Midterm is over? Dang... on Quidditch Pitch

Paul Tarwater

April 21, 2007 12:47 AM

Midterm is over? Dang... by Paul Tarwater

Midterm was over. Paul had a nice time without Cissy to bother him, but now she was back. The second she came back, Paul found himself smacked in the face by her. It wasn't as bad as what she could do to him with magic though, so Paul was content with it. There was a small bruise on his cheekbone, sure, but it wasn't horrible. Paul expected a lot more, but Paul saw that the girl was tired and worn. Certainly angry, but not towards him. Paul wondered what was wrong, but had a feeling if he asked the rage would be turned back on him. And Paul wasn't one to want that at all. Not without protection spells, enough of them to protect a passice-aggressive hemophiliac boy with bad immune system and a brutal sister.

With his dark robes on, with the crisp chilled-wind on the Pitch, Paul pulled his ratty, handed down broom off from below him on the stands. His bat with it. Paul's wand was twisted into the rung of his black pants, made to hold still there so not to fall while flying. A charm his mother taught him last summer, of course. Paul picked it fairly quickly. His mother said he was a smart boy, that he should be doing extremely well in his classes.
But Paul wasn't one to care about grades. He barely tried in classes, once in a while skipping. Other times falling asleep. During the partner things, Paul sometimes payed enough attention to raise his and the other person's grade a smidge, but mainly Paul wasn't a worrier.

He fiured if his grades were bad enough, he could get kicked out. Then Paul could find work to help support the family while dad moved from job to job.
Actually, from what his parents' letters told him, his family was actually doing a bit better than usual. Which was weird, since he'd also been told that dad had gotten an even worse job than before. Paul had a feeling the Tarwaters doing better had a tad to do with Cissy's newest anger. Should he have went back home, just to not miss out on any new information. Hm... info that he could learn over summer, or no Cissy? Yeah... he could handle not knowing something for a little. Paul wasn't that nosy a person when it came to his familiy's affairs. He actually hated nosy people.

Paul pressed back his black hair (which needed a cut) and the wind whipped it back to normal. Paul rolled his eyes and just mounted his broom, trying to ignore his overgrown hair. Bat in hand, Paul kicked off and flew off alone in the air above the Quidditch Pitch. Paul pulled his wand out and Charmed a few of the larger rocks to hurl themselves at him while he hit them.
It started out slow, as Paul hit a few rocks away, and they started to come back. Then he sped it up, refusing to acknowledge the fact if one cut into him he wouldn't stop bleeding and would have to stop to pause the bleeding for a second.

A large rock came Paul's way and he hit it down, hard. It came back up with the same force, and cut across Paul's cheek. A small cut, but it was safer for Paul to stop. He always had to pause during Quidditch games as well. It was no different.
So Paul stopped the stones, and dropped to the ground of the Pitch. He pulled off his robe and pressed it to his cheek as he fumbled again through his belt loop to get the wand. After a second or two he got it and placed allowed the blood to pause, as if frozen. Something father made him practise when he heard Paul played Quidditch.
Footsteps made their way towards the wintery pale boy, and Paul looked up at whomever was comig. "Hey," he muttered casually.

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Elly Eriksson

April 23, 2007 8:50 AM

Suicidal tendencies by Elly Eriksson

Elly’s focus last term had been exploring. That actually hadn’t gone down too well, so it was just as well she had an excuse for a new focus this term: Quidditch. Having been allocated the position of Seeker, Elly was determined not to let her team down. But let’s face it – she wasn’t brilliant. She couldn’t practise at home, firstly because she didn’t have a garden, secondly because she didn’t have a broom, and thirdly because she lived in an entirely Muggle area. Therefore she was determined to fit in as much practise at school as was humanly possible.

Having stopped at the broom shed first to borrow a new-ish looking Comet, Elly headed towards the pitch. She wasn’t sure how she would practise on her own without using a real Snitch (but she was pretty sure that Coach Fox would kill her if she did that), but she hadn’t been able to find Meredith to ask for her help. Besides, she could always just work on her flying for now.

As she got to the pitch, Elly noticed she wasn’t alone. What caught her interest though was the way this other person had managed to get stuff to fly at them. Maybe they could teach her to do something similar with golf balls or something, so she could practise catching without dropping.

Elly walked over to the figure, who had landed by now, and muttered something as they looked up. Elly stopped walking as she recognised his face. Paul Tarwater equalled not good. Not only was he on the Aladren team, so very unlikely to help her anyway, he also seemed to hate her. Realising it was too late to pretend she hadn’t seen him, Elly swallowed and thought she may as well make an effort to be nice.

“Hi,” she said, not quite managing a smile. “Er…” Elly tried desperately to think of something else to say. “You have a good midterm?” She cringed; she should have stopped at ‘hi’.

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Paul

April 24, 2007 5:10 PM

Mine are more homicidal by Paul

Paul turned to the female voice that came out. Still tending to the excess blood on his cheek, Paul raised an eyebrow. Seeing her, especially on the Pitch, reminded him of the faint scars on his stomach. The area that they were located at seemed to throb for a second as he remembered his sisters anger towards this girl being let out on him. He probably wouldn't even had a scar if Cissy hadn't met Elly that day. He would just be there to practice the curse on, not to let out frustrations on.

And then, much to Paul's anger, the girl made a fool of herself further in Care of Magical Creatures, giving a light brag about Pecari being the best. In the same room as Cissy. That was the reason, Paul remembered at that time and now, Cissy disliked the girl. Paul snapped and gave her exactly what he thought about Pecari and its members.
Though at that time, she seemed to take it as a personal attack towards herself (which he did add some attacks to her but mostly to the whole stereotype in general) and broke down to cry, not even trying to guard Pecari and furthering making a fool of herself.

Paul was sure he would have said more at that time, but instead his cuts opened and Paul left with the statement Cissy made.

Paul turned his eyes away from Elly, muttering a small 'hello' before picking up the old and frayed Beater's bat from the ground along with the old Cleepsweep sixty from his father. Why was she asking about his Midterm when it was clear that he really didn't like her. At all. You don't just say your house is best, not listen to a word someone says about why thats something stupid to say, cry to get pity from said person's "cruel" words, and then ask them how their Midterm was months later. Did she even realize how idiotic the whole thing was. Paul would have been fine if she hadn't said a word to him and ignored him as he would have done with her.

"Fine," he mentioned simply, bored. "You?" Not that Paul cared in the least, and his tone of voice suggested that. He just wanted to please her enough to shut up and do her own thing. Rather than bother him.

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Elly

April 25, 2007 11:32 AM

You know, I had guessed. by Elly

Well Paul didn’t look too thrilled to see her there, but Elly wasn’t over the moon to see him either, so it was fair. He did surprise her though, by instead of telling her to go away, or just ignoring her completely, he actually replied to her stupid midterm question. Not only that, but he returned the question to her. Perhaps he had just been having a bad day before? Or maybe he, like her, was just making an effort to be nice. It made sense, in Elly’s mind at least, that they should at least try to get along. They had to share classes for another five years after this one, and the classes weren’t that big so it wasn’t likely that they could avoid each other forever, even if they tried. In fact, this instance was testament to that theory, so Elly decided to answer.

“It was good thanks,” she said. Looking back up, Elly noticed that Paul had cut his cheek. It would be usual for her to ask an injured person if they were okay or needed any help. Paul seemed to be fine, though, and Elly guessed he wouldn’t want her help, anyway, so she didn’t say anything. That left an awkward stretching pause, with each of them holding their brooms and not saying anything. After a moment, Elly decided that her relationship with Paul probably couldn’t get much worse, so there wasn’t much harm in just asking him about the charm.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to interrupt your practise,” she said. “It’s just that, well that charm you were using. To make the stuff fly at you. Could you teach – " she stopped. Maybe that was asking too much after all. “I mean, where can I find out about that?” she asked. She stood her ground while waiting for his reply. If he didn’t want to tell her then that was fair enough, they were on opposing teams. Elly would just leave him to his practise and work on her flying instead, as was her original intention. But there was the slim chance that he might help her out… wasn’t there?

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Paul

April 27, 2007 4:51 AM

I think anyone would have by Paul

Paul thanked Merlin for the silence after Elly had answered. It was exactly what he had been hoping for as he began to walk away and she spoke again. Dang, and she asked about the Charm. Well, Paul had about enough of being in the same breathing space as the stuck-up girl, so Paul walked back to the bench where his bag was. He set the broom and bat down as he fished through his bag for the book.

With a deep sigh, Paul mussed his black hair and turned back to Elly. The book was the Helpful Charms for Home Living, which had the spell he'd used on the rocks in it. The book wasn't marked at that page though, instead his bent up Charms homework marked a page in the far back. When he was close enough, he chucked the book of charms at the girl, partly hoping it would hit her in the face and she couldn't say anything about it. "It's in there, look for it ad teach yourself. Just put it in the library when you're done."

And Paul was done with the few words between them. The book was interesting, and Paul wasn't quite done with his experiments in it, but it was no big loss. There were thousands of better books in there. The essay wasn't huge either. It was graded well and the boy cared nothing for grades he recieved. Most of them ended up forgotten in a book somewhere in the Library anyway. Paul walked back to where he'd left his broom and bat. Except he wasn't walking back this time.

Picking up his wand, Paul re-charmed the stones to fly up. He was fine with sharing the Pitch with someone he disliked. The Pitch was huge, hopefully she wouldn't want to talk anymore. After placing a bandage on his cheek, Paul mounted his hand-me-down broom with his rayed hand-me-down bat and kicked off to hit the stones around again. His cheek was fine for now, he just didn't want to get dirt in it that may mess up the spell to stop heavy blood flow. Paul was able risk more cuts or practice, though.

Maybe Elly would even get in the way of a stray stone.

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Elly

April 27, 2007 4:00 PM

You're probably right. by Elly

Paul turned back towards his bag and for a moment Elly thought he was going to pack up and leave without saying anything. He didn’t though, instead pulling out a book from his bag and heading back over. Rather than just passing the book, though, Paul saw fit to fling it at Elly. Not having expected it, Elly flinched and instinctively flung her hands in front of her face to shield herself. It was lucky she did, because the book came into contact with them only a moment later. She grabbed at it as it began to fall and just about managed to keep hold of the back cover and a few later pages, preventing the book from hitting the ground.

“It’s in there, look for it and teach yourself,” Paul said before turning away again. “Just put it in the library when you’re done.”

“Thanks!” Elly called at his retreating back, and there was only a hint of sarcasm because although he had just flung a book at her head, he didn’t have to help her at all, but he had.

Elly hadn’t brought her bag down with her so, tucking the book firmly under one arm, she flew a little unsteadily to the furthest goal hoop and deposited the book there. She’d collect it once she’d practised her manoeuvring skills, and then take it back to her commons and have a go at the spell.

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