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Post by joe on Mar 23, 2011 17:38:15 GMT -5
Splat.Splat!Splat!!Thick, wet drops of rain began to thump into the dirt around Joe as the Gryffindor stood in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. The overcast sky had began to darken, but he didn't mind. A little challenge never hurt anything...did it? Securing his hair out of his face with a scarlet skullcap, the boy let go of the struggling snitch in his hand, watching the little golden ball flutter its silvery wings before disappearing out of sight. Joe sighed and mounted his Nimbus 1500, the magical object vibrating gently at his touch. He grunted and kicked off, jetting into the sky, the smile on his face fading as a boom of thunder drowned out the sound of the wind in his ears.
Rain came down harder now, and Joe had some difficulty catching the golden twinkle out of the corner of his eye. Once, twice, three times he managed to snag the snitch, give it a few seconds head start, and zoom after it. The harder the rain came down, the harder it got to see the snitch. Lightning flashed, and Joe flew a little lower, not wanting to be the tallest object around in case the storm got closer. Joe swerved and ducked, practicing moves he had read about in the library. He held onto his broom with one hand and swung his whole body off, swinging back around and landing on it. It made him dizzy, and he took notice of the lack of concentration, but he knew the Sloth Grip Roll would come in handy against unsuspected bludgers or other players.
After practicing the Sloth Grip, he practiced his spins, rolls, and dives. Moving his weight to the front or the back of the broom gave him sharper dives and raises, but it also cost him some control of his broom, and knew if someone had decided to smash him with a bludger while he was leaning on the front of his broom to go into a dive, it'd knock his block clean off.
The rain was coming down in thick sheets now, and Joe laughed out loud in hot pursuit of the snitch. The rain was freezing him to his bones, and his soaked robes caused him to slow down a little, but he pressed on, reaching out as far as he could, feeling his fingertips almost close around the little ball once again.
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Post by grace elizabeth davies on Mar 24, 2011 18:53:20 GMT -5
Working on the school journal with Rita Skeeter and Ivan Kendell was quickly turning out to be the highlight of Gracie’s life. That’s saying something, considering this is the girl who can turn, literally, anything into a conspiracy theory or a romantic plot, or a murder story, or, well, anything. Sure, the other two took the whole thing much more seriously than Gracie. After all, they both wanted to parlay this after school activity into careers. Gracie, on the other hand, didn’t consider her future too hard. Sure, she’d love to be a journalist, especially since her revered mother was one, but she didn’t really think about it. For Gracie, the journal was an excuse to hang out with her best friend, and an excuse to talk to other students around the castle and maybe meet some new friends! Rita and Ivan might get a little frustrated with some of Gracie’s more outlandish story suggestions, but the Hufflepuff never noticed.
Gracie loved the Hogwarts Press so much that she didn’t even mind trekking across the grounds in the pouring rain, not if it meant she could get an exclusive interview with Gryffindor’s seeker. Grace had spotted Joe Rosell flying around the pitch from the grounds, and had immediately set out to ask him his thoughts on school quidditch. Unfortunately, Gracie hadn’t prepared properly for the rain. Her robes were soaked, her hair plastered to her head, and her shoes all muddy and squishy by the time she actually reached the pitch. But no matter! Small discomforts didn’t matter when investigative journalism was at hand!
“Joe Rosell!” Gracie shouted over the rain, coming down awfully heavy now. “Do you have a moment to talk to the Hogwarts Press about the upcoming quidditch season? Do you think you’ll be able to beat Ravenclaw? I hear Kyndrick Laurent is putting together a really good team!”
Word count: 312 Tagged: Joe Rosell Notes: (: |
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Post by joe on Mar 25, 2011 10:12:43 GMT -5
Closer...Just a little closer now...As soon as his hand closed around the snitch, a shout from the ground below distracted him and Joe turned to see who it was, and turned back in time just barely to use the Sloth-Grip roll to avoid smashing into one of the goal posts. He hit the brakes and turned around, seeing an older girl in Hufflepuff robes, standing in the middle of a lightning storm shouting to get his attention. He sighed and kicked his broom into action again, zooming towards the girl. He skidded to a stop in the mud and drew his wand, eager to try out a new charm he had excelled at in class. Joe was hardly good at magic, and he loved to use a spell whenever he actually got it. As he drew closer to the girl, he pointed the wand up and said " Protego!" and a sort of invisible bubble drew down around the two, and instantly the sound of the storm and the thudding of the rain became muffled out, and they were both shielded from the storm. "I'm sorry about that," he said with a small shrug, although she was the one who had interrupted him. "I couldn't hear you over the rain, miss. The names Joe," the Gryffindor introduced, squeezing the water out of his hat before using it to slide his shiny black hair back out of his face. He took notice of the journalism equipment in the girls hands, which he was surprised would even work after however much time she had spent calling for him in the rain. "Oh, you must be from the school press. Isn't here and now a strange place to try and get an interview?" Joe asked with a chuckle. He had heard a little bit about the dangers of the school press, especially that it was ran by the dastardly diva Rita Skeeter. Potter had told Joe to be wary of the press, especially if it concerned Quidditch. That part irked Joe about the boy, his obsession with winning and sports seemed to overcome all. Turning his attention back to the girl, he asked her "Would you like to move to somewhere a little better shielded? I'm honestly not sure how long I can keep up this little impromptu umbrella". As if on cue, the shield wavered a little, but didn't fall. Yet. |
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Post by grace elizabeth davies on Apr 3, 2011 18:31:31 GMT -5
Oh my! Gracie gasped in shock and awe as Joe barely managed to avoid colliding with a goal post. That was close! Clearly this Joe was a seeker of epic proportions. Gracie briefly wondered if Saffron Hale knew that Joe was so good, but she shook her head quickly to force the thoughts from her mind. She must be a journalist of integrity! And that meant not thinking about how this information could help her team. At least until she was no longer on the clock! Whenever that was. Truthfully, Gracie wasn’t sure what ‘off the clock’ meant. Her father used it a lot though, so Gracie had added it to her vocabulary. If her dad said it, then it must be smart!
“Wow! What a good idea!” Gracie fought the urge to poke at the protective bubble. It may be invisible, but one could sort of make out where it started thanks to the pouring rain. Entranced, she reached out a hand, but then quickly drew it back. No, Gracie! Focus! “I’m Gracie Davies, and I write for the Hogwarts Press! Well, actually, Rita does most of the writing, and Ivan takes all the pictures. But I write lots, too!” Just not at this very second, because as of right now Gracie’s parchment was a pulpy mess and her quill was horribly soaked. Undeterred, she shoved the entire thing in her pockets and then wiped the excess parchment pieces on her robes. Gracie had a head for gossip, so she was confident that she wouldn’t need the parchment. She’d just have to go find Rita immediately and parrot whatever was said back to her friend.
“I get my interviews whenever I can! That’s the whole point of investigative journalism! You have to be out on the field all the time! Even when it’s a quidditch field! Even when it’s raining. Even when it’s Charms class and Sarah Growthe tells you that if you don’t stop eavesdropping she’s going to hex your ears off. Then you try to read lips while the nurse grows your ears back.” Gracie paused in her tirade to take a deep breath, already distracted by herself. “I’m really good at reading lips now! I could teach you if you want! Er... After our interview of course! I won’t even hex your ears off. I don’t know how!” Gracie smiled charmingly, she was always willing to pass one of her rare and far between skills to another person.
“Uhm, we can move wherever you want. I don’t mind the rain! Do you think it will rain during your match with Ravenclaw? Has anyone checked the weather on that?”
Word count: 442 Tagged: Joe Rosell Notes: Sorry it took so long. <3 |
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