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[hargreaves_b]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Minister Maladies' / Sunday, 20 February 2006 / 3:28 PM.
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Andi
Currently Involving: Hargreaves

There were those rare occasions where Hargreaves Beckett's completely pale, white face actually did have a bit of colour in it. One was anger, when just his forehead would redden, but showing true

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[andi_white]

((OOC: I'm going to assume my request to be on the Quidditch team will be approved.))

Andi was one of those people blessed with skin that wasn't often affected by its environment. She already had a pinkish complexion, enforced with red hair, so even if she did blush it didn't really show. This didn't mean much to Andi, of course, because she never really was one to blush at all. Sometimes her lips get redder in the cold, but that's about the closest she gets to it.

She was seated in the common room, leafing through the pages of her very worn copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. She'd had it since the age of 5, even before she'd ever even played the sport. Sure, it was covered in doodles and notes, and was falling apart, but she couldn't bear to part with it nonetheless. Having grown up around males most of her life, she naturally developed an interest in the sport.

However, it wasn't until her 5th year that she decided to actually try for the team. She'd been addicted ever since.

[hargreaves_b]

((OOC: Yeah, you're basically on the team, I'd say. There's open spots :P ))

Still with a wide grin on his face, Hargreaves strolled in and caught a glimpse of his teammate Andi sitting and reading. He smiled politely and brushed his hair a bit out of his face, walking over to where she was seated. If only to show off his post-flying look.

"You really should go out flying, it's brilliant on the pitch now," Hargreaves commented kindly. Well, Quidditch brought out the best of him. After the rush wore off, he'd most likely go back to being mean and catty. "Just great!"

[andi_white]

Andi heard Hargreaves approaching, as she sat. She turned to see who it was, as he came near, and had to do a double take. Was she seeing things, or was that Hargreaves, with a big grin on his face? Once he was closer, she could see that it was in fact her fellow housemate. She noticed a pink tone in his skin, and could immediately see he had been flying.

She leaned back, so she could face him better before replying. She was the kind of person who liked to keep eye contact when talking to a person. She closed the book, and raised her eyebrows. "Is it? Merlin, it seems like I haven't been out in forever," she thought out loud. Part of her was wondering why he was being so pleasant, while the other wanted to take it as earnest kindness. Well, as kind as any Slytherin gets.

[hargreaves_b]

It was Quidditch that evoked the sincere grin. A grin he usually only got from the satisfaction of making fun of someone when they didn't even realize it, or condescending an innocent brainless Gryffindor with Hanna Kensington, or calling people names with his cousin Tatiana. Now, however, he was silly with grinning over simply flying for the first time in what seemed like years.

"We haven't had a practice in a while, so I've just been flying by myself, trying to stay sharp. I dunno if Wes is busy with NEWT studying or not, or if it's weather, but it's become more of an independent practice, you know?" Hargreaves sighed happily, setting his broom against a couch. "It's freezing out, and windy, but it's good for resistance building. Heavy training, I say."