuck!” Tossing her arms up, she started swatting at his arm. A serious- and somewhat angry- face appeared. How dare he speak like that. ”That is so disgusting! How could you say such vile things?” Making a cringe like face, she shook it off. Adrian was always one to push her buttons. And, she knew he liked doing it. He really liked getting her fully raged and ready to pounce. Was it that funny? Surely she didn’t think so.
Finding a clear space away from everyone else, she dropped her stuff and took a seat. A loud sigh escaping her lips. ”You know I hate dating… it’s just not me.” She shrugged. Alright, there had been times she pondered the option of dating and giving it a try. But, other times she figured it was hard work. Something she couldn’t attempt because she wasn’t… pretty. She wasn’t materialistic and fake like the rest of the girls she knew. Emiliya hated dressing up and she hated makeup. It was just better to be simple and herself. ”Adrian…” Her voice was soft. ”What would you think if I wore a dress to the dance? Or, even the Carnival this weekend?” Picking up a rock, she tossed it. Still slouched over her own knee. ”Not that I want to dress up… I just see every other girl wearing a dress and wonder what you would think if I had tried it for one day? My mother sent me a couple the other day for events.” Was she seriously talking about this? This wasn’t her. - Quickly she shook her head and pursed her lips.
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