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[dylan_mason]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Daily Grind' / Sept 4th, 2006 / 6:04 PM
Location: The Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Celeste
Currently Involving: Dylan

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[celeste_paddock]

((OOC: Would you mind changing the date? CJ's already at dinner by now because of the sorting ceremony

[dylan_mason]

((OOC: Oh, piddle. Yeah, I'll change it. Sorry! My brain died for a minute or something.))

Dylan watched as the figure took off into the air, and it took him a moment to recognize her. He considered just heading back to the school, but he'd never been able to turn down a challenge. Hopping back on his broom and taking off into the air, he brushed his hair out of his eyes and sped towards her figure.

"Oi," he said when he was close enough for her to hear him, "how was your summer, then?" And then he flattened himself against his broom and accelerated, attempting to out run her before she could answer.

[celeste_paddock]

((OOC: No sweat, that's been happening to me a lot lately too XP))

Celeste simply rolled her eyes at his question. "Your quidditch playing better not be as boring as your questions," she said as she sped off, laughing. She hadn't bothered to answer his question seeing as how her summer was just as boring as his was probably.

Looping around the goal posts and then fumbling to pull her wand out from between her pants and undies, Celeste Accio-ed the bludger and her bat out. "You Slytherin are going down this year," she shouted over to Dylan playfully, as her bludger bat came soaring across the quidditch pitch to her along with the bludger roaming freely around the pitch now.

A resounding crack through the air, and the bludger was headed in Dylan's path. Why not spruce it up a bit more than playing just cat and mouse?

[dylan_mason]

The first word that came to Dylan's mind as the bludger flew toward him was, "Fuck." The second and third, which came much later than the first, were, "that" and "bitch." Then the bludger hit him on the side of the head, and everything went dark for a moment. When he came around only a few seconds later, he was headed towards the ground. Thankfully, he had the presence of mind to straighten himself up and head skyward again. He immediately began to try and come up with explanations for this--his reactions were usually much quicker than that. Did it have anything to do with...well, with this summer? No, he reasoned, because he'd apparently always been...well, he'd always been, so finding out wouldn't have anything to do with that, unless maybe it was psychological?

He decided it must be because, as a Keeper, he was used to diving for the ball, not getting out of its way. Yeah, that was it