Stephen Baxter
January 02, 2007 8:02 AM
Ok, I reckon this needs doing by Stephen Baxter
OOC: Fuzzy time joy. This is set about a week into the new year. BIC:Stephen bounded down the stairs several at a time and made his way, as he had every other day that week, to the noticeboard. Which still didn't have a notice. He glanced back at the stairs in consternation. What was taking the twins so long?
It didn't take that long for a possible answer to occur to him. Well, for Ash anyhow. It was fairly obvious where his head was of late, all you needed to do was see him when he was in the same room as Liz. Sorrel... well, who knew. Stephen considered just going back up the stairs and dragging Ash's sorry self out of their room and down to remedy the situation but then recalled second year. He'd stuck the notice up second year, hadn't he? There was no reason why he couldn't do it again!
His eyes darted around the room, locating a scrap of unused parchment half under a chair, and a quill sticking out of an abandoned bag. A quick check left him with a black splotch on the back of his left hand and the knowledge that it was a self-inking quill. Excellent.
Tongue peeking out of the side of his mouth, he considered for a moment and then started to write:
We got beaten last year, for the first time in forever. Sign up now, so Pecari can regain its proper place as Quidditch Heroes of the school!
(name, year, postion)
Stephen Baxter, Fifth Year, Keeper
He looked at it for a moment, and then glanced up the stairs. The Captains needed to be on there, even if they weren't putting the notice up.
Sorrel Craven, Fifth Year, Beater
There. Done. Perfect. Stephen stood up, made his way back to the noticeboard, and pinned it up in pride of place (moving the notice about Bella Santoro's band to make proper room). He stepped back, admired it as it deserved to be admired - slapdash job that it was - and then thought of something else. He grinned. He looked at the stairs again. He glanced around to see if certain people were around, and satisfied that they were not he stepped forward again, brandishing the quill.
Subthreads: Well, Well, well. by Lizzie with Caedence, Stephen
Yes, time is marching on. by Elly Eriksson
Me me me me me! by Saul Pierce
Eh, I've waited long enough... by Irene
No singing, might as well sport by Darci
Indeed by Echo Elms
It certainly does by Meredith Lail
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Lizzie
January 02, 2007 1:11 PM
Well, Well, well. by Lizzie
(ooc: yay for fuzzy time!)It was a nice day, Lizzie thought complacently, as she fumbled around her trunk sleepily for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to go under her robes. A few minutes later, she was heading downstairs, her black hair still lazily hanging around her shoulders. She took a look at the room, noting only one person of significance, and that was Stephen facing away from her at the noticeboard, posting something or other.
With a grin, she walked quickly over to where her fellow 5th year was, and started reading the notice over his shoulder. Quidditch, she immediately ascertained from the slightly crumpled piece of scratch parchment. She remained silent behind Stephen until she read the list of names. Stephen, Ash and Sorrel, blah blah blah... wait. She re-read the last name, and blurted out without thinking: "Who the hell is that?"
She clamped a hand over her mouth, realizing she was the only other 5th year and chaser on the team. Lizzie immediately turned her head away from the notice, a fierce red filling her cheeks. It was positively mortifying! She wanted to run, she wanted to scream at Stephen, yet she remained glued to her spot, unable to will her legs to move. Liz turned her head back to Stephen and the notice board, whipping out a quill of her own and fiercely scratching out the last name.
"What were you thinking?!" she finally demanded of him, her face hot with embarassment, "If- If Ash- or anyone else- ever saw that, I'd kill you. Kill you."\n\n
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Well, Well, well.
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Caedence
January 02, 2007 9:15 PM
This seems like something a normal person wouldn't interupt by Caedence
Caedence awoke somewhat early that morning. She wasn't too sure why, she didn't go to bed early. So why the early rise? Her heart sped up a few beats. Surely not that Stephen boy? She sat in her bed a good long time just to make sure that he wasn't screaming again. She was just about to roll back over when a voice, angry but not particularly loud, floated up to her. If- If Ash- or anyone else- ever saw that, I'd kill you. Kill you." Well, didn't that sound fun?She dressed quickly, fixed her braid, and went downstairs. She saw two members of her quidditch team shouting. Looking at her watch. Well, not as early as she thought. She really should sleep less. But it was still early for her on a day off. Then she noticed Stephen. "Why is it that every time I have to wake up without wanting to, I find you?" She asked without any real trace of venom. She even offered him a mild look. Not a smile, but not hostile either. She looked at the paper behind them.
Would she sign up again? After all, she was a pretty bad chaser to say the least. Actually, she was surprised that she wasn't wearing a sign on her shirt that said, "Hit me!" during the games. But what did it hurt to try? She scribbled on the parchment Caedence Redoak. Chaser. First year She glanced at the names on the list. Snookie? Wow, what idiot was immiture enough to put that up. She shrugged, "You know, maybe our defeat is making us the butt of some jokes," she said not at all realising what in the world that joke was about. "Are you going to sign Lizzie?" Caedence asked holding out her quill.\n\n
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Irene Liddowe
January 04, 2007 12:54 PM
Maybe waiting is good idea... by Irene Liddowe
Irene had been up very early that morning do to an owl pecking at the glass of their dorm. She had been glad to see Uncle Mike's messy scrawl he called handwriting, but early rising wasn't her thing...She had come down to the common room planning to write a letter to Uncle Mike, hinting strongly that he should never wake her up again. As she sat curled up on a couch with her quill, a boy, whose name she thought was Stephen, taked up a sign on the notice board.
Irene leaned to the side attempting to read what was on the sign without actually getting up. The words Quidditch Sign-ups blared at the top. Irene's heart began to race. Quidditch was something she could do! It was the one thing she really knew about when she had come here.
He was writing something on the paper and she was pretty sure it was his name. Feeling excited she bagan to stand up, ready to walk over and sign her name. But before she could even stand up all the way, another girl joined. She took one look at the board and said,
"If- If Ash- or anyone else- ever saw that, I'd kill you. Kill you."
Irene sat back down not wanting to get anyone even more angry at this point. She watched as another girl joined the group. Irene turned back to her letter. She would sign, but maybe later...\n\n
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Maybe waiting is good idea...
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Elly Eriksson
January 04, 2007 4:02 PM
Yes, time is marching on. by Elly Eriksson
Elly was still undecided about signing up for Quidditch. Over the summer, she had played netball with some older girls. First they had put her in keeper position, which Elly had been fairly good at, but then they had put her as goal shooter. Elly had discovered she had pretty good aim, and hardly ever missed the hoop. She suspected it had a lot to do with being so tall, and didn’t doubt that it would be more difficult to score whilst on a broom. Still, Elly had missed being on a school sports team; she had been hockey captain at her primary school in Whetstone.Elly had also given a lot of thought to which position she would like to play (if she did decide to sign up). The team positions were all already filled, so that didn’t make her decision any easier. Elly thought that beater would be a bad idea, though, for two main reasons. Firstly, she would probably be quite awful at it. Secondly, both Caedence and Meredith preferred beating, and Elly would feel miserable if she ended up playing beater on the team while two of her best friends missed out. Seeker was an option, because although Elly was tall for a seeker, she was lightweight and long-limbed, which would both prove useful assets in snitch-catching. Ultimately, however, her decision was between Keeper and Chaser.
The Quidditch notice had appeared on the noticeboard that morning, so there were already several names listed. Finally deciding that she would probably regret it if she didn’t sign up, Elly took a ballpoint pen from behind her ear, and added
Elly Eriksson, Second Year, Chaser or Keeper.
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Yes, time is marching on.
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Saul Pierce
January 05, 2007 9:09 AM
Me me me me me! by Saul Pierce
Saul stopped in front of the bulletin board on his way out to breakfast as was his habit. He checked three things on these breif stops: to see if the password to get in had changed, if there was any new information about the band, and whether the Quidditch sheet was up yet.Today, the first two were unaffected but the third was now available. With an excited grin he dug into his bag and produced a self-inking quill which he used to add his name to the bottom of the list of names.
Saul Pierce, 3rd Year, Chaser
Having been the only chaser to stay on his broom in the match against Lexy - er, Teppenpaw - he figured he had adequately overcome the shame of his first year.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Me me me me me!
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Irene
January 05, 2007 10:00 AM
Eh, I've waited long enough... by Irene
OOC: Fuzzy Time... It's later now from my last post.Irene took anopther glance at the notice board. Now that her letter was sent and done there was nothing holding her back besides herself. Irene stood up with a quill in hand.
She reached the Sign-up sheet. She read about the apparently one-time loss Pecari had suffered the year before.
She whipped out her quill and signed her name...
Irene Liddowe, First Year, She paused. What was her best position? When Uncle Mike was keeper she had some pretty good shots on the hoop. When she was Keeper she found out that height (something she does not have too much of) helped. Making up her mind on what seemed to be the only choice, Irene finshed up her signing so it read,
Irene Liddowe, First Year, Chaser
Feeling like she had accomplished something today, Irene returned to her dorm smiling to herself. \n\n
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Eh, I've waited long enough...
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Darci
January 05, 2007 5:23 PM
No singing, might as well sport by Darci
Darci slipped out of her common rooms easily, dodging that black hair girl, Cissy. Darci wasn't afraid of her, Cissy wasn't all that scary to her. Darci really only feared death, and more recently, failure. Cissy was neither, but Darci rathered stay out of the girl's way than make enemies. Or friends.The Nathalie girl was okay, but a bit boring for Darci's taste. She didn't know how to flair up a conversation. She also didn't seem the type to let loose. Something Darci disliked in people. The Irene one also seemed boring, for the same reasons. Darci had already realized that finding friends in her dorm wouldn't be easy. Maybe the older Pecaris, or maybe the boys in her year. Or people in other houses.
Darci still missed Ally though.
And she was still angry about the lack of arts in this school. Honestly, no music, that was horrendous. How could the students of this school survive without any type of art! Painting, music, creative writing, it didn't exist here. Darci hated that. She checked the board to see if they changed their minds about it, but instead found something else.
Quidditch.
Darci, despite her Muggle education, was a pureblood. And no one with magical blood didn't know what Quidditch was. Most practiced, Darci only did when with her grandmother. Who used to play when she was younger. Darci nodded, seeing the only postion open was Seeker. Might as well try, it had to be better than tennis (which for some reason Ally loved).
DARCI ANALAI WANTS TO BE SEEKER PLEASE! (first year)
She figured showing some enthusiasm may help her a little better. At least, it had better. \n\n
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Stephen
January 07, 2007 2:22 AM
*grins* by Stephen
OOC: Sorry about the delay. Also, as neither of us are yelling (yet?), and it would take a bit of time for Caedence to get down here after hearing you telling me off (seriously, the acoustics in here must be better than previously thought) I'm not taking her post into account at the moment. BIC:"Whoah," Stephen said, jumping slightly and then trying to look as though he hadn't been snuck up on. He was about to answer her question when Liz reached out and scribbled her name - well.... no, definitely her name - out and regained her voice.
"No you wouldn't," he said with utmost confidence. He gave her black hair a playful tug to try and get her to focus. "Relax, Lizzie. Breathe. Anyhow, that wasn't fair. When'd you stop wearing your 'Italian leather boots' or whatever they were? I didn't see you before just now, so I figure you've only just got down here... time was I'd have heard you coming the moment you started clip-clopping down the stairs." He grinned at her with a shrug and reached out to carefully write on the notice again.
He fiddled with the quill for a second and then, realising that he wasn't going to get a chance to return it just yet, shoved it behind his ear.
"Besides," Stephen said, switching back topics without any effort, "it's true. What's the problem?"
He reached up again to adjust the quill again a little, trying to get it at a properly rakish angle before giving up, raking his fingers through his hair instead (and then having to adjust the quill again, when it threatened to escape and get ink all over his shirt) and setting his full attention on Lizzie. For now, anyhow.\n\n
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*grins*
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Lizzie
January 07, 2007 9:30 PM
*rolls eyes* Stephen... by Lizzie
Lizzie was still red and hot as Stephen tried his best to appear cool. It was a trick she'd seen many times before done by her brothers and their friends alike when they'd gotten caught off guard. It was almost amusing enough to make Lizzie less fuming at Stephen. Almost."Stephen, that's not funny," Lizzie nearly hissed at him, "And I would. I would so do it. Don't push me."
She rolled her eyes at his next comments, bringing up those silly boots. Why had she decided to do that? Oh, now Lizzie remembered, it was part of her "I'm-being-a-good-pureblood-girl" puppet stage. Taking a deep breath, she ran a hand through her hair. That was a long time behind her, she had thought, but evidently it was fresh enough in Stephen's mind. Besides, it had been a really weird phase. She probably couldn't have told him where those boots had ended up to tell the truth.
"That was a long time ago, Stephen," she said, looking down at her black low-top Converses that were peeking out below her worn-in jeans before looking back up at him, "And thank you for correcting my name. As far as I know, I'm not anyone's Snookie-Whatever that was, especially not Ash's."
Lizzie felt her cheeks fill with coloring again just with the mentioning of it. How did Stephen know about her liking Ash? It couldn't have been that blatantly obvious, could it? Maybe it was. Or maybe he'd talked to Ash himself. They were roomates, and pretty good friends, as far as Lizzie knew. Was this Stephen speculating and just being himself, or did he have evidence to support it? She didn't know, but part of her wanted desperately to know, even if it meant asking Stephen.\n\n
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*rolls eyes* Stephen...
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Stephen
January 08, 2007 2:45 AM
Yes, Liz? by Stephen
"Right," Stephen said after looking at Lizzie for a moment, considering. He tapped his finger against his nose and winked. "Got it. As far as you know, you're no one's Snookie-Wookums. Especially not Ash's."He pulled the quill back down again, looked at it and then glanced around the room, trying to recall which of the several bags it had come from. Probably that one, he decided, choosing one and stashing the quill back inside it.
"Bit silly not knowing when it's you though," he commented, heading back. "Man, if only video camera's worked here. And I had one," he added after a second's thought. "Honestly, I don't get you people sometimes. I like Mia. Mia likes me. We go out. You like Ash. Ash likes you. You deny vigorously with death threats you'd never go through with. Bit stupid, really. Still, maybe you can't be entirely blamed. Ash, I mean, I can definitely see where he's coming from - have you looked in a mirror? - but for you? Well," he added with another cheeky grin, "he's no me. Great guy though, good friend and all that. Best of luck to you both if you ever get your heads on straight and out of the sand. And assuming Sorrie approves."
Of course that was also a sticking point. Sure, Liz wasn't entirely a girly-girl, but she was certainly closer to it than Sorrel had and probably would ever be. Stephen's eyes narrowed slightly. Especially if she kept going around with mr-geriatric-caveman-harley-rider. The expression didn't last long - moments if that - before being replaced by a more usual type of Stephen look. There'd been no sign of Mia yet, but that was fine. She'd show up eventually when she'd finished sleeping or whatever she was at. He was patient. He could wait. Food would help though.
"Come on," he said a moment later, jerking a thumb at the exit. "How about we go have us some breakfast."\n\n
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Yes, Liz?
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Lizzie
January 08, 2007 6:59 PM
Nothing, nothing... by Lizzie
Lizzie watched Stephen with interest as he returned the borrowed quill from someone's bookbag. She still slightly red around her cheeks, but it was fading, as was her anger at Stephen. Lizzie found that she couldn't really say mad at him; it was something about that zany attitude that just made her laugh. And besides, Stephen was a good friend. She leaned up against the notice board with her elbow as Stephen continued on talking."Man, if only video camera's worked here. And I had one...You like Ash. Ash likes you."
Lizzie nearly lost her balance after that last statement. What had he said? Stephen definitely had said that Ash liked her. What else could it have been? Liz shook her head slightly, her black hair rebelliously getting in her face. She stood on her own two feet, tucking the hair behind her ears, trying to act like Stephen hadn't fazed her. She barely heard the rest of what he said, but at least Lizzie caught the Sorrel's approval comment.
"Right, well..." she said, buying time slightly, "We're talking big 'ifs' there. And besides, none of that means anything unless Ash himself backs it up. Until that happens, I am no one's Snookie Anything.
"And excellent idea, I'm starving," Lizzie said as the squealy teenaged girl in her jumped about, keeping her outward facial expression neutral and heading for the door, "Let's go."\n\n
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Nothing, nothing...
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Echo Elms
January 09, 2007 2:36 PM
Indeed by Echo Elms
Echo had been giving the Quidditch sign-up sheet furtive glances for two days before he approached and glanced down the list of names. Baxter was there and so were a bunch of the other Quidditch people from last year. The older kids were... older, intimidating... something, and there were more than enough names, even if one of them couldn't follow simple directions. How hard was it to just write your name, year, and position?Elly was up there already. She hadn't been sure before if she would sign up, but she seemed to have decided. After her name was "Chaser or Keeper." Elly hadn't mentioned wanting to be Keeper, but maybe she threw it on because she wanted to be on the team. She was tall, so she had reach. Echo bet she'd make a good Keeper. It seemed like most of the other kids wanted to be Chasers like Saul.
Echo hoisted his bag up and pulled out a muggle pencil, but stopped halfway to the sheet. What if he signed up for Keeper and they took him and Stephen got hurt and he had to play and he was awful so everyone hated him? Or, worse, what if he made an amazing save and everyone converged on him, patting his back and high fiving? He bit his eraser. He would freak out that was what. He would have to tell them, all the people whose names were on the sheet. They would all have to know.
No.
He pivoted around and stormed out of the common room. Out into the hallways and toward the Medical Wing. This had to stop. It had to stop. It had to stop now.
[OOC: Nope, no sign up here].\n\n
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Meredith Lail
January 14, 2007 6:00 PM
It certainly does by Meredith Lail
Meredith walked down from her dorm room later that day, pet mouse in one hand and his plastic ball in the other, making her way to the common room’s exit. It was about time Pence became used to the other animals around here so he’d stop biting her whenever he saw one. She had three more teeth marks in her hand than she did when the week started. The bites weren’t as painful anymore, but she could still do without them.Mere sat on a couch and put Pence in his ball, letting him roam the common room that way. She figured he ought to get used to the common room first and then she’d take him outside. She wondered if one of the multiple cats would come and chase him around. Her blue eyes slid across the room. She felt closed in. She never liked being inside as much as being in the open outdoors. It was a minor case of claustrophobia that she had. Her eyes finally landed on a piece parchment tacked up to the notice board that made her grin manically. She had almost given up on it. Well, not really since she was determined to get her name on it this year. Not to mention it was only a week into the new year.
Mere jumped up and hurried to the board reading the short introduction with a laugh and then the names of people who had already signed up for the Pecari Quidditch team. She saw Elly’s name and smiled, but then frowned a little. She had been so looking forward to signing up and now she’d be one of the lasts? Well, at least her name would be there and it didn’t look like any one else had signed up for beater besides the captains. Not even Caedence who was so poetic in her feelings about the position.
Meredith would be happy to play reserve, positive that one day she’d get to play for real if she showed she was good enough and she knew she was good enough. She might not look it, being on the smaller side, but she knew she was. Plus, it would give her more of an excuse to get down to the Pitch more often. She looked around for a spare quill in the room and not seeing one fast enough, probably because she was looking too quickly, ran back upstairs to get her own.
Now with a quill and an ink well in hand, she hurried back down to the sign up sheet and wrote her name, being more careful so that it was legible to others besides herself.
Meredith Lail, second year, beater/chaser
And that was it. Now she was signed up. She added chaser, her secondary position, just in case. In case of what, she wasn’t sure, but it couldn’t hurt to mention it. She grinned excitedly and practically jumped back onto the couch and watched Pence roam and bump into objects left around the common room.\n\n
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It certainly does
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