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[wesleybroderick]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Yuletide Joy' / Monday, 12 December / 6:00 AM
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Slytherin Quidditch Team
Currently Involving: Wesley, Group

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[opheliaballard]

Ah but Ophelia LIKED the nasty weather. Though, it was really not nasty ENOUGH for her. Simply the fact it was 6 o'clock in the morning in December didn't cut it. The sky's were CLEAR for Merlin's sake! But nevermind, for she had another PRACTICE and was quite content to just pretend it was hailing or slating or what not.

And to be completely honest, Ophelia didn't mind the lack of members or anything much, as long as she got to remain beater and Beat at her opponents. Though, she supposed, she WOULD be rather miffed if Gryffindor or any other house ended up winning. Even IF she got a good beating out of them first.

"Wesley dearest! Am I on TIME? Oh Merlin, I'm sure I am I'M THE FIRST ONE!" Ophelia cried out in slightly off-kilter glee, skipping a bit as she ran toward Wesley, her broom bobbing along happily beside. her.

[hargreaves_b]

Hargreaves seriously believed he could play in any weather, time, place, or circumstance. Cocky? Conceited? You bet. But he had "the gift," as he called it, and believed that to the end. Yet he was feeling the cold on the end of his nose as he marched out to the green, bundled up in practice clothes and two scarves.

The time only slightly bothered him. Six o'clock in the morning was a bit iffy. They did have players absent, and even the Hufflepuffs were practicing more than they were. If they weren't careful, Hargy feared all could be lost. Not that he'd ever say a bit of this to Wes. He'd continue to kiss his butt the best he could, and put on that 'butt-kissing' smile of his as he approached and stood at attention, ready to fly.

[wesleybroderick]

Only two had showed up thus far.

Disappointing. Perhaps he'd have to go looking for new team members; ones who would actually head their Captain and turn out to practice on time.

"Ophelia," he nodded to the girl as she ran up. She wasn't the best beater in the world, but her enthusiasm more than made up for what she lacked in skill. And she was talented at scaring the other players, which ended up working in his favour.

Ah, and Hargreaves, of course. Clearing his throat, he turned to the younger boy. "Did you notice any stragglers when you were coming down the Pitch?" He was fully intent on starting with just the three of them if need be.

[jonathankincaid]

Stragglers -- that was Jonathan. And Merlin but he did not want to be up this early. Excuse him for having a bit less faith in their captain than the others, but six in the morning? Ridiculous, as far as he was concerned.

Never mind that this was due to being up way too late -- as usual. Early riser, psh. Jonathan soaked the night up for all it was worth, and he preferred to sleep the day away if possible.

Good thing he loved Quidditch, then, since that was the only thing that encouraged him to show up at all -- yawning, but present.

"Hey cap'n," he greeted when he was close enough, his broom slung over his shoulders for the moment. "Good morning -- and all that rot." No, Jonathan wasn't afraid to show how he hated the early morning hour, even if he wouldn't come out directly and say it.

Give him some credit for intelligence, if only a small amount.