02 September -- Morning

[miss_charlie_c]

Bloody fucking hell!

A Firebolt. Dad sent me a Firebolt. I knew he was damn proud of my making Captain, but... a Firefuckingbolt!

Just when I was ready to write them off as completely useless, the Cavendishes go and do this.

Off to fly my bollocks off. You know... if I actually had bollocks. Just an expression. That I think I only now invented.

Comments

[dimitri_val]

I'm afraid, my darling Miss Cavendish, that it takes more than a firebolt to beat the Slytherin team.

*rather accurate picture of a charming Dimitri winking roguishly*

Are you ready for the challenge?

[miss_charlie_c]

You think that a handsome face and a charming wink is going to distract me? I scoff in your general direction, mate! But, to be sure, let's have none of that winking business on the pitch -- yeah? No flirtatious grins, either.

I'm more than ready for the challenge. I absolutely crave challenges. The question is, love, are YOU and that Snake-ish lot ready for me? My skills on the aforementioned Firebolt are far greater than you realise.

If you have on boots, now is a good time to start shaking in them.

[dimitri_val]

I'm afraid, Charlie my dear, that though your skills may be great on a broom, it takes more than a captain to carry a team. (And I promise nothing on the flirting on pitch situation--all's fair in love and quidditch, right? ;) )

Thankfully, I'm confident of my team's abilities to carry themselves. And I make it a point to never wear boots. I find them tacky.

I look forward to seeing your beautiful face guarding the opposite end at the next Hufflepuff/Slytherin game...it's a pity that it will look so devastated after we beat you. My prior condolences--I'll remember to bring a box of chocolates and flowers to repair the damage.

[miss_charlie_c]

I had a feeling you'd respond with something like that regarding the Quidditch situation. Very well, then. It will just make a game I love even more enjoyable, eh?

Don't be so quick to write off my team, Dimitri darling. We're loads more imposing than we look... part of the Master Plan. ;)

Handsome AND such a gentleman, with the flowers and chocolates and the compliments. Naturally, those gifts you're bringing me will be congratulatory presents after we win. I'll even share with you in your hour of defeat, the nice girl that I am.

Pity about those boots. I imagine you'd look rather fit in boots.