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[frogleygoof]

Week Name/Date/Time: When Worlds Collide / Friday 27 January / 3:10 PM.
Location: Quidditch pitch!
Open To: Anyone (And of course I'm assuming that means Dari will pop in later. . .)
Currently Involving: Troy, Lolita

Friday afternoon was sunny and clear, a change from the previous few days where Troy basically cursed the weather for not allowing him to

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[lolita_damon]

As if sensing the thoughts of Troy Frogley, Lolita bit back an exasperated groan and tried not to roll her eyes or throw an insult at him--just in case he thought their bet was still going on. Promising not to insult people was turning harder to keep up than she'd thought.

Lolita examined the handle of her broom for splintery bits sticking out. More than once she'd grabbed ahold and been surprised when her hand came away full of bits of wood. It wasn't a nice precursor to a game...one tended to be quite down after that. Splinters were pure evil, probably more evil than Wesley Broderick, Lolita thought with a mild smile.

"Who said I praise myself?" Lolita asked innocently, looking at Troy with false confusion. "You must've heard it from some jealous floozy."

[daridavison]

Dari had much the same idea as Troy. which had her heading outside, Nimbus in hand, right about now. She'd gone straight to her dorm to fetch it once Ancient Runes had let out. It had been far too long since she'd had a good flight and today was simply perfect for it.

It took her a minute to notice the girl by Troy's side, because she was distracted by seeing her teammate standing there with a quaffle in hand. Apparently great minds think alike, she mused.

"Hey, Frogley," she called teasingly as she jogged over to him, "you sure you know what to do with that ball?" Her grin faded as she got closer and realised who he was with.

"Oh.. Lolita. Hello."

[frogleygoof]

The bet?! Psh, he was far too absent-minded and flighty to remember that. Or at least he was when he was faced with his beloved Quidditch. Perhaps.

He tilted his head and jogged a bit in front of her, walking backwards and facing her as he grinned, "Jealous of your ace Quidditch skills? Or jealous of spending so much time with me? Because both of those sparkling qualities, why Lolita, I'm terribly glad you're so tough and can fight them off! They must be TERRIBLY jealous!" He bit his tongue at her, thinking he looked terribly cute.

"Floozy? Yeah, probably. I mean, who wouldn't be jealous of you, seriously," he jokingly shrugged just as Dari jogged up. He turned around and fell in line back next to Lolita. "Psh, I know exactly what to do with it!" he scoffed good-naturedly. "Be the best Ravenclaw chaser on the TEAM, that's what! Better watch and learn, girlie," he grinned.

His eyes darted back to Lolita after seeing Dari's expression at the sight of her. Well that was abrupt!

[lolita_damon]

If the bet had entirely slipped Troy's mind, perhaps Lolita should begin forgetting as well. Having to bite one's tongue to keep nasty comments from sliding out wasn't fun, by Lolita's definition.

She made as if to aim a punch at his face and purposefully missed. Today wasn't a fighting day--she could feel it. The air was much too crisp and clear to encourage violent behavior. She was like an animal of some sort, her moods changing with the weather. Troy might say she was a bird and then giggle at the double meaning...but then she'd probably elbow him. Hard.

"I'm jealous of people you don't bother," she said with an eyeroll. Typical Troy to think he was a heaven-sent gift to girls.

And with cruel irony, Dari Davison happened to choose that moment to walk up to them. Irony, dammit. Lolita hated that. Her entire life was a bit of tragic-dramatic irony.

Keeping her face still and expressionless, she nodded. "That's me."

If Davison wanted to start a row, Lolita wasn't about to let her.