Getting some business out of the way on Quidditch Pitch

Philemon Papp

February 05, 2006 2:05 AM

Getting some business out of the way by Philemon Papp

Philemon's feet arched carefully over the evenly cut grass, his heels leaving no sign of their touch on the crisp blades. The Quidditch Pitch showed a marked change from its state of six months earlier: gone was the dust, the mud, the thigh high drifts of snow, the near lake of then melted snow: all that remained were the four house's towers, the quidditch hoops, and the gaze-long stretch of green that was the field. The pitch was, for once, completely empty of students, the raucous rushing of brooms, and calls for a medic.

It was in due anticipation of the last item that Philemon had come in search for the new Quidditch instructor: Nell Feran.

The year prior had had more than its fair share of damaged students, although fairly, the large majority of the injuries were sustained during the many nefarious weather changes. Still though, quidditch had spawned some injuries of its own, and Philemon had decided that his second year would be a year that showed experience. He had even outlined his own lesson plans: not for a class or whichever, because he was certainly no teacher, but the plans outlined a set itinerary for the school year. He had decided to spend his idle hours more usefully: in research, in developement, and in providing assistance to the rest of the faculty in their more physical activities.

Which explained his current hunting down of the quidditch instructor. Philemon wished to offer his presence during lessons, to tend to on field injuries. He squinted skywards, hazel eyes shielded by a slightly freckled hand. Unable to rely on his sight alone, he called out a slightly hoarse:

"Coach Feran? Nell?"\n\n

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Amy Fox

February 14, 2006 3:38 PM

What kind of business exactly? by Amy Fox

The Quidditch Pitch was a decent size and in relatively good shape. Although it has been four years since she herself had graduated from school, the three years she spent playing professional Quidditch had definitely changed her perception and tastes on pitches. This pitch in particular, although not up to professional standards, was one of the bigger she had seen. She was slightly placated by the fact that she didn't have to work with the ankle-biters on a dingy field. Slightly.

Having only arrived at Sonora the night prior, at the end of dinner no less, Amy had had little chance to see the pitch by the light of day. The grass seemed to be thick enough, adding that extra bouce to the flyer's step when pushing off the ground.

Unable to fly since her recent banishment from the league, Amy had quickly unpacked her broom, intent on flying once more. She had been in the air for a good half-hour, practicing dives and remembering the basic steps of flying. Lessons would be beginning soon, to her horror.

Hearing something that vaguely resembled a voice behind her, Amy pulled short in her dive and looked around. It took her a moment, but she soon spotted the source of the noise. A source that she assumed was a fellow professor. "What?" she yelled, her voice echoing on the empty stands that encased her into the pitch.

Flying over, she verifed the fact that the person was indeed a professor and, further more, a male one at that.
"Sorry pal, but I think ya got the wrong person. You looking for the old Quidditch Coach?" Amy stated, pulling close to the ground and landing agilely on her feet. "She's gone. Who're you?" She asked, giving him the once over and arching her eyebrow with amusement. \n\n

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Phil Papp

February 17, 2006 8:59 PM

You know, business of the business variety by Phil Papp

The turnover rate for staff members appeared to follow the same pattern as last year's weather: sporadic and sudden. This woman was certainly not Nell Feran. Philemon had never seen her before, and might have been concerned had it not been for the I'm supposed to be here, but certainly not you air about her. Nevertheless, he found himself slightly discomfitted by her manner.

He always was easily intimidated by forthright women. "Philemon Papp, the school's mediwizard," he supplied. "I came to offer my presence during the flying lessons. Not to help teach, of course," he hurriedly added. "Just to be on hand to take care of injuries."

Belatedly, it occurred to him that he might want to know the name of the person he was addressing. "You referred to Coach Feran as 'old'- are you her replacement then? I hadn't even realized she had gone."\n\n

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Amy Fox

February 20, 2006 3:30 PM

Guess so by Amy Fox

Amy's brow launched into her hairline the moment she heard his name. Philemon? Was he serious? What kind of a parent would name their kid Philemon? She, personally, thought that Amelia was bad enough, but Philemon was scores worse.

"Hi Phil," she responded, after a moment of shocked silence. "Amy Fox. Nice to meet ya." She lifted her hand in the air, fully intent on shaking his hand and showing just how strong she was. She was bound and determined to be the dominant personality in any conversation.

Stifling a yawn, she listened as he slightly rambled on, wondering if he was as unsure of himself as he seemed to be. "Yeah, I'm the new Quidditch slash Flying Coach person. What's-her-name is gone. Don't really know the particulars but I do know that they asked me to take over. I think they're rather nutters honestly," she added with a airy laugh.

"So uh," she started dumbly. "Uh...hmmm," she continued. "Oh yeah, ya wanted to know if ya could "help" during the flying lessons. I really don' see the need in it; the ank- I mean, children should know that there are some dangers when flying and should suck it up but whatever. If ya want to- uh- hang out and baby the kids by fixin' their little booboos then yeah. Do it," she ended with a shrug. "Flying and Quidditch is dangerous though and if they can't bear to get a few cuts and bruises then they shouldn't be doin' it. But, like I said, if ya want to, then by all means, come and baby them."\n\n

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Melanie Rose

February 22, 2006 10:04 PM

Flying, Falling, Getting Hurt, look at me now Pop! by Melanie Rose

Melanie Rose made her way to the quidditch field. Her reasoning was to check it out before it was crowded with students. The sunlight hit her back making her robe warm up. She was glad she had put it in her bag. Needless to say she and sunlight weren't friends nor did she want to be friends with something that would ruin her morning.

She walked onto the field hoping to be the only person on the bright green grass. Her hopes fell as she seen what looked a man and a kid talking. Atleast she was the only one with a hood on. Melanie just walked around the fields edge just to stay clear of the two as they talked.
"It's rude to interrupt." She mimicked one of her old teachers when she was out of ear shot of the two unknown conversationalists. She continued walking around the field mainly just do see if she'd be yelled at or something.\n\n

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