Ethan King
Second Year Ravenclaw
Though the boy smiled kindly at the words of his superior, he couldn't help but notice him harden a bit when he commented on his improved state. Ethan merely shrugged this off however, and thanked the captain. "Thanks, mate. Maybe I'll tell you sometime. As for now, better get going."
Just then, Ethan sensed someone entering the pitch. He grasped his broom and began to take off when he heard the newcomer speak. It was a female voice, and and the sweetest he'd heard in a long time. Ethan found himself hesitating, taking in every note of that voice. Every syllable seemed to calm him and excite him at the same time. What stuck the most was the name, Rosemarie. Ethan said it over and over in his mind. Rosemarie. Rosemarie. It wasn't a name he'd heard or said before. It must belong to a first year.
He heard the voice of the third year confirm the girl's request. He heard Woil give him the go to take up his spot in front of the goalposts. It took a few seconds, but the request finally penetrated his delirium and he reacted, kicking off to drift steadily up to his position. Though he hadn't flown in a while, the action was pretty natural to him, despite a tiny bit of shakiness due to his nerves.
From his spot neat the center goalpost he finally got a look at the one who had possessed the angelic voice. He couldn't quite make out her facial features from this distance, but he was instantly captivated by her hair. The golden waves cascaded over her shoulders and curled playfully near her waist. She was indeed a first year; Ethan had seen her briefly at the sorting ceremony. He'd been in such a glum state then he'd thought nothing of the girl. He watched as the captain tossed her a quaffle, realizing he would have to keep her from making it past him. Nervousness began to form, for the task was difficult enough before the distraction. Telling himself he could do this, he clenched his jaw and focused hard, preparing for the first year to take a shot.
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I am on the Quidditch Pitch
with Woil, Phinelia, Cathryn, and... Rosemarie...
and I'm going ---
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Second Year Ravenclaw
Though the boy smiled kindly at the words of his superior, he couldn't help but notice him harden a bit when he commented on his improved state. Ethan merely shrugged this off however, and thanked the captain. "Thanks, mate. Maybe I'll tell you sometime. As for now, better get going."
Just then, Ethan sensed someone entering the pitch. He grasped his broom and began to take off when he heard the newcomer speak. It was a female voice, and and the sweetest he'd heard in a long time. Ethan found himself hesitating, taking in every note of that voice. Every syllable seemed to calm him and excite him at the same time. What stuck the most was the name, Rosemarie. Ethan said it over and over in his mind. Rosemarie. Rosemarie. It wasn't a name he'd heard or said before. It must belong to a first year.
He heard the voice of the third year confirm the girl's request. He heard Woil give him the go to take up his spot in front of the goalposts. It took a few seconds, but the request finally penetrated his delirium and he reacted, kicking off to drift steadily up to his position. Though he hadn't flown in a while, the action was pretty natural to him, despite a tiny bit of shakiness due to his nerves.
From his spot neat the center goalpost he finally got a look at the one who had possessed the angelic voice. He couldn't quite make out her facial features from this distance, but he was instantly captivated by her hair. The golden waves cascaded over her shoulders and curled playfully near her waist. She was indeed a first year; Ethan had seen her briefly at the sorting ceremony. He'd been in such a glum state then he'd thought nothing of the girl. He watched as the captain tossed her a quaffle, realizing he would have to keep her from making it past him. Nervousness began to form, for the task was difficult enough before the distraction. Telling himself he could do this, he clenched his jaw and focused hard, preparing for the first year to take a shot.
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I am on the Quidditch Pitch
with Woil, Phinelia, Cathryn, and... Rosemarie...
and I'm going ---
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