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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Daily Grind' / Sept 4th, 2006 / 6:04 PM
Location: The Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Celeste
Currently Involving: Dylan
( Flying high. )
Location: The Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Celeste
Currently Involving: Dylan
( Flying high. )
With her broom in slung across her back shoulder blades and her arms draped over either end of it, Celeste made her way to the pitch. She loved to play quidditch, she loved to fly, what else was there to do on a night like tonight? Sure, Celeste could be inside eating some dinner and enjoying spending time with her friends but she could do that anytime - it was time to fly.
Celeste wasn't even in the pitch yet and there was already someone leaving. Did she smell or something? Perhaps she had forgotten to brush her teeth this morning. Licking her arm and then smelling it, she shook her and then tried to casually lean over and smell under her arm. Both smelled perfectly fine like they should: minty and like strawberries.
Celeste just kept walking though until she was about 30 feet into the pitch and made one swift movement and was air-born. "Race me," she called down to Dylan once she was hovering above him and started to go in a corkscrew upwards.
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Dylan watched as the figure took off into the air, and it took him a moment to recognize her. He considered just heading back to the school, but he'd never been able to turn down a challenge. Hopping back on his broom and taking off into the air, he brushed his hair out of his eyes and sped towards her figure.
"Oi," he said when he was close enough for her to hear him, "how was your summer, then?" And then he flattened himself against his broom and accelerated, attempting to out run her before she could answer.
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Celeste simply rolled her eyes at his question. "Your quidditch playing better not be as boring as your questions," she said as she sped off, laughing. She hadn't bothered to answer his question seeing as how her summer was just as boring as his was probably.
Looping around the goal posts and then fumbling to pull her wand out from between her pants and undies, Celeste Accio-ed the bludger and her bat out. "You Slytherin are going down this year," she shouted over to Dylan playfully, as her bludger bat came soaring across the quidditch pitch to her along with the bludger roaming freely around the pitch now.
A resounding crack through the air, and the bludger was headed in Dylan's path. Why not spruce it up a bit more than playing just cat and mouse?
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He decided it must be because, as a Keeper, he was used to diving for the ball, not getting out of its way. Yeah, that was it.
"Oh, it's on now," he said, not really angry. He should be, of course. If this were on the ground and someone had hit him in the head with something, he'd have had his wand out in a heartbeat. But Quidditch was different. In the air, he didn't get mad over things like this, because this was what was supposed to happen. This was just the way the game was played, and Dylan loved Quidditch, even the getting-hit-in-the-head part.
That didn't mean he wasn't going to even the odds up a bit, of course.
He Summoned the second bat to himself and used it to it the bludger toward Celeste. "How's that for boring?" he called, flying off in the other direction without waiting to see if his bludger found its mark.
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"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?" Celeste yelled over to him, worried that maybe he had a concussion or she broke him somehow. She didn't want to play anymore if he wasn't going to be alright!
Celeste watched as another bludger bat came whizzing out and the bludger was suddenly flying towards her! CJ was used to playing with the bludger though so dodging it and then racing off towards Dylan wasn't a problem for her. "You're a git, you know that Mason?"
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He flew to the end of the pitch and through one of the hoops before circling back around.
"Want to play chicken?" he called, and without waiting for an answer, began to dive towards the ground.
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"You're insane," Celeste yelled, as she almost pulled up but decided that a couple more feet couldn't hurt. CJ usually would love to play a trick or game that wreaked havoc, but not at the expense of one's health! Diving into the ground was plain stupidity but... well, she couldn't not participate at this rate!
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He rolled over the top of his broom, somersaulting onto the ground. He felt a few bruises start to form before he'd even really lost his momentum, and by the time he landed, he was sure that he'd sprained something at the very least.
"Ow," he said weakly as he sat up, checking himself over. "I'm a bit mental, I admit," he added to Celeste. "Not that that's a bad thing." He was rather proud of his crazy competitive streak.
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"It is a bad thing when you run off and hurt yourself, you loon," CJ said as she looked him over to make sure there wasn't anything seriously wrong. Bruises weren't too bad but CJ had to make sure he'd be able to play quidditch this season so she could cream him and the rest of his Slytherin posse. "Don't ever do that again unless you have a death wish," Celeste said, playfully hitting Dylan.
"Any chance you'll be doing that in a quidditch match?" she teased, knowing full well that if he ever did that in a quidditch match Snape would seriously reconsider him being on the team.
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"What about you? Got any crazy schemes planned?" He knew, of course, that if she did, she wouldn't tell him, but the little imaginary birdies hadn't quit flying about his head just yet, and the filter between his brain and his mouth was sort of...well, gone.
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"Trust me when I say you'd be the last person to know if I did." Yes, keep the competition wondering. Plus, if Tom knew that Celeste was even on the same pitch, practicing with 'the enemy' he'd have her head, nevermind if she was off talking about the plays he'd come up with over the summer.
"Are you going to be okay?" Celeste asked as she kneeled down at his side, looking him up and down. He seemed to be alright but ... why would he still be down there if he was alright? Wouldn't Dylan be back up on his broom, flying?
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He picked up his broom and tried to knock the dirt off of it, but realized about ten seconds in that he needed his wand to do the job properly. He glanced back up at Celeste and tried not to grin stupidly. "I like your hair," he said finally. Okay, fine, so she was the enemy--in more ways than one--and he really shouldn't be flirting, but he couldn't help it. Dylan liked to flirt, and Celeste was as good a target as any for it. Besides, her hair was rather fetching, all wind-swept and shiny.
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Celeste was about to ask Dylan something but froze when he said that he liked her hair. She'd never been complimented for it before. Hell! If anything, people were always telling her to wash it every hour on the hour and brush it a couple times a day as well. "Thanks," she mumbled as she turned to grab her broom too and started to turn a bright red, only hoping that Dylan wouldn't catch the blushing.
She didn't know what to say now. Things were awkward and ... wait. Where were her manners?! People who complimented others liked to be complimented in return right? CJ finally remembered and muttered, "I like your fly." She hadn't even realized what she was saying until it had actually left her mouth and even then, it wasn't what she had intended to say.
"ING! I like your flying," Celeste motioned from his broom to him a couple times before blushing an even darker shade of pinkish-red. What in bloody hell was happening to her?! She'd flirted with guys before, what was the problem now????
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"Oh, lighten up, Paddock," Dylan said, resorting to addressing her by her last name, partly to reassure her that there hadn't been any actual feelings behind the flirting, and partly to reassure himself. She wasn't even on his radar. She couldn't be. Dylan's radar consisted only of purebloods, thank you very much. Though...after this summer, he wasn't sure any of them would have him.
So okay, maybe Celeste was on his radar. But he wasn't going to let her know that.
"Are you coming up here, or not?"
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