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Feb 09, 2007 22:55

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Traitors in the Mist' / Friday, 10th March 2006 / 2:28 PM.
Location: Pitch
Open To: Thatcher
Currently Involving: Troy

Troy Frogley was feeling bleedin' good about this week. A lovely week, a week to be marked in calendars and such and to be remembered as "I AM HAPPY AND POSITIVE AND FINALLY KARMA HAS STOPPED BEING A BINT" week.

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cthatcherhale February 10 2007, 15:27:31 UTC

It was about time, really. He hated to voice it and sound like a nance, but he'd been wanting to go 'round to pitch with his mate for days now. Yes, Quidditch practice with the other lions was good, but Troy was a much more entertaining partner. He'd never admit it, but he had a few things to let off his chest.

Apparently Frogley had a bit of neccessary, what was that? Chaser practice? Thatcher had given that position a try some years ago, but found that there was just enough brute strength involved with Beater to make it utterly satisfying. Aye, flying about with a big bat, smacking killer bludgers at people? Just his sort of thing.

The second he stepped onto the pitch, he was up, up, and away. "Awful nasty language for a fine young gentleman such as yourself," he called out, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Please tell me that isn't the same mouth you kiss the birds with."

frogleygoof February 11 2007, 02:57:15 UTC

Troy was, by far, THE best Quidditch player in the school. Or so he'd tell himself. But really, was there any competition?

No. And to that, Troy would accio over that scouting letter from the Falcons. Yes. He was dominant. And no, he wouldn't take any challengers. That would be a waste of his supreme Quidditch energy.

"Supreme Quidditch God Among Mere Mortals" flew back to the middle of the pitch, ready to try again, until he saw Thatcher Hale fly up to meet him. He laughed and held the Quaffle under one arm, balancing on his broom quite well.

"I'll have you know I haven't kissed a bird in months," Troy laughed. "So the answer is no, of course not, comrade." He chucked the ball over to Thatcher, nodding in boyish greeting, gesturing towards the hoops.

cthatcherhale February 11 2007, 03:49:32 UTC

Thatcher gasped as he caught the Quaffle and looked at him in disbelief. "...seriously," he asked, shock evident in his tone. "Really, mate, we've got to get you out more. You need more marketability. Surely I can find someone to snog you as to help you there, mate, as I think a snogless existence is something of the devil."

With that, he gripped his broom with his free hand and shot off, staring at the hoops.

"Well, at least there will be millions of ladies once you've hit the big leagues," he added, knowing well that Troy, with his skills, was bound to hit the major circuit once he left Hogwarts. Thatcher was likely to get an offer as well, all things considered, but couldn't go that route. No no, there was a teaching position in his future.

Making an off-hand comment about hoping that the bloke could find it in himself to interfere, he shot the ball off towards the hoops.

frogleygoof February 11 2007, 08:53:00 UTC

Troy peered back at Thatcher, shaking his head a bit, with a look of incredulity. "Seriously, ol' chap. Not one. Since the Hanna Kensington ordeal." He laughed a bit, letting one hand grip his broom again, feeling his balance get a bit shaky. "I'm willing to deal with a snogless existence," he shrugged. "I'm over the whole 'snog the willing.' It's gotta. . .mean something, ya' know ( ... )

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