Hey, you. [tag: Lauren Song] on Quidditch Pitch

Arne Reinhardt

July 15, 2016 2:02 AM

Hey, you. [tag: Lauren Song] by Arne Reinhardt

Lauren Song was a Teppenpaw. And her roommate was on the Teppenpaw Quidditch team. So it only stood to reason that she would be at the Teppenpaw-Pecari Quidditch game. Arne himself was going for two reasons—he had to scope out the competition for when Crotalus inevitably played Teppenpaw and Pecari, but he also had to support his brother and cousin no matter how often they got on his nerves. Lauren Song was just a plus.

When he arrived at the Pitch—shortly after the quaffle was tossed in the air, he was certain that Lauren was probably already there, he just had to find where. Unfortunately, he was unable to locate her immediately and with all the excitement in the air, the fourteen year old soon forgot that one of his purposes there was to find and ask a girl to the ball. So instead he found himself a good vantage point to keep an eye on the game and before he knew it, he was so wrapped up in the on goings that he didn’t spend any time looking for the fourth year.

It wasn’t until after the game when he saw who he thought was Lauren leaving the stands that he remembered what his other reason for being there and he scrambled to his feet to catch her. “Hey, Lauren,” he called as he got close enough to shout out her name without drawing too much attention to himself. She was probably with friends—because she was the nice sort of girl who had friends, but Arne wanted to get her alone. He didn’t really feel like asking her around other people. He’d already tried a couple times in class but each time someone had got in his way.

“How’s it going?” he asked, once he was walking next to her. He shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled easily at her. “Could I talk to you for a sec?” He slowed down his pace down to a more comfortable stroll and continued on with his earlier thought. “I was wondering if anyone’s asked you to the ball yet, and if they haven’t, maybe you’d like to go with me?”

It was plain, it was simple, it was completely devoid of any fear of rejection, and it was 100% Arne Reinhardt. And if Lauren said no, he could live with that. So, heart not racing, not even a tad—because he was Arne Reinhardt and he was amazing, he waited for her response.

OOC: So if Lauren didn't go to the game, we can just pretend that all of this was a dream inside Arne's head and I'll write a follow up post when he wakes up :)

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Lauren Song

July 15, 2016 6:59 PM

Who me? by Lauren Song

It was tradition for Lauren to get up when Ginger got up on the day of the Quidditch games. She liked to support her roommates in everything, and it was easy for her to get dressed and sit in the stands for hours, hoping that her roommate wouldn't get hurt. Lauren took her time getting dressed in warm clothes. She didn't own much yellow except for a sweater she'd bought a couple years ago just for her house.

As she walked to the pitch, she let herself worry a little bit about the ball. At this rate, she would be all alone without any prospects. It would be easier to avoid going to the ball altogether or somehow include herself in a group of dateless students. Being a fourth-year meant she should at least have one person to go with, but Lauren didn't want to imagine who would ask her.

Her crushes had jumped from one person to another until she knew she didn't really have a crush on anyone, she just thought there were a lot of cute guys at Sonora. If only one of them would ask her to the ball, she'd feel like a princess...

The Quidditch games always made her cringe, but she cast a warming charm on herself and did her best to keep her eyes open the whole time.

When the game was over, Lauren jumped out of her seat, eager to meet up with her roommate. She smiled at the people she knew--that was mostly everyone now--but stopped when she heard her name. Lauren turned around and saw that it was Arne who had called her. Lauren gave him a friendly smile. "I'm good. That was a good game, wasn't it?" She was a little surprised he'd come to watch a Teppenpaw game, but maybe he was a Quidditch enthusiast.

The way he wanted to talk to her alone put her on alert, but maybe he just wanted to ask about the homework. Lauren held her breath for a second, suddenly feeling nervous. When did boys ever want to talk to her alone? "Okay," she said, slowing down with him so she matched his pace.

Then he asked her to the ball and Lauren's face flushed. She hadn't expected a younger guy to ask her to the ball, and especially not a pretty good-looking guy like Arne, not to mention no one had ever asked her to any event, much less a date. Not that he was asking her out on a date. Lauren smiled, a mixture of delight at being asked and laughing at herself.

"That would be great," she said calmly, smiling at him with pink cheeks. "I'll go with you." Now there was a reason to buy a pretty dress--she couldn't wait. "I almost thought I was going to have to go to the dance alone," she said, laughing a little. "So I'm glad you asked! Have you been to a ball before?"

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Arne

August 01, 2016 7:05 PM

Yes, you! by Arne

Lauren was a pretty social girl, Arne realized as he watched her greet several students. He, too, knew many of those students by name but that didn’t mean he was about to jump to his feet and say hi to every single one of them. But that was probably why she, along with Liac, were in Teppenpaw. It just made sense for them to be there. Teppenpaw seemed to be the universally friendly house. In fact, he didn’t think he had ever seen a single Teppenpaw in a bad mood like…ever. Tobi had snapped at him a couple of times but those were, arguably, well-deserved times.

“Yeah, it was, your friend did well,” he commented, referring to the three saves that Ginger had pulled off. He had remembered playing with Ginger on Teppalus and she’d made some major improvements. “Sorry you guys lost though.” Arne himself was a little disappointed—some of those players had been his teammates the past two years and he even had two family members on the team, but he was kind of relieved because it meant that Pecari, not Teppenpaw was going on to the finals and Arne really didn’t want to have to sit and watch his brother and cousin in the final match of the year when his own team hadn’t won their first game. Now, at least, they were even.

But perhaps (Arne hoped) he would have just the thing to cheer up a Teppenpaw who had just lost a match to Pecari. After all, he was pretty great company if he did say so himself. He knew how to make a girl laugh and could be genuinely pleasant when he wanted to be. He grinned when Lauren said she’d go with him to the ball. She was pretty cute and that was pretty cool. “You go to the ball alone? Please. I’m sure someone would have asked you if I didn’t, you’re pretty cute.”

Hey, he was thirteen. He was allowed to flirt. Besides, she had said she was glad he asked! “No,” he admitted. “Not really. My family doesn’t do the whole ball thing. We’re tradespeople and craftsmen. Good enough to hire to make a cabinet to decorate a ball room but not really the sort that society likes to actually see in person at balls.” He laughed good-naturedly. Perhaps if he’d been in one of his more surly moods that would have come out as a rather bitter statement but to be honest, Arne was glad that his family wasn’t the kind to be invited to balls. “Have you been before?”

If her answer was no, then he had a quippy response prepared on how they could each pop the other one’s ball-cherry so to speak.

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