| Let me root, root, root for the home team, if they don't win it's a shame! |
[09 Aug 2009|08:29am] |
[Field in Hogsmeade]
[Morning]
[anyone]
Come on Snidget's, look alive! Brown! No! The Dragon's hoop is the other....BROWN! Sanchenz stop her! No! Lawrence, don't threaten her with you bat!
*sighs, notices the snitch by Cummings head* Cummings! Right there! Stop looking at the other teams keeper, you can flirt later! The snitch, the snitch!
*Cummings looks around, snitch flies off*
*Attractive Mrs. Brown walks over, smiling: You're doing some great stuff with them. They've really improved. Back to back wins is very impressive.*
Oh...uh...thanks. It's just too bad those are the only wins this season so far. I'm hoping to win another.
*puts hand on his shoulder: You know if you do, I'd like to take you out to dinner to celebrate. I think you need a night of adult fun.*
*gulp* *starts sweating* Oh with you and Mr. Brown...?
*Oh no. Mr. Brown is out of town.*
*nervous laugh* Thanks, but um...with the season coming up I'm really busy.
*Mrs. Brown smiles: Rain check then. With the season coming up you must get pretty tense. I give great massages and Mr. Brown is out of town a lot.*
*pinches his bum and walks away smirking*
*sigh of relief* Bloody fucking hell. NO! Lawrence, Kessler, your bats are not swords!
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| You know I'm not the little boy that I used to be, I'm all grown up now, baby can't you see |
[28 Jul 2009|08:41pm] |
[Owl]
[Afternoon, backdated to Monday]
[Sinistra]
Dear Aurora,
I'm really sorry to do this, I know we were both looking forward to the date we had scheduled, but, well there's no easy way to say this. Especially for me. I've met someone special. And while we aren't ready to be exclusive, neither of us are comfortable with the other going on a date. I like you and the time I've spent with you was wonderful, but as much as I have tried to ignore my feelings for this woman, and trust me I've tried, I can't. I care for her and she isn't comfortable with it. And as much as it pains me to say it, I can't do this if she isn't comfortable. I hope this makes since to you. Since it doesn't make sense to me. I hope we can still be friends, I do really like you.
Sincerely,
Roger Davies
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| Aint no particular sign I'm more compatible with, I just want your extra time and your...Kiss |
[09 Jul 2009|03:17pm] |
[Daphne's flat to Fields of Heather to Park]
[7pm]
[Anyone, Daphne]
If Roger was going to be honest with himself, he was nervous. It wasn't that she was too beautiful or smart or talented. He had dated extraordinary women before and no one had ever affected him like she had. It was like they just...clicked and he felt completely uneasy about it. Roger had even been tempted to cancel the date, but the idea of not seeing her bothered him more. He felt really silly as he agonized over his outfit, and finally decided on something that he hoped would make him look casually cool.
He stopped quickly at the florist to pick up a single pink mum before apparating to her front door. Roger checked his breath and tossed back a breath mint before knocking on the door.
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| Me give my heart to a woman, not for nothin' never happen, I'll be forever mackin' |
[07 Jul 2009|06:55am] |
[practice field]
[afternoon]
[anyone, Attn: Astoria and Bats]
Practice was almost over and Roger couldn't be more happy to see it end. The coach and been in a mood and that meant more laps, more screaming and pretty much the toughest practice they had had since he had been back. Although he had played well so he was happy with that. Even got a "Nice save Davies" during a scrimage. Not that he needed the compliment he just wanted to keep his mood happy for his date. He couldn't help but be amused that Flint's personal assistant was watching him practice. It was the added benefit asking her out, the possibility that it would annoy Flint. Roger waved to her as he flew his laps, cringing when he suddenly heard his coaches booming voice.
"What the hell is wrong with you Davies?! Are you here to play or are you here to get the women? Twenty more laps for all of you and fifty for you Davies! We've got the season starting soon and you sad lot are acting like this is bloody school quidditch! Maybe I should dock all of your pay if that's what you want! Vinyards, women, modeling, writing, school, what the hell is wrong with all of you," Coach shouted. "I'm sorry if being quidditch players is getting in the way of the rest of your life! Now got on those laps!"
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| Take me out to the ballgame, take me out with the crowd |
[06 Jul 2009|12:18am] |
[Little League Quidditch field, Hogsmeade]
[Saturday mid day because my brain died yesterday]
[Anyone, ATTN: Sinistra]
*claps* Good ball handling! That's right Sanchez, pass the ball! No not to Brown, she's the seek--ok Brown you can't be the Chaser now, it's not---No, Cummings, get back to the hoops, you need to guard...*staaaares* No, we pass to our own team!
*throws up his hands* TIMEOUT!
*ref blows the whistle, team flies over*
Good, hustle guys, your passing is great. But I need you to stick with your posts ok?
*Brown groans: But being a seeker is booooring I want to be a chaser, all I get to do is fly around. And I left my glasses at home and now I can't see anything.*
Brown, you don't wear glasses.
*...I could.*
But you don't. Next game you get to be a chaser ok? Don't you want to be like Victor Krum and Harry Potter? They're seekers too you know. So, here's the plan, everyone play the post you were given and afterward, ice cream!
*teams cheers*
Alright! Go SNIDGETS! *team cheers, flies back onto the field*
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| Those cats were fast as lightning, in fact it was a little bit frightning |
[14 Jun 2009|09:59am] |
[Empty field in Hogsmeade]
[Afternoon]
[Anyone, ATTN: Alicia OH IT'S ON! and witnesses]
*sticks small quidditch hoops on either side of the field*
*pulls out wand* Engorgio! *watches them grow* Spinnet you are so going down. I hope you bring your boyfriend so you can cry on his shoulder when you lose like a little girl!
*pulls out broom, mounts it*
*runs through a number of dips, dives and barrel rolls*
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| Risin' up, back on the street, did my time took my chances |
[10 Jun 2009|06:43pm] |
[Diagon Alley]
[evening]
[anyone]
Roger had only been back in London for one day and already he had met with the manager of the Bats, the head of the Healers school and taken a tour of Mungo's. He wasn't really sure how he was going to play quidditch and go to school, but he hoped he was up to the challenge. Especially now that he would be starting for the Bats. Something he was both excited about and dreaded. He imagined it would only be a matter of time before Flint found out, but the eighteen months he spent in Switzerland had done wonders for not only his game, but also his confidence. He was ready to take Flint on. So much was running through his mind, he knew the only thing to do was go for a run. He needed to get ready for the season, so it was a win, win, situation. He left his small, box filled flat and slowly jogged into Diagon Alley. So much had changed his run soon turned to a brisk walk as he took in all the new shops and clubs that seemed to have sprung up in his absence.
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| What I am is what I am, are you what you are oh what |
[09 Jun 2009|05:32pm] |
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