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Week Name/Date/Time: A Cloud on the Horizon/ Friday, October 20th, 2006 / 10:27am
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Phillip (Sorry Jackie! No loose bludgers are hitting you!)
Currently Involving: Saffron and Phillip
Things had been particularly upsetting in the last month or so, and even more so in the last two weeks. Saffron's emotions had been running high because of this, and after floundering around for a day or two (while entertaining one's self with new found Hufflepuff fifth years), she finally decided she needed something to take her stress out on. It was easy to conclude she would be hitting things, and where was there a better place to do that than on the Quidditch Pitch?
Hovering about thirty meters off the ground, Saffron's eyes darted around the pitch anxiously. She was wielding a bat, and she was obviously on the look out for bludgers. Four of them, in fact. One came shooting her way; she smashed it away, watching in delight as it zoomed all the way across the pitch. This was rather lovely for taking her stresses out, and Saffron wondered rather idly why she was a chaser instead of a beater. Granted she wasn't as strong as some of the Gryffindor beaters, but she could hold her own on a pitch, that was for sure.
Another bludger zoomed her, and it too got smacked away. She thought idly of Zomial as it zoomed away, smiling to herself. "Oh!" she said rather suddenly, realizing how therapeutic this could possibly be. When yet another bludger locked onto her, she pictured her ex-lovers curly hair and dark face, and SMASH. She opened her eyes (just then realizing that she had closed them) and looked for the bludger. It was gone. She looked down, certain that she couldn't have broken it but checking anyway. Well, there was nothing there, so she looked up again, only to see a faint spec flying back into the pitch.
Saffron was so surprised by her own strength that she didn't even have the coordination to hit the next bludger. Instead she just ducked, blinked a few times, and hit the bludger when it came back. Perhaps beater was her calling. For a split second, she eyed the trunk on the ground; she felt suddenly as though the quaffle was upset for being betrayed. Really! she thought to herself, I'm not replacing you with the bat!. As if hammering a few more bludgers around might convince the quaffle of this, she hit all four as they came at her, thinking of first Phillip, then Garier, then her Mother, and finally finishing with home-run shot as she thought of Zomial. Well! If only she was constantly angry with nearly everyone in her life - she would make a tremendous beater!
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Phillip (Sorry Jackie! No loose bludgers are hitting you!)
Currently Involving: Saffron and Phillip
Things had been particularly upsetting in the last month or so, and even more so in the last two weeks. Saffron's emotions had been running high because of this, and after floundering around for a day or two (while entertaining one's self with new found Hufflepuff fifth years), she finally decided she needed something to take her stress out on. It was easy to conclude she would be hitting things, and where was there a better place to do that than on the Quidditch Pitch?
Hovering about thirty meters off the ground, Saffron's eyes darted around the pitch anxiously. She was wielding a bat, and she was obviously on the look out for bludgers. Four of them, in fact. One came shooting her way; she smashed it away, watching in delight as it zoomed all the way across the pitch. This was rather lovely for taking her stresses out, and Saffron wondered rather idly why she was a chaser instead of a beater. Granted she wasn't as strong as some of the Gryffindor beaters, but she could hold her own on a pitch, that was for sure.
Another bludger zoomed her, and it too got smacked away. She thought idly of Zomial as it zoomed away, smiling to herself. "Oh!" she said rather suddenly, realizing how therapeutic this could possibly be. When yet another bludger locked onto her, she pictured her ex-lovers curly hair and dark face, and SMASH. She opened her eyes (just then realizing that she had closed them) and looked for the bludger. It was gone. She looked down, certain that she couldn't have broken it but checking anyway. Well, there was nothing there, so she looked up again, only to see a faint spec flying back into the pitch.
Saffron was so surprised by her own strength that she didn't even have the coordination to hit the next bludger. Instead she just ducked, blinked a few times, and hit the bludger when it came back. Perhaps beater was her calling. For a split second, she eyed the trunk on the ground; she felt suddenly as though the quaffle was upset for being betrayed. Really! she thought to herself, I'm not replacing you with the bat!. As if hammering a few more bludgers around might convince the quaffle of this, she hit all four as they came at her, thinking of first Phillip, then Garier, then her Mother, and finally finishing with home-run shot as she thought of Zomial. Well! If only she was constantly angry with nearly everyone in her life - she would make a tremendous beater!