Captain Edmond Carey
November 05, 2011 1:53 AM
Quidditch Sign-Up Sheet by Captain Edmond Carey
In the morning, Edmond supposed he was going to regret waiting until one in the morning to post the Quidditch sign-up list while he was falling asleep over his oatmeal, but when he had started to take it out of its folder, he had been seized with the total certainty that he could not be seen putting the sheet on the bulletin board and had just sat at his desk, glad once again not to have a roommate, until he thought it was safe to assume everyone was asleep or at least in their rooms before coming down to the common room to do that. He felt as though he were doing something he shouldn’t, like if he were noticed doing it, he would be in trouble somehow. This was Daniel’s job, not his.Daniel, however, was not here, now, and Edmond was what they had left, and if he was quite sure that he was going to make a pretty poor replacement, he couldn’t let everyone else know. Robert had always told him that no matter what he did, he should do it as though completely confident, because the only thing worse than not knowing what he was doing was seeming to not know. Robert had not, though, told him how hard that was going to be.
Well, hard or not, he had to do it. They had to get the Quidditch cup again, and the House one, to prove they could, that it hadn’t just been luck or Daniel or Merlin alone knew what, and if he had to seem confident for that to happen, well, he would. He couldn’t let everyone down based on his feelings.
The sheet was large, with the words written in a dictation quill instead of his hand to make it look more professional, a trick Morgaine had taught him while she wrote it up. She said he rambled too much and was too polite and that wasn’t the way to go about it. He wasn’t sure, but she’d informed him that she’d been managing people when he was still worrying about his grades in his spare time, and he had to admit that her version looked more like what he remembered Daniel posting than his draft had. Plus, after the way she’d visibly winced when she had to use an exclamation point….
All House members interested in being part of the Aladren Quidditch team should sign the sheet below with their names, years, and desired positions. Tryouts will be on [Date]. Hope to see you there!
He’d signed it Edmond Carey, Captain, then underneath added his sign-up:
Edmond Carey, 7th Year, Beater
Subthreads: One and Two by Arnold and Arthur Carey
A new year of Awesome begins now! by Kitty McLevy
Fourth by Preston Stratford
Fifth. by David Wilkes
Fullfilling my year's obligation for a Quidditch Player by Thaddeus Pierce II
And here's seven. Or something like that. by Russell Layne
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Arnold and Arthur Carey
November 05, 2011 7:09 PM
One and Two by Arnold and Arthur Carey
Arnold had half-expected for the Quidditch list to be up before he went to bed after the Opening Feast, but finding it there on his way down to breakfast was nearly as good. Grinning as soon as he noticed that there was a piece of paper he hadn’t seen on the notice board the night before, he hurried over, then dropped his bag on a book case to rummage around and find a quill.Behind him, he heard his brother clear his throat, and Arnold turned to find Arthur - how, exactly, did he manage to just be completely not noticed sometimes when he was enough bigger than Arnold to pass for a year or two older instead of a few minutes younger? - holding one out. “I thought I’d let you have the honors,” he said without preamble. He was, despite the early hour, already reading, his green robes and dark trousers and hair and even shoes all neater than Arnold’s. His was pale, though, and he was wearing his reading glasses, so Arnold’s guess was that he hadn’t gone to sleep the previous night. The shift from summer to school year, as they had discovered on the first day of their first year, didn’t really agree with Arthur.
“Good morning to you, too,” Arnold said, taking the quill – the self-inking one Aunt Catherine had given Arthur for their last birthday. His brother almost never used it, complaining that he liked the old-fashioned kind, but it was a useful thing to have on hand at school. He wrote his name out, Arnold Carey, then
“Forgot we’d moved up a year for a second,” he remarked, then looked back at his brother. “Want me to put your name down, too?”
“It’s fine,” Arthur said. “I’ll get to it in a minute anyway.”
Arnold went ahead and put it down, taking a little more care with his handwriting than he had for his own entry as he wrote Arthur Carey, Third Year, Chaser beneath his name before returning the quill to his twin, who put it away with a nod of thanks, then sighed, closed his book, and stood, using a grip on the arm of the chair he’d been sitting in to push himself up. “On to breakfast, then,” he said. “It’s a shame about Terry.”
Arnold wasn’t sure what Terry had to do with breakfast, but he nodded anyway. He could have been knocked over with one of those tiny feathers that came out of pillows sometimes when their cousin went into Pecari. They’d all expected her to follow them into Aladren. “We’ll say hello anyway,” he said. Arthur nodded, and they began to make their way down to the Cascade Hall.
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Kitty McLevy
November 06, 2011 1:44 AM
A new year of Awesome begins now! by Kitty McLevy
Kitty bounded down the stairs in her usual exuberant fashion. Each day was the beginning of a new adventure where something amazing waited beyond every corner. Well, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, Kitty thought with a giggle. It really was a magical school however, so it wasn’t stretching the truth too much.Reaching the end of the stairs revealed a new pearl of awesomeness in the form of the Quidditch signup sheet. “YES!” she squealed with delight as she ran over to the sheet only to realize that she was quilless. “Darn it!” Quick as a fox she ran back up to her room to grab one, and by the time she got down she saw that the twins had beat her to it. A small pout flashed over her bow shaped lips at the sight seems she wanted to be first to sign up.
Bright blue eyes widened as she read the words. Daniel’s gone!?. Kitty couldn’t believe it. On some level she was sure she knew that the older boy graduated last year, but seeing Edmond’s name when she’d expected Daniel’s made her hand freeze for just a moment as a sense of hurt washed though the young girl. She’d really liked Daniel, and knowing that he was gone was almost like leaving home, and her older brothers all over again. Giving a small sigh she quickly scrawled her name in her familiar loopy script.
Kitty McLevy – Keeper, or Chaser
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Preston Stratford
November 06, 2011 5:08 PM
Fourth by Preston Stratford
Preston was feeling smug, he had grown a few inches during the summer, and he liked the new added height. His mother had been fuzzing all over about new robes and clothes, because he couldn’t go back to school looking like a pauper. The redhead agreed with his mother on that, he couldn’t be seen in less than perfection, especially if he wanted to conquer the school as he grew older. The green-eyed third-year was the second son, and he needed to make his own path. Yes, he would inherit money and the like, but he wouldn’t receive the lion’s share, that was for Victor. If Preston wanted to be someone important he needed to make it happen, and being Prefect, Head Boy and Quidditch Captain would help him on his way. He had ambitions and he had plans to achieve them. Preston Gerard Stratford had a plan and a back-up plan for his life.He yawned and rubbed is eyes as his body began waking up for the day of classes. He nodded to his roommates and left the comfort of his bed to take a shower before going to breakfast. The redhead preferred to shower in the mornings because it helped to wake up. Ironically, he wasn’t a morning person.
He made sure everything was perfect. He nodded to his reflection and left the room. His stomach was beginning to rumble. In his way towards the exit he saw that the Bulletin Board had a new announcement, and since he thought that it was for his best interest to be informed about what happened in the school, he went to read it before leaving. He grinned when he realized that it was the Quidditch sign-ups sheet. He rummaged his school bag for a quill, finally finding it he scribbled his name in perfect penmanship.
Preston Stratford, third-year. Beater.
The Aladren read Edmond’s name besides the Captain title and tilted his head to the right. It was weird to see his name and the title together. The Quidditch team would not be the same without Daniel, but he was sure Edmond was going to be a good Captain. Preston nodded to no one in particular and put away his quill before going to the Cascade Hall for breakfast.
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David Wilkes
November 06, 2011 9:27 PM
Fifth. by David Wilkes
Finding the Quidditch sign-up list on the message board on the first morning of term – a place he was sure it hadn’t been when he’d gone past on his way to bed; Edmond must have been a night owl, or else an extremely early bird – was not a huge event for David. He had joined the team after his first year proved to be a completely unsocial time when starting over with people as weird as he was and not being such a loner had been part of the point (the other part being to learn not to blow stuff up unless he meant to) of coming to Sonora, and that had worked out pretty well, but had never gotten as completely, obsessively into the game as a lot of the other Aladren players did. Maybe it was part of being the alternate, he didn’t know, or just having never been much of an athlete before Sonora and not being completely used to seeing himself that way even after two years on the team.Now, he was the Assistant Captain, a fact which, half-asleep after being used to sleeping as late as he wanted through most of the summer, slipped his mind for a minute as he began to sign up, resulting in the second entry with some scribbling in it. It was still just too weird, not least because it involved the mental image of him someday resembling Daniel Nash and Edmond Carey – neat, articulate, confident rich boys, leader types – in any way, shape, or form. He was a lot of things, but…not those guys, he thought, and here he was, supposed to start being one of those guys this time next year and then stay that way for two more after that.
He honestly, all jokes about commanding from the sidelines aside, know how that was going to work out, but he guessed he’d find out. And pay a lot more attention to what Edmond did in a captainly way than he really had to what Daniel did. It wasn’t like he could go turn down the promotion, that would be committing college-application suicide.
David Wilkes, Year the Fourth,
It was the next thing to a certainty that he’d be one of two things – Keeper or Chaser – depending on Kitty and maybe the firsties if everyone came back, but since he was coming off the bench, he thought it was best to stay open-minded. Maybe Arnold would change his mind about going another round or so with every Beater in the school after his blood or something. He guessed he’d find out at the try-outs.
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Thaddeus Pierce II
November 07, 2011 12:49 PM
Fullfilling my year's obligation for a Quidditch Player by Thaddeus Pierce II
Thaddeus did not expect to make it on the team. Derry had told him Aladren was only graduating one player and they already had an alternate waiting in the wings. They did, however, have an empty seat on the bench. It was that bench that Thad had his eyes on.In all honesty (not a trait his family valued highly even under other circumstances), he was reluctant to play at all. That was not option however. Pierce young men played Quidditch. Even Wesley had been Seeker on his house team at Durmstrang, and Wesley was not the sort of person Thaddeus thought of as athletic. His generatation had spawned no less than five captains, and Derry Four could still make Teppenpaw's.
On this statitistic, and this statistic only, was the family unwilling to denounce the three in that number who had become Boston Pierces. Even Arnold, his long dead brother, was - according to Berta, who was an unreliable source at best - playing Quidditch in a Ghost League in Canada. Quidditch was a Big Deal to the New Hampshire Pierces, so even though Amelia Pierce herself was the Coach, he wasn't just permitted to play - he was expected to.
Consideration of his House make-up made it even more mandatory. The three Careys and the Stratford on the team turned it into a political thing. He couldn't be any less involved in the House than them, and the Quidditch Team was the most obvious route.
The fact that fear of heights came up at dinner last night also turned it it into a pride thing. Thaddeus wasn't afraid of heights, not anymore, but he had been once, and bludgers made him as nervous as they would anyone who actually understood what they were capable of doing to a person. But he wasn't afraid, and the only way to really guarantee that the accusation would not surface in any mind but Thad's own, was to add his name to the list.
Thaddeus Pierce II, Year I, Alternate
He did not expect to make the team. He almost didn't want to make the team (not that he could admit that either), but the reason, the sole and total reason, he would aim no higher than 'Alternate' was because the only thing he could imagine that was worse than trying out and making the team would be trying out and not making the team.
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Russell Layne
November 07, 2011 6:41 PM
And here's seven. Or something like that. by Russell Layne
When he saw that the sign-up sheet already had seven names on it, there was a brief moment when Russell considered not putting his name up. Merlin knew he was not the best of the seven of the previous year’s players, and while he might be better than a first year, the name ‘Pierce’ meant there was every chance he wouldn’t be, too. The team could get by very well without him, and he could focus on the Intermediate classes Tessa had assured him were going to be worse in the first few weeks than any other section of his education had ever been until he got to the first few weeks of Advanced, so the professors could weed out those who weren’t going to be very good students and eliminate them from the lists of those to consider for promotions and organizations later.Then, though, he reminded himself that Tessa’s education had been first overseen by Greta Ballard and then given to the care of the French educational system, which had several distinct differences from the one here. Tessa had done a good job of spooking him, but he was good at all his classes, and he liked to think his professors were fair and that anything she could get through all right, he could as well. He also remembered that this was really his one way to keep up with his roommates, too, and that he just liked it. He didn’t like it as much as Preston and Arnold seemed to, and it scared him sometimes that he got almost as Quidditch-crazy as anyone else during the games themselves, but he did like it. It would be a bit of a loss in his life if he gave it up.
Plus, as far as he could tell from school records, when Laynes and Careys were in the same years, Laynes usually won badges and Careys usually did not. It would be a minor act of family betrayal to step aside and just potentially hand one to Arnold or Arthur. Staying in was practically a duty as well as something he wanted to do.
So he signed up again, wondering if this would be the year he got his fool head cracked open to teach him about assuming that just because it was more fun for the Beaters to try to break every bone in Arnold’s body before he turned seventeen that it meant they wouldn’t gladly do the same to Russell’s. He hadn’t been seriously injured in all his time in the game, just minor strains and that one leg thing in first year, that couldn’t last forever.
Russell Layne, Third, Chaser
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