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Post by Godric Emerindyl on May 5, 2007 10:01:17 GMT 10
Godric moved out onto the Quidditch Pitch with his team list in hand. He had to meet up today with the other Captain’s to organise the Quidditch year. He was in good spirits despite things that had happened recently considered that the focus on Quidditch might help to bring the morale levels back to where they needed to be to have a good time at school.
He was wearing his Quidditch robes as he walked out into the middle of the pitch. They would not actually be flying today though it was customary to be wearing full Quidditch uniform while the discussions took place on who would play who in the open of the season, in the first matches that didn’t mean a lot to the competition but would mean a lot to the season in enticing fans back to the stadium.
In the middle of the pitch was for table facing each other with a fifth table in the middle holding the Quidditch Cup. Emerindyl had won it again last year and it was no secret that the other teams were quite prepared to take it off them. He could see someone else arriving from one of the other house dressing rooms and came to sit at his table with his team list in hand.
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Post by Lucius Sinister on May 6, 2007 7:27:16 GMT 10
“Is this going to take long?” Lucius said with a key note of displeasure on the bridge of his words. It was not that he did not want to be here as Quidditch was an important part of life at Koalingo, though there were a great many things going on at the moment and Lucius Sinister had far more pressing matters waiting for him elsewhere.
Lucius’ Quidditch Robes were a vibrant blood red and gold. He sat at his desk directly facing Godric as he waited for the other two to arrive. He thought this was a strange thing to see an Emerindyl beat everyone else. He knew Godric was likely more serious about this meeting then Jay Rastan or Lachlan… whatever his name was. But all the same, it was always odd to see an Emerindyl on time for anything.
“My team is ready, if that is what you want to hear” Lucius said to him when he placed a booklet of perfectly white pages in front of himself. He had his list, he knew who he was going to play in which particular positions this year. “What about yourself? You would have had to replace most of the team, that’s a necessary gamble I would say”
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Post by Jay Rastan on May 13, 2007 21:01:04 GMT 10
Jay came running into the stadium not even showing any signs of being out of breath from the run he had taken all the way from the Saphricorn Plains, having lost track of time when he had been putting out the food for the farm’s ducks. Approaching the tables he dropped back to a walk as his blue quidditch robes falling back down to a gentle rustling instead of flying out behind him as they had been.
Noticing the Ruberagon and Emerindyl qudditch captains already seated at the table, Jay sat in the high backed chair that was lined with blue velvet. Although this was Jay’s first year and only year of captaining his squad and he would take everything seriously.
“Lucius, Godric” Jay said as he got comfortable, withdrawing a rolled up scroll which he had taken down from the house notice board with his final team positions for the players this year. Having heard Lucius’ last comment to the Emerindyl boy, Jay sat patiently awaiting the answer. He, along with anyone who followed the school quidditch teams knew that the last graduating class of students had caused the Emerindyl team to have a few green horns on their team this year.
‘So I guess it depends on the team unity then…’ The thought came to Jay as he wondered if having as many new players as Emerindyl would have is a bonus or a burden, it could work either way.
Looking around the stadium at the entrances, Jay couldn’t help but think it was strange for out of the four captains that an Ameraid student, particularly Lachlan would be the last to arrive, but the whole house had been out of sorts since the loss of one of their own so no more thought was given to the matter as he put his attention towards the trophy and the other young men.
Entwining his fingers together behind his head and resting it against the back of seat, waiting patiently for the last arrivial, Godric’s response, or perhaps a conversation for him to join in on or the beginning of the meeting, until then he would silently wait it out.
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Post by Lucius Sinister on Jun 8, 2007 19:07:30 GMT 10
"Look can we get this moving, I have plenty of other things to do today and if this Ameraid cannot organise himself then maybe someone else needs to be the team captain for Ameraid," Lucius drawled in a voice that showed his boredom. In truth he would never aproach something like this with such an attitude though he thought it perhaps a little less appropriate to voice his opinion of an Ameraid, especially the quidditch team captain, "Obviously this meeting is not important enough to him, I say the house should be banned from the competition entirely,"
Lucius' eyes moved to the stands where he saw some people had arrived. He didnt know why, it was not as if they could hear what was going on. Were they there expecting something or were they the tiring kind who utilised the vacant stands as a point of private behaviour. Either way Lucius did not appreciate it and was remembering faces for later.
"What do we need to discuss, and how soon can we be done with it, I make a motion to remove Ameraid from this year's competition on the point that their captain felt it unneccessary to show his face," Lucius said, not really knowing what response to expect.
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Post by Jay Rastan on Jun 11, 2007 5:51:36 GMT 10
Jay didn’t know whether or not he shared the same opinion as Lucius on stopping Ameraid from participating in the intra–house Quidditch competition or not. Although he had to agree that the other boy brought up a good point on how Lachlan didn’t seem to rate this meeting as a priority to show up on time.
“Let Ameraid play, replace the captain” Jay said in a thoughtful tone. “I mean everyone pretty much treats the match against them as a walk over; I know the past Saphricorn teams have. And I still do. I think they might need it also to help with their moral, but to show that Quidditch is still important that Lachlan should be properly punished for not being on time take away his captaincy or suspend him from playing a match or two or something like that”
Jay looked at the stands were some people had milled about. Some were watching the three seventh year males on the Quidditch pitch; some were talking, reading and just hanging out. He also noticed there was more than one pair in the stands searching each other’s mouths with their tongues. Something about making out in the Quidditch stands while people were around didn’t strike Jay as an attractive idea but each to their own he guessed, before he tore his gaze to the other two boys who were around the tables.
“Just an idea”
While some people may have been shocked by a Saphricorn agreeing or suggesting such a course of action, he couldn't help but feel it was more than slightly disrespectful of the Ameraid boy, and Jay loved his quidditch, so it was not a matter he thougth should be taken lightly.
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Post by Lachlan Hollingworth on Jun 11, 2007 18:44:01 GMT 10
It was time that Lachlan put in an appearance. He, of course, had been incredibly busy as of late, and he hated to admit that Quidditch had been the last thing on his mind lately. It was regretful of course, but one of his housemates had been murdered on school grounds and there had been a lot of extra responsibilities for Lachlan the past week or so. It had piled up to ridiculous amounts, and even though he was barely five minutes late, he had made time for the meeting. He knew it had to be important.
He strode onto the grounds, also wearing his deep purple coloured Quidditch robes, and made his way towards the captains of the other three teams and sighed angrily. He didn't need to read their thoughts to know that Lucius Sinister and that idiot Rastan had taken the first moment available to talk him down. How ridiculous. Did they not know that the only reason Lachlan was short a team member was because he had been murdered??
Lachlan looked Rastan up and down as he walked up and caught the last of his 'walk over' speech. He had never really had problems with Rastan before, for after all, Ameraids stuck to Ameraids. But from what he had heard from good sources, it was surpsrising Rastan wasn't fighting Lucius Sinister out for the position of Ruberagon captain.
The Ameraid captain took out his watch and glanced at it. He had only been five minutes late, and he'd been running an errand for Lady Ameraid herself. Besides, the only people that could decide if they wanted a different captain for the Ameraid house team were the school Heads of House. Lachlan was not a violent person, but people had been getting on his nerves lately and nobody that wasn't an Ameraid seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. Ameraids were... different to other students. More sensitive to being a group whole. They mourned together. It was very difficult to concentrate on anything else when the people you'd grown up with were grieving as an entire entitiy.
The Ameraid stopped now that he'd reached the group. He sat down at the empty chair that was obviously for him, put his black Quidditch folder on the desk in front of him and his eyes slid from one captain to the next. He was pissed off, but that would be a given. He was admittedly down a team mate, but the first game was weeks away, and the Ameraid team were not even playing. He had plenty of time.
“Well,” he looked to Godric, the only person here Lachlan would ever choose to have a conversation with. He was also Head boy and thus the only the Ameraid seventh year actually saw as above him. “Pardon my lateness, I had something rather urgent to attend to. How about we start?”
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Post by Godric Emerindyl on Jun 11, 2007 21:23:50 GMT 10
Godric had been thoughtful throughout the conversation as it unfolded between Lucius and Jay. He had been thinking a great many things he did not voice. First and foremost that neither Lucius or Jay seemed to understand or even care about the circumstances surrounding the possible reason’s for Lachlan’s late arrival. Godric looked up politely acknowledging Lachlan when he arrived, glad that he did not voice an opinion at all, not that Lachlan needed to hear voices to know how Godric felt.
“Moving on shall we?” he offered it up knowing that perhaps Jay or Lucius might choose to bring up the latest discussion though knowing that perhaps one or possibly both of them might change their mind now that Lachlan had actually arrived; live and let live and so forth.
“The first match is in three weeks,” he said as he started opening the green and gold portfolio in front of him. He had seven names neatly scrolled on a list titled ’Team 07’ he looked down at it one last time, though he was definitely sure of his choices, he thought he might want to read through them just one last time… just in case.
“Do we each have our teams?” he said knowing that this year there had been a few more issues then previous years about getting teams together.
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Post by Jay Rastan on Jun 12, 2007 0:45:43 GMT 10
Jay couldn’t help but think that with the look he received form the Ameraid boy that perhaps he shouldn’t have been lured, or rather felt the need to pipe in his own comment so quickly, but his nerves were frayed with the events of a late that he really just couldn’t care less if the Hollowingworth boy was offended. He saw the other boy look him over and while Jay knew that the Ameraid house as a whole was grieving one had to wonder at what point did you have to stop making allowances for them and force them to move on, because life goes on so therefore they would have to go on. Jay forced himself not to sneer at the other boy, he had many other things to do and being late was just disrespectful.
As hard as he had fought the urge to sneer he couldn’t hold back the scoff when the tardy boy suggested they start the meeting, as if it was him who had been waiting on them. Jay found his opinion and tolerance for this boy to be dropping by every passing moment. But he knew any snide marks would cost him considering Godric was present and would be forced to take off points for uncalled for behaviour.
Jay cleared his throat after his scoff.
“Sorry, something stuck in my throat” Jay said waving his wand to summon a glass of water and taking a sip while watching the other three members.
Picking up the scroll with the blue ribbon tied around it he waved it in plan sight before verbally confirming it. “Saphricorn team is filled and more than ready to win that cup. Is the first match between Ruberagon and Emerindyl as per usual or has there been a change or are we deciding it now?”
Jay wasn’t being arrogant but he was confident in his idea that this year would be Saphricorn’s year. This would be his year. And no one, especially a Ameraid would take it from him, his real challenge would be Ruberagon, with their sometimes less than on the level tacts, and the freshness of the Emerindyl team could work as both bonus or hinderance. Only time would tell and Jay would be there to bend it to his advantage.
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Post by Lucius Sinister on Jun 13, 2007 22:20:10 GMT 10
Lucius looked at Godric with a bored expression of disappointment in his eyes. He knew what Godric was trying at, and Lucius would sooner roll his eyes and shake his head slightly then be bothered actively arguing against the Ameraid Quidditch Captain, he simply could not be bothered. He looked across at Godric with a slightly miffed look on his face before drawing out a scroll he had concealed in his cloak. It was clasped with a small leather belt and gold buckle.
“Ruberagon is filled,” Lucius said, looking at Godric and wondering if anyone would bother saying anything about the Ameraid being late. Lucius found after a moment longer he simply didn’t care and just wanted to know whether or not Ruberagon were going to be playing the first match of the season. “My team is quite prepared for the beginning of the season,”
He positioned the scroll on the table in front of him. The little belt unbuckled and the scroll spread open before him revealing seven names intricately scrawled on the aged looking parchment.
“I believe the first match of the season should have a Ruberagon side, as for our opposition at the match, I bare no need for any particular victim,” Lucius was goading them at this point and knew it was only suitable when it came to the open of the new season, “I guess it will only depend on who of you can handle a loss at the first game of the season,”
He was quite sure of his teams strength this year, and didn’t doubt for a moment Ruberagon would be victorious.
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Post by Lachlan Hollingworth on Jun 13, 2007 23:03:54 GMT 10
Lachlan flipped open his folder and scanned the list he had of players. The list had been full until a couple of days ago, but there was a name crossed out and several others beside it, all dotted with question marks. There was no question though, Finneas Mark had been a good player and Lachlan had been having a hard time replacing him. He ran his finger down the list quickly, but looked up suddenly distracted.
He wondered perhaps if Jay Rastan still did not understand that Ameraids could read thoughts. Hmmm... Move on? Get over it? Now that in itself was interesting, considering the rumours that were flying around at the present, those rumours about the perpetrator of a certain crime.
"My list was full, but I'm now one player short. I'll have the team filled by the end of the week." Lachlan chose to move on "As for the first game, the Ruberagon-Emerindyl play off has been a tradition for centuries. Those two houses are so competative against each other, it brings the crowds. No crowds, no Quidditch."
Lachlan looked from Lucius, who had last spoken, to Godric, who was captain of the other team. He then looked to Jay and found himself slightly confused, wondering what his body was doing as he pushed the desk over, kicked his chair and made a leap across the centre table to the Saphricorn captain. He found his wand as he leapt, pulling it from his pocket and stabbing the self-proclaimed poster boy in the eye with it. Not so pretty now...
Shocked by what he'd just done, Lachlan staggered back, gasping as his leg twitched, smashing the boy in the shins with his foot. He was confused for a moment, then realised what he had to do. Jumping up in the air, he leapt on the other boy, locking him in a wrestling hold and smashing his face (protruding wand included) into the wooden surface of the table...
He shook his head gently and looked up. Jay Rastan was still sitting at his desk, not a strand of hair out of place. He looked to Lucius and Godric again, surprised they were doing nothing, and wondering how he got back into his seat, and why Rastan wasn't beat up and bleeding from the eye socket.
He realised with a small pang of guilt that the whole thing had been some sort of weird hallucination and kept the expression on his face that of one who is interested but neutral as Lucius and Godric spoke about the Quidditch matches. He was slightly dissapointed, but also a little relieved. There probably would have been a bit of explaining to do, and someone probably would have gotten around to punishing him for such an act, but really who could blame him for wanting to rid the world of the worst Saphricorn ever accepted?
The amusing thing though was that he knew he had kept his expression completely neutral through his little galavant into fantasy, and none of the other three would have any clue as to what had just occurred in his mind. A faint smile played upon his lips as his thoughts slid back to Quidditch.
He wondered perhaps if Jay Rastan still did not understand that Ameraids could read thoughts. Hmmm... Move on? Get over it? Now that in itself was interesting, considering the rumours that were flying around at the present, those rumours about the perpetrator of the crime.
"My list was full, but I'm now one player short. I'll have the team filled by the end of the week." Lachlan chose to move on" As for the first game, the Ruberagon-Emerindyl play off has been a tradition for centuries. Those two houses are so competative against each other, it brings the crowds. No crowds, no Quidditch."
Lachlan looked from Lucius, who had last spoken, to Godric, who was captain of the other team. He then looked to Jay and found himself slightly confused, wondering what his body was doing as he pushed the desk over, kicked his chair and made a leap across the centre table to the Saphricorn captain. He found his wand as he leapt, pulling it from his pocket and stabbing the self-proclaimed poster boy in the eye with it. Not so pretty now...
Shocked by what he'd just done, Lachlan staggered back, gasping as his leg twitched, smashing the boy in the shins with his foot. He was confused for a moment, then realised what he had to do. Jumping up in the air, he leapt on the other boy, locking him in a wrestling hold and smashing his face (protruding wand included) into the wodden surface of the table...
He shook his head gently and looked up. Jay Rastan was still sitting at his desk, not a strand of hair out of place. He looked to Lucius and Godric again, surprised they were doing nothing, and wondering how he got back into his seat, and why Rastan wasn't beat up and bleeding from the eye socket.
He realised with a small pang of guilt that the whole thing had been some sort of weird hallucination and kept the expression on his face that of one who is interested but neutral as Lucius and Godric spoke about the Quidditch matches. He was slightly dissapointed, but also a little relieved. There probably would have been a bit of explaining to do, and someone probably would have gotten around to punishing him for such an act, but really who could blame him for wanting to rid the world of the worst Saphricorn ever accepted?
The amusing thing though was that he knew he had kept his expression completely neutral through his little galavant into fantasy, and none of the other three would have any clue as to what had just occurred in his mind. A faint smile played upon his lips as his thoughts slid back to Quidditch.
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Post by Godric Emerindyl on Jun 16, 2007 17:16:43 GMT 10
Godric watched Lachlan as he spoke and was reminded for the umpteenth time that day just how many things had been impacted by recent occurrences. Finnias Mark had been in the Ameraid Quidditch team; Godric had completely forgotten, and while this forgetfulness could be excused, the reactions of the other captains surrounding the subject must also be shown the same treatment.
“One week then,” He nodded to Lachlan respectfully before stopping to consider what the others said about Emerindyl and Ruberagon playing the first matches of the season. He was happy with the choice and somewhat eager to get back on his broomstick. He looked across to the stands subtly; noticing how many people had arrived.
“Very well,” Godric had spoken after a slight pause in which he had expected someone else to have some input. Seeing that this did not occur though he decided that he should continue. He had the slightest feeling that something more was going on here then he perhaps had the ability to notice. He didn’t think it could be all that earth shaking though and continued.
He pulled his wand out of his pocket and tapped the list in front of him. It glowed gold for a moment and the words lifted from the page. They swirled around him a couple of times before flying off towards a billboard with an Emerindyl banner flapping above it in the chilling pre-winter breeze.
“That suits me fine, my team will be ready in time,” Godric smiled.
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Post by Jay Rastan on Jul 1, 2007 23:57:08 GMT 10
Jay was more than a little disturbed by the looks he was getting from the Ameraid boy, he was certain the boy was going to lick his lips or wink at him any moment. To say that he was more than slightly worried about that would be the understatement of the year. Having been more than willing to cut the boy some slack even offer to be of any help he could before the meeting, but as soon as he had turned up late all thoughts of friendliness had gone out the window at such a obvious sign of lack of respect for the other captains, but when Jay was just sitting there minding his own business and the boy was staring at him with a dreamy like quality to him… All thoughts of anything other than getting as far away from Lachlan fled from his mind.
Fidgeting slightly under the scrutiny, Jay listened as Godric confirmed that the first match would indeed be the Ruberagon verse Emerindyl season opener, he couldn’t help but feel excited to get a look at what the real opponents would be bringing to the table this year. Making note of it on the provided parchment in front of him for a later reminder of this fact, he also made a quick note to himself to make one on one appointments with his team to make sure they were all holding up their slack for the team.
As the Emerindyl captain finished speaking with a smile, Jay couldn’t help but notice how nobody said or did anything for a few moments as if waiting for someone else to say something or just suddenly do something as a low level of tension filled the meeting area. Looking from one face to another, but avoiding looking at the Ameraid boy for more than a second or two, and drumming his fingers on the wood of his desk in front of him next to his player list, Jay fought the urge to hum or whistle to fill the silence.
“So…anything else that needs to be discussed today or what?”
Simple question, requiring a simple answer but after Jay said it, he started to wonder if he wouldn’t have just been better with the humming to break the silence that and encompassed the group
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Post by Lucius Sinister on Jul 2, 2007 9:37:52 GMT 10
"Fine," Lucius said thumping the table in front of him, "Ruberagon book the Quidditch pitch this sunday," with that he stood casting a look at his fellow captains that was neither frienfdly nor cruel. It was as good as any of them could have expected from him. He was Lucius Sinister after all, and not one of them at this table had ever seen a different side of him. He pointed his wand at his own list as Godric had done and the names flew from his parchment to a notice board somewhere in the quidditch pitch grounds.
It would not have been a surprise to those he had chosen to be on the team that he had chosen them. They were all tested and he had told those whom he chose before he had drawn up the list. He had a decent team this year, and their pure blooded perfection would lead Ruberagon to a victory this year. He looked around the pitch to see that some of these same people were waiting to see how the meeting was to turn out.
He lifted his wand to a board high in the stands themselves and a red and green light issued from the end of it. The words appeared on the board "Ruberagon Vs Emerindyl Match One" he heard some cheering in the stands from the two mentioned houses.
"That is enough," he said to the others before turning on his heel and walking back off the pitch towards the Ruberagon Locker rooms.
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