Pepper Jones
May 13, 2007 7:08 PM
The Breakfast after the Game Before by Pepper Jones
No victory parties had ensued in Teppenpaw the previous night, for the obvious reason that they hadn't won. Thus Pepper was up bright and early. As she made her way down to breakfast, she began to have a private little victory party in her head. So, probably no one had seen her save the Quaffle. She'd still done it. She wasn't one to brag anyway, so it didn't matter that no one would believe her. Plus she could make her next save far more graceful and impressive, and have that go down as her first.As she set about her hot buttery toast and orange juice, she fished around in her bag for a sheet of parchment. Doing everything one handed was second nature to her. Babysitting did that to you. It was like the rule for sailing - one hand for you, one for the ship. Except it was one hand for you, one for the sib. A quill followed, ink was out, and the lid juggled off with the toast perched in her mouth without her missing a beat on her chewing.
Pepper's eyes flicked up in between words as she composed the letter to her family, detailing her save in all its glory for Theo, and all the embarrassment for her mum to make her feel better about. She didn't get absorbed in activities to the detriment of knowing what was going on around her. Another result of family life. As she kept an eye on the traffic in and out of the hall, she idly wondered why she couldn't transfer these skills so easily to her game. She guessed she did. It was just the catching part she had difficulty with.
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Adam Brockert
May 23, 2007 11:48 AM
Mind if I join you? by Adam Brockert
Adam had trained himself to get up fairly early, so he could get down and eat breakfast before most people were awake and the hall got too crowded. If they were there, he'd be too anxious and lose his appetite completely.Even though he was assuming most people would still be asleep, Adam's eyes still darted around furtively as he entered the room. They rested upon one of the few people at Sonora that he actually wasn't afraid of, Pepper.
He hadn't really spoken to her much this year. Sometimes, Adam worried that she didn't even like him much any more. That made him wonder if he should approach her after all. On the other hand, what if Pepper did still like him and he sat somewhere else. It might hurt her feelings. Adam knew that if someone did that to him, he'd certainly be crushed.
So he walked over to the table where his friend was seated. "Hi Pepper," Adam began timidly. "Mind if I sit with you?"
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