Stephen Baxter

February 11, 2006 6:15 PM
Ash and Sorrel were both acting like girls. It was sad, really. Depressing even, considering Ash was Stephen's roommate, and Sorrel his best friend. Here he was, realising that his friend Ty was hot and all they cared about was what she looked like! Not even bothering to realise the slight contradiction in his thoughts, he continued to rail inwardly about it all as he stomped loudly out of the shared room and down into the commons.

There was a glaring hole on the noticeboard.

There was a second's thought of returning and poking Ash until he got up, or yelling for Sorrel down the girl's corridor, but they were quickly dismissed. He wasn't going to talk to either of them until they admitted that they were being stupid, and it didn't matter what people dressed like. Only girls worried about that kind of thing. Heck, Stephen thought, Ash should be chucked out of the boys dorms and made to live with the other girls!

But that didn't mean that quidditch should be neglected.

Scrabbling around, he managed to locate some parchment and a quill which he quickly scribbled on before tacking it to the board.

Attention Pecari!

Your Quidditch Team needs YOU!

Stick your name and year and the position you want to play here:

Stephen Baxter - Third Year - Keeper


Ash and Sorrel could put their own names on the list this year... even if they were the captains.\n\n
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Elizabeth Lavine

February 12, 2006 12:07 AM
It had been a long sort of day for Liz, and to just escape the scenery of her dorm, she was sitting in the common room reading. Her black hair was tied back loosely in a ponytail, and small gold studs dotted her exposed earlobes. She was dressed casually, but despite her jeans and t-shirt, the changes that had occured over the summer were evident. Liz was slightly taller, but more importantly, she was a 13 year old who had definitely blossomed over the summer months. Javon's slightly worn copy of Quidditch Through the Ages rested in her hands as her light blue eyes perused each page, taking in the complex diagrams that her brother had written in the margins. The New Orleans Hurricanes' plays, he had told her, were hidden throughout his book.

Lizzie yawned, stretching her arms and legs out from her position on one of the common room couches. The first few weeks back at school were the hardest for Liz just because she had fallen into the habit of staying up until early in the morning, and then sleeping late all summer, and now she had to be up early every morning for school. Bummer. She let her book dip slightly out of her view as she looked around the commons. Liz noticed Stephen posting something on the notice board. Curious, she picked up her book and made her way to the board. Upon closer inspection, Lizzie found it was about quidditch!

Finally, she thought to herself, I can't wait to get started with the team.

The thought then occured to her that this was wrong- where was the note from the Captains? Perhaps they were too busy doing whatever it was the two of them got themselves into to take the time to make a poster. Lizzie sighed and gave a small smile to Stephen as she signed the bottom of the notice anyway in a neat script-

Elizabeth Lavine, Third Year, Chaser.

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Stephen

February 12, 2006 6:42 AM
It was almost like magic really. Put up a notice, and then a pretty girl comes over, smiles at you, and puts her name down. Stephen turned up the watts when he smiled back at Lizzy, although that might have also been a subconcious dig at Sorrel. Who was she to think he couldn't like girls who cared how they looked? Stupid girl.

"Hey Liz," he said casually, watching over her shoulder as she put her name and position on the sheet. Chaser, just like last time - hardly unexpected. "Good holidays?" he glanced down at her book. Quidditch Through the Ages, one of those books that seemed highly recommended by everyone in the magical world, although it's popularity seemed to have kept the libraries copy out of his hands to this point.

With that in mind, he reached down and took the copy from her hands, leafing through it absently but noting that there were definite annotations within it. "Cool book," he commented, not even sure if she had answered his earlier enquiry. "Can I borrow?"

Without waiting for an answer, he flopped down on a nearby sofa and started to read.\n\n
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Lizzie

February 12, 2006 11:06 AM
"Good Holidays?" Stephen asked.

"Just fine, thanks. And yours?" she asked before she had the time to react to him slipping the book from her hands, "and, uh, sure. Go ahead."

Putting the quill she had used down on a nearby end table, Lizzie turned around just in time to see Stephen flopping on to a Pecari couch, her brother's book in hand. She walked around and sat in a highbacked chair next to where he had taken up residence, looking over his shoulder as he read. As he was reading through, Lizzie tried explaining the origins of her annotated book, in case the fading Javon Lavine written in clumsy 10 year old script wasn't enough.

"That's my brother's book, actually," she started off, "It's a bit worn 'round the edges, but he's had it for eight years... He plays pro quidditch now, and I was just looking over some of the plays his team's working on. I thought maybe we could try some of them this year for the house team."

With that, she leaned back in her chair, still casually looking about to see if any of the other Pecaris had noticed Stephen's notice. \n\n
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Eduard Grimaud

February 12, 2006 7:26 PM
Eduard Grimaud had seen the older students put a notice up.
He nervously approached the board after the others had sat down, trying not to make eye contact in the quiet common room. It was a sign about the quidditch team.

Quidditch - his favourite game, the one he secretly idolised despite his mother's rantings about responsible embassy behaviour. He thought back to the time when she had caught him flying round the marble halls on the broom his father had purchased without telling 'Maman.' That had caused quite a row, but little by little he had become adept at flying through the narrow corridors and making quick turns. Geeves would throw the balls in the air so that he could practice beating, throwing and catching every day.

The only thing he never had was a team.

Barely able to contain his excitement, he grabbed a quill and wrote his name down, but he stopped when it came to his position. He didn't know what to put. Grim had never played with other people, except the butler. He had no idea what his talent was. The thought crossed his mind that he might be terrible at real Quidditch.

Shrugging his shoulders, the quill shook ever so slightly as he completed:

Eduard Grimaud - first year - will play anything. \n\n
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Celia Andrews

February 14, 2006 12:05 AM
Celia could cut the anticipation with a butter knife. Something majorly exciting was going on, and it had to do with that notice. Being the curious little bumblebee that she was, she raced to see for herself what this all could mean. Reading the sign only caused more confusion...quidditch? Ooy, yet another magic term she didn't know. Thankfully, she caught sight of Grim. He knew all about this stuff, he could explain!

She ran to Grim's side as he signed his name on the notice. On closer inspection, she could see that there were different positions on this Quidditch team. Could it be a type of sport? Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she started to question him.

"Griiiim! What's Quidditch? What do the different positions do? I want to join in!"\n\n
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Eduard Grimaud

February 16, 2006 3:29 AM
It was the happy girl again. This time, she was right next to him. He smiled as she asked 'Griiiim! What's Quidditch? What do the different positions do? I want to join in!" At last, something he knew loads about!

'Well,' he looked down at her, scratching his head. Where to start? 'Its played on a big field.' His inner voice was telling him tu es un idiot, Grim. 'On brooms,' he added, trying not to sound so dumb. 'There are three goal posts at either end, for different points, the aim being to get as many points as possible. Basically there are three positions you can play - Seeker, Beater and Chaser. The chasers try to get the ball off the other team and score goals, the beaters...well they try to beat up the other team by aiming balls at their heads. They also protect our players. And the seeker, there's only one per team, they have to catch the Golden Snitch.'

He wondered if that made any sense to Celia. He looked at her face to gage the reaction. \n\n
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Celia Andrews

February 16, 2006 8:24 PM
It was like a light went on in the back of her mind. All of the sudden, she understood why she was a witch. It was not just a mere coincidence that she was thrust into this magical society. She had a purpose. Her years in softball were not just an activity to play with kids her age and get some exercise. No, it was preparation for this. There was actually a game in existence where the point of a position was to actually aim the ball at the opponent’s head. She was born for this! But wait, he had mentioned brooms…now, based on the fairy tales Mom had read to her as a little kid, witches flew through the sky on brooms. Could it actually be true here? If waterfalls could pour from walls and hedges could move with words, then it couldn’t be too farfetched.

“Now…what do you mean when you say the game is played on brooms?” she asked, while inside her mind, she pleaded to herself, please say they can fly, please say they can fly…\n\n
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