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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Minister Maladies' / Saturday, 25th February 2006 / 2:47 PM.
Location: First Floor Corridor, near Quidditch pitch.
Open To: Rae
Currently Involving: Absolute fit stud extraordinaire Troy
Surely giggling while doing very dangerous turns and nose-dives ruined any manliness that came about from death-defying slying technique. Troy Frogley was completely and utterly blind to this. Why, it was all too much fun, after all! Soaring and dipping and bobbing and weaving around the pitch, stopping on a dime one foot above the grass; even he couldn't stifle the boyish giggles and impressed "WHOO!"-s that came out of his mouth. Even at his own flying. Well, that was Troy for you. Cocky jock of cocky jocks everywhere.
He even ignored the frigid, freezing temperatures, bundled up in layers under his muggle track jacket and Ravenclaw scarf. Adrenaline made up for the cold, got his blood pumping, took his mind off of the cold. COLD?! PSH. Troy could play in a bloody blizzard.
Of course, unless some random teacher screamed at him to stay out of the ice storm of weeks past. But that was a minor technicality. He'd ignore that.
With one last holler of victory he dove back down to the ground and jumped off his broom, hitching it over his shoulder and sprinting back to the warm halls of the castle. Hopefully he'd run into someone who would appreciate his "athletic look," something he'd say instead of "bloody hotness, really," which really was only his eyes all wide and looking a bit tired out.
Hey, that worked though, didn't it?
Location: First Floor Corridor, near Quidditch pitch.
Open To: Rae
Currently Involving: Absolute fit stud extraordinaire Troy
Surely giggling while doing very dangerous turns and nose-dives ruined any manliness that came about from death-defying slying technique. Troy Frogley was completely and utterly blind to this. Why, it was all too much fun, after all! Soaring and dipping and bobbing and weaving around the pitch, stopping on a dime one foot above the grass; even he couldn't stifle the boyish giggles and impressed "WHOO!"-s that came out of his mouth. Even at his own flying. Well, that was Troy for you. Cocky jock of cocky jocks everywhere.
He even ignored the frigid, freezing temperatures, bundled up in layers under his muggle track jacket and Ravenclaw scarf. Adrenaline made up for the cold, got his blood pumping, took his mind off of the cold. COLD?! PSH. Troy could play in a bloody blizzard.
Of course, unless some random teacher screamed at him to stay out of the ice storm of weeks past. But that was a minor technicality. He'd ignore that.
With one last holler of victory he dove back down to the ground and jumped off his broom, hitching it over his shoulder and sprinting back to the warm halls of the castle. Hopefully he'd run into someone who would appreciate his "athletic look," something he'd say instead of "bloody hotness, really," which really was only his eyes all wide and looking a bit tired out.
Hey, that worked though, didn't it?