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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 8:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 4:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:43 pm
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яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġColton's breathing was heavy as he strode onto the Quidditch pitch. Not from the long walk from the castle, but from the nerves that pulsed irritatingly through his thick veins. He had been practicing for this day since the start of the year, both in his Advanced Flying class and by himself. Today was the day he would get the chance to prove himself.
He confidently approached an older looking student, next to whom stood a first year, by the looks of it. His eyes dropped to the broomstick in the boy's hands; it was the same Firebolt II as he himself held. He was then distracted by the Nimbus 3000 that was propped against the side of the older, though not much taller, Gryffindor. No longer feeling as if he had an advantage, Colton realized he would have to base his performance on talent alone. Nodding politely to both of the other students, he held quiet. He felt no need to announce why he was there, especially considering his younger house-mate had already asked about try-outs.
Colt tightened his grip on the neck of his broom, his gray iris' focused on a chest next to feet of whom he assumed to be the captain. It quivered lightly, which brought a faint smile to the boy's face. Bludger. He thought to himself. That was why he was here, after all, to try his luck at becoming Gryffindor's newest Beater.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 9:44 pm
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яεġrετ┃ηστнιηġ ♦ ғεαя┃ησ σηε ♦ ταkε prιdε ιη┃εvεяyτнιηġVisually going over the advanced techniques he had spent the last several weeks perfecting, Colton nearly missed the words uttered by the boy who stood to his left. Slowly lowering his line of sight, his face was empty and void of all emotion as his pale gray eyes bore into his. "Same." His unreasonably deep voice was cold and flat, and it seemed to trail off rather quickly into the open air of the large Quidditch field. He immediately withdrew his attention and caught sight of a much older girl sweeping onto the field. Before his train of thought could travel far, he realized very rapidly how unfriendly he likely came off as to the younger boy who only seemed to be aiming for the opposite.
Colt was so used to keeping his conversations within his small circle - if not a triangle - of friends, that socializing outside of those boundaries seemed rather unimportant to him. Glancing back down, he sifted through his thoughts to find something that might perhaps save his reputation. He noticed a continuing trend among the younger students. His size and overwhelmingly strict presence seemed to scare them off. This boy did not seem as quick to judge, but if Colton continued to send off such cold vibes, sooner than late the core of Hogwarts would be wondering how he had not been placed in Slytherin, instead.
Holding out a firm hand, he forced a false, but convincing smile. "Colton Raines. First year, I presume?" He introduced himself with a sturdy voice, almost afraid to inquire about the boy's year. If he happened to be in the same house and the same year as him, it would be more than obvious how littler attention Colt paid to his peers. "That's a nice broom." He joked, his eyes running along the sleek handle that was gripped tightly in the boy's fingers.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 3:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 5:02 pm
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Lochlainn Farren "Yeah, I'm a first year, do I really look that new?" Loch joked. He shook Colton's hand and smiled. "My broom is very good, came out this summer. Da bought it as a late birthday gift, for me and for my twin Einri. He's in Hufflepuff, he's trying out as chaser." Loch hoped that he didn't sound to annoying to the 2nd year, he seemed pretty cool, and he didn't want to scare him off;especially if they were, in the future, going to be teammates. After shaking his hand, he pointed to the table and said, "Think we need to fill this out." Loch walked over the table and filled out one of the forms.
Quote: Name: Lochlainn Farren Year: 1 Position 1: Beater Position 2: Chaser/Keeper/Seeker (In that order)
Lochlainn Farren-First Year Gryffindor
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 4:43 pm
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==== ♋ ==== ♋ ====☞ωilliam Ɍadcliffe☜ Fifth Year → Gryffindor==== ♋ ==== ♋ ====►The man... The mystery... The legend...◄Will trotted onto the practice field, a little out of breath from running down the hill. Under his arm was his Firebolt 2and on his head was his Quidditch glasses, a present from Tamara. He smirked at Tyler and remembered just last year that his sister stood in that place of honor. Tyler was a great choice to succeed her, Will thought to himself. He noticed Tyler handing out papers, much like his sister did. Taking one, he filled it out and handed it back to Tyler. "Gonna be a great year, eh?" he asked, smiling, then turned his head and nodded to Ashleigh. "Excited?" he asked the seventh year. Quote: Name: William Radcliffe Year: Fifth Position 1: Keeper Position 2: Chaser Out Of Character: ...
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 5:44 pm
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I'll get my paint and you get the brush...
Ashleigh filled out the form and handed it back "Hey Tyler and Will. I've actually got mixed opinions. I'm excited but at the same time I'm sad since this will be my last series quidditch games." She responded to the fifth years. She gazed over the younger students as she mounted her broom. Even without her the team would survive but she wasn't sure how well they would do. After all since she had joined they had down a huge mixture of places. Quote: Name: Ashleigh Cardon Year: Seventh Position 1: Chaser Position 2:Keeper ...and together we will repaint the world
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