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[tom_paddock]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Traitors in the Mist' / Sunday, March 5th, 2006 / 5:35pm
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Troy - and possibly Noah? <-- basically Claw Quidditch XD
Currently Involving: Tom

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[frogleygoof]

People who basically sucked at the game? Like their TEAM CAPTAIN DAVISON? Well. That was just Troy's cocky, jealous opinion. Or maybe he wouldn't be able to take anyone who hated his Lolita seriously. Perhaps.

However, seeing as Troy spent far too much time on the pitch, he was already there waiting for the younger Paddock. He sat on his broom high above the pitch, seeing him appear like a small speck on the ground. Troy snickered to himself. Ah, this was too good to pass up.

In a flash, he seemed to bullet down to the ground, zipping behind Tom and giving him a good, manly, comradery shove. Letting out a cheery, happy laugh, he soared back up into the air above Tom. "TOM PADDOCK. GET IN THE AIR, YOU WEE GIRL!" he yelled back.

[noah_ogilvy]

Noah had already spent time on his broom earlier in the afternoon, but he'd been distracted by an injured Thatcher and had barely gotten anything of importance done. Then again, it was ridiculously difficult to practise as keeper by one's self anyway. When he heard Troy and Tom were out and about, he hastily threw his practise gear back on and sort of... meandered (yes like a stream or... river or some other body of water) toward the pitch.

"Oh, and you've got room to talk, Frogley? Don't make me tell the kid about your estrogen levels, it's far too shocking," Noah called out to Troy as he watched the two interact, shaking his head and hovering only a few feet off the ground.

This time he wasn't attempting to spin around three times or... clap his hands until he felt comfortable. He simply took his time lifting upward toward the hoops, eying the two blokes with interest.

He'd probably not be of much help, but... eh. If Troy wanted to launch a few quaffles Noah's way, he'd be willing to pretend to miss them now and again. Har.

[tom_paddock]

Tom certainly didn't need any more encouragement to get into the air, and he within seconds he was already mounted and soaring towards Troy. But then he saw Naoh as well and couldn't help but smile and laugh at his comments.

"Maybe that's why I don't see any chest hair...or facial hair," Tom joked with a snicker at the end. He was only poking fun at Troy, and it actually felt good to be out on the pitch having fun and not beating James up for once.

"You guys ready to play some real quidditch now that Dari's gone?"

[frogleygoof]

Troy soared on his broom up above the pitch, laughing out loud and shooting a smirk at Noah. "Any girlishness I have I get from having to live with you. And your housewife-ish-ness, Noah," he yelled back. His brown eyes narrowed at the fifth year teammate of his, "Paddock, I'd be worried if you were TRYING to see my chest hair. And it's there. OH IS IT THERE!" he cockily joked. "Ask Noah. He checks it out on occasion."

He beamed with pride at hearing what the younger bloke had to say, immediately flying over to him and punching him lightly and good-naturedly in the shoulder. "THAT'S A CHAP, THAT IS!" he laughed. Oh, if anyone knew Troy's bad feelings for the girl, it was Tom and Noah. "Gone? Where's she gone to? Off with that lazy-eyed lapdog of hers? Tom, I just ate, please don't mention those two. I'd rather not lose my lunch."