Noah Ogilvy hadn't gotten into a fight. In fact, the last real anguish he'd been in was being forced to watch Troy strut around in a bathrobe. Honestly, after trying to have a conversation with his roommate about girls of all things? Ankle pain didn't sound quite so bad. Not that he didn't believe Thatcher had a legitimate reason to be frustrated.
He just couldn't relate.
"OY OY OY OY OY!" Noah shouted, not caring that it was 5 'oy's instead of his normal multiple of three rule. Eh, until about a moment later when he mumbled 'oy' and landed his broom.
"Don't hurt the equipment, Hale, you might need it later," he stated with a smirk, running a hand through his hair and raising an eyebrow.
"Oy," Thatcher added with a nod, wondering where the sixth one went. But a grin spread as he saw lips mouth out something rather oy-ish, and he knew his friend would be good to go.
Feeling a little better from the fact that he now had someone to join him, Thatcher let out a sigh and went to retrieve his broom. "Might not if my ankle doesn't find some way to fix itself," he mumbled in return as he picked it up and attempted to lift-off again. Really, What Would Harry Potter Do, eh? Fly one-footed, of course. So he'd do it, too!
"Sorry, just..," he started to explain as he lifted unsteadily from the ground, "...foot and all. Hard to do anything, really."
One 'oy' would have been perfectly acceptable, but Noah Ogilvy was particularly shocked an appalled by Thatcher's display. This wasn't because Quidditch was his world, as it was to someone like Troy Frogley, but because he was a bit obsessive about proper broom care. During Quidditch matches and... often practices, he could manage to ignore what happened to his broom, but when just out and about flying? The minute he nicked a hoop he was rushing up to his dorm... there was that whole fear of accio-ing broom polish, and oh bloody hell was he really going to think about all this again
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"Absolutely not," Thatcher replied proudly. "Place is so bloody packed with blokes and birds this week that I told Pomfrey to not even bother. Besides, I'd likely have to share space with tossers like Jeremy Pitt.. not my cup of tea."
Oh yes, Thatcher was a tough man. If not for the fact that there were no birds nearby to impress, he'd have flexed a muscle or something. Painfully flexed, that is, because anything too much would have hurt terribly bad
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He just couldn't relate.
"OY OY OY OY OY!" Noah shouted, not caring that it was 5 'oy's instead of his normal multiple of three rule. Eh, until about a moment later when he mumbled 'oy' and landed his broom.
"Don't hurt the equipment, Hale, you might need it later," he stated with a smirk, running a hand through his hair and raising an eyebrow.
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Feeling a little better from the fact that he now had someone to join him, Thatcher let out a sigh and went to retrieve his broom. "Might not if my ankle doesn't find some way to fix itself," he mumbled in return as he picked it up and attempted to lift-off again. Really, What Would Harry Potter Do, eh? Fly one-footed, of course. So he'd do it, too!
"Sorry, just..," he started to explain as he lifted unsteadily from the ground, "...foot and all. Hard to do anything, really."
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Oh yes, Thatcher was a tough man. If not for the fact that there were no birds nearby to impress, he'd have flexed a muscle or something. Painfully flexed, that is, because anything too much would have hurt terribly bad ( ... )
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