Theresa Carey

July 11, 2013 7:33 PM
The season was opening with Crotalus versus Teppenpaw – Theresa guessed the school had weighed the options and decided the chances of being able to draw the maximum drama out of Arnold’s last game was good enough – so really, there was no reason for Theresa to attend the first Quidditch match of the year. None at all. Nevertheless, here she was, annoyed at Henry and Lucille for both refusing to cooperate with her and support their Houses and trying not to look nervous as she sat in the stands, reminding herself every moment that, here or not, her brother and her cousin’s fiancée were both Crotali and that she, therefore, had every right to watch the game. Maybe it would have been more proper to find Arnold, who was surely here somewhere whether Fae was or not, and sit with him, but, well, there were a lot of people here. It was easy to miss one short guy.

A little harder to miss his taller brother unless she deliberately tried and ducked behind something for a few minutes, but, well, that happened, too. There were lots of reasons for avoiding Arthur, not least of which was his interest in her CATS. She had explained to him several times that his RATS really were much more important or, failing that, that Arnold’s were, but to no avail, and threatening him hadn’t worked, either; he’d taken that as an excuse, during last Tuesday’s session, to review poisons and curses, trying to get her to describe in great detail exactly what various combinations would do to kill him if she administered them, and then she’d gotten so upset she had finally ended the session by throwing a book at his head.

According to Henry, whose much more necessary tutoring sessions were immediately after hers, he’d found that absolutely hilarious.

Once she was sure Arnold and Arthur were out of the way, she had found a seat, pulled her hat as low as she could, and tried to pretend she was invisible. She wasn’t good at it, not the way Jay and Anthony were – they could stand still and not really be noticed at all; she thought it was mostly just that they had really boring hair colors, but the standing still had something to do with it, too, and she couldn’t keep her foot from jiggling or something when she was nervous like this – but it was, she thought, worth a try.

The game began, and she tried to pick out which red dot she definitely didn’t care about.
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Jade Owen

July 12, 2013 9:16 AM
For the past four years, Jade hadn't missed a Quidditch game at Sonora. She had played in several of them, of course, but had watched the others partly for pure enjoyment, and partly to help improve her own performance. It was especially helpful for a Seeker to be familiar with her opponent - to know their distraction techniques, and to ascertain any weaknesses. She was thrilled to be playing Arnold, guaranteed, thanks to this year's line up. He was beating her two to one, and as he was in his seventh year, Jade only had this year to even the score. Actually, as she'd beaten him as a first year, and as this would be his last year playing, if she beat him this year, too, she would consider herself the victor.

Speaking of Careys (or thinking about one, anyway) Jade thought she saw Theresa a little further along the bench, trying to be invisible. So Jade scootched up to her. "T?" she asked, her tone inquiring because she didn't think Theresa attended the Quidditch games. Then again, her roommate had been surprisingly her a lot recent. Jade was sure she'd seen her holding hands in the labyrinth with a student who was rumored to already be engaged to somebody else. She hadn't told anybody else, because she wasn't that sort of person, but she had it in mind to warn T to be more careful. If Jade had seen them together, there was a chance somebody else had, too.

What was with her roommates, anyway? Waverly was all upset over her Muggle boyfriend not working out, and T was evidently into a guy she couldn't have. Jade was feeling pretty smug about her position that boyfriends weren't worth the hassle. Look, admire, but don't let them touch you, as her mother said (admittedly, she had been talking about garden gnomes). "Didn't think this was your scene," Jade greeted her fellow fifth year, brushing off her jeans as she settled back down.
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