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Week of April 13-19, 1987Easter Holiday: On CampusGryffindor vs. Hufflepuff:March 15
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Feb 22 12 10:54 PM
Scarlett Briar Little Miss UnafraidEmma Briar Primadonna Girl
Shane was not above enjoying a bit of coddling from Lindsay Ward-Darling. When he’d made the offer it wasn’t because he wanted a bit of sympathy, but he wasn’t opposed to it when she asked about his injury and said she hadn’t seen what happened. That was probably best anyway; it was not an example of some of his better flying.
“Is it bad? I don't want to make it worse,”
“Naw, it’ll be fine, just needs a bit of a push to get it going.” The dark haired boy assured her, once she started poking at him, though it was tight; he let the smaller girl tug at the joint and even grunted out a note of approval when she started to loosen up the muscles with her fingers.
He listened, while she chatted and worked for a few minutes. Their little interlude didn’t seem much like they were just biding time until they went back out on the pitch; it was more like the end of a match, none of that stomach knotting nervousness that he’d usually have been fighting with. Without that adrenaline rush though, Shane knew that he’d be off his game. This start and stop wasn’t doing him any favors.
“I'm going to soak it for your when the match is over. Don't let me forget, It really helps, and it smells nice.”
“As opposed to how I usually smell, yeah?” Shane laughed, he’d known what she meant and he wouldn’t dream of teasing her (too badly), not before they went back out on the pitch and with her tendency to hang onto things inside her head long after they should be forgotten. She worked on him until the soreness eased and he nodded to her questions, ready to turn and return the favor but the girl was already off on some other way to improve him and his game. Which had her turning back to the refreshment table.
“I know you might not want to, but you really should, Shane. I'll peel you an orange,”
She immediately went about her task to peel him a piece of fruit and Shane was left to follow her and pluck the orange out of her hand once she’d started about her work so he could take a bite out of it like he would an apple (thanks to her nimble fingers clearing away those gross bits). He chewed and grinned.
“Thanks, Linds. ” The boy said before he put his hand on her shoulder, and starting to press his thumb along the muscle there as promised, no matter how sorry his state she though he was in was.
“How much longer are they going to keep us cooped up, you think?”
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Feb 23 12 10:39 AM
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Feb 23 12 10:58 AM
Max Westbrook Hufflepuff 1986 Book Binder and Tinkerer Believe in Possibility
Highly Strung
Once in the locker room, Max sank onto a bench in a miserable sulk. This match was just unbelievable. He was mostly introspective, berating himself for being so stupid, so he wasn’t paying much attention to his teammates. Sioni’s voice nearby got his attention, and he looked up, startled, at his compliment. The captain was proud of him? Even though he made a wrong goal? Well. Max was so sure that everyone would be angry with him and shun him and just hate him, but… maybe they weren’t all that fussed.
Sure, the general atmosphere wasn’t great, but it wasn’t as hopeless as he had anticipated in his sulky mood. In fact, Sioni’s speech was quite heartening, and Max actually felt loads better after hearing his conviction. Not amazing—the mistake was still in the back of his mind—but it wasn’t an all-consuming angst like it could have been. He decided that he was going to get a sandwich. There were people stretching all over, so he had to weave his way in between the arms and legs that were flung out into his path. Once the sandwich was in his hand, he realized that he was starving, so after scarfing that one down, he had another. And another. Andddd another one after that.
With a full stomach, he wound his way back to his place on the bench, almost getting whacked in the face by a rogue elbow. The rest of the team had the right idea. His muscles were completely stiff. He did some twisty stretches and some shoulder rolls, but his problem was mostly all along his back, from sitting hunched over his broom for so long. It felt like he would be stuck like that forever if he didn’t get it all unkinked immediately. Still seated on the bench, he bent over backward and arched his spine up into a back bend.
Oh, yes. That was it. He could feel all of his back muscles extending and stretching and unwinding from the tight coils they had tightened into during the first part of he match. Ohhh. He kind of wanted to kick up into a handstand and stretch his legs out, too, but he figured that wasn’t a good plan in such close quarters. He’d probably kick someone in the face, and then they really would never forgive him. Regretfully, he pulled back up the normal way and watched the rest of his teammates finish up the stretching and refueling.
“Hopefully not much longer,” he said, in response to Shane’s question. “I’d rather just get back out there and finish up than sit around in here…” At least once the match was over, he’d know whether to celebrate or be disappointed. No, that was not the way to think. The captain was right. They were Hufflepuffs. They would be celebrating. But… he’d rather like to get on with it. Max didn’t like this waiting around.
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Not Getting Any Younger
Food. There was food. And drink! And a chance to sit down, not on a broom. Skrumpkin swept past the table, gathering up three sandwiches, a glass of pumpkin juice and an apple before anyone else had got close. Settling down on a bench he started eating. There is appoint when you eat for hunger. There is a point where you eat for comfort. And there is a point, if you are a somewhat hefty Keeper in an endless nightmare of a Quidditch match where you eat from desperation. There were people talking and moving around him, But Skrumpkin was less aware of them than he had been out on the pitch. There was food, and that required his full attention.
He’d just finished the third sandwich and was thinking about looking for some sausage rolls when the Boss came and hunkered down.
“Grand job. Any other Keeper would have missed twice as much in the fog. Just hang in there, Skrump, and help me win this one. Hang in there, mate.”
“Q.E.D.,” Said Skrumpkin softly as his captain got up to talk to the other players. He stayed curled up in a ball against the locker doors for a minute, enjoying the warm feeling he got from Sioni’s words.
But there were sausages with his name on it, he felt sure, so standing and stretching out tired knees, he began hunting.
He was beginning to feel, if not exactly like a new Skrumpkin, at least like a refurbished used mode when Sioni started his little spirit raiser speech.
“Skrumpkin? None shall pass.”
“Huzza!” Said Skrumpkin. “Ding-dong and all the rest.” He found a cookie someone had over looked and started munching. He’d survived so far, and was beginning to think he could keep it up for another four hours if need be. “None shall pass,” He said softly. “You got it, Boss.”
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Sabrina wasn’t ready for Alexander, but she was proud of herself for still having enough poise to see him like this and not panic. She was determined not to panic in any case, and especially not when she saw him in Hogsmeade, but it wasn’t going to be easy. She halfway thought it would be a good idea to have Esperanza come along for moral support, but you did have old friends with you when you declared undying love to someone.
Not usually, anyway.
“So, Alexander, how is your term going? And Trent? I hope you are able to help him out from time to time, now that I’ve moved on to other things?” Of course, it wasn’t like Alexander didn’t know what those other things were. And he probably knew that Espa knew, so the whole pretense of not being lovers was recognized by everybody present, but Sabrina wanted to demonstrate that she could play the pureblood game as well as the next girl. And as the next girl was Espa, that was saying something.
“Do you still go into Hogsmeade for the free weekends?” She asked as casually as possible. “ I know some seventh years don't always bother. You were so generous to me that time over lunch.” There. That should be enough of a clue to make sure he’d be at the Three Broomsticks at noon. “My, it all seems so long ago now. I remember speculating about the upstairs private dining rooms.” She hoped that wasn’t too obvious. But then, who was listening? Only Espa, and it was her idea in the first place.
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Feb 24 12 9:58 AM
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Sioni was standing at the door of the changing room, looking out at the pitch as the torches flared into life. From where he stood it was like looking out into a great bowl of cotton wool, a swirling mass of lights and shadows. He was about to go back to talk to the team when he heard Hooch’s whistle. With one hand on the door frame, he shouted back to the team.
“All right Badgers! This is it. We can do four more hours easy, like. And four more after that. Let’s see if the Gryffindors can do as well, shall we? Line up! Let’s go! Back to work!”
He stepped out into the stadium, a silhouette against the glow, his shadow twitching and writhing behind him as he walked out toward the middle of the pitch, following the sound of the whistle. The torch light lessened the gloom, but in its place the pattern of shadows cast by the moving players were like an added team of ghosts, the generations of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, Gryffindors and Slytherins who had played their hearts out in years gone by. This was going to be crazier that ever.
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He set the orange down so that he could work her muscles along her shoulders with both hands; Shane had never felt like being a beater was in his blood, he’d never been able to get behind taking a jab at someone from that far away. No, Shane much preferred the showy position of Chaser, and occasionally being called for cobbing when someone took an elbow just a little too literally.
But he couldn’t help but notice that Lindsay’s shoulder was tense, a little like she was carrying all of the last four hours on that one side, so Shane decided to give it the attention she’d given his. Which was warming the muscle and kneading it into submission. He couldn’t imagine that she’d be holding up for another four hours if it didn’t get some attention, he’d been distracted trying to figure out the correct amount of pressure to have the muscle relax when he heard her groan and he smiled. He may not have been an expert, but it seemed that Lindsay didn’t mind.
“Feels good right?” He laughed when she apologized, that was funnier than the moan in his opinion. And so he worked, continuing down her arm when Max was answering his question about how long they’d be stuck in the locker room. Chomping at the bit to get back on their brooms.
“I’d rather just get back out there and finish up than sit around in here…”
“Tell me about it.” Shane ran his hand up along Lindsay’s neck, catching and rubbing the corded rope of muscle from the base of her skull as he helped her stretch it to the side, pressing his thumb just under her hair line. Though he paused when Sioni was telling them it was time to get back on the pitch, he would have let go of his own accord, and had planned on it before he was removed bodily by Shay and had to step back and away from Lindsay before they were both knocked over by a bounding and bouncing seeker.
He tried to look over at Lindsay to tell her that he thought she’d been good to go and to thank her also for loosening him up. But Shay was dancing around with her arms up in the air, which had his eyebrows lifting with surprise.
"Hear that? Game's on again....We're gonna win, we're gonna win,"
The boy had no idea what had gotten into her, but it was a little contagious; that crazy energy. He barely had time to scoop up his broom at the door as she tugged him along, Shane looking back over his shoulder at Lindsay with a worried look as he was taken away and she was told to hurry.
Shane was already laughing again at Shay though as they ventured back out into the fog, it was no less thick than the last time they’d been on the pitch, it still was going to be hell to play in.
“Okay! Okay! Save some of that energy for the snitch!” Shane squeezed her hand before letting go, looking back at Max and T.J.
“Alright, Guys. Our passing game is shite today. But we’ll step it up, if we can see each other, plan on passing the quaffle, if you have a Gryffindor on you. Let us know, we’ll play tighter we need to get this won so we can celebrate, yeah?
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“They only way I’ll be wanting back in here is if it lasts another four hours, and I end up starving to death and fainting off my broom in hunger,” he said. Technically, that was possible, but he was hoping that wouldn’t be the case. He wasn’t sure how long he could last out there. Or in here… This waiting was ridiculous. His knees were bouncing up and down in agitation, and he was off the bench like a shot when Sioni reported that the match was starting up again.
“Yeah, we are!” he said, following Shanley and Shane out onto the pitch. He nodded at Shane’s advice, but it was kind of going in one ear and out the other. Mounting his broom, his eyes were on the Quaffle. Once Madam Hooch’s whistle sounded, he kicked off and was back in the air. He was delighted to find that the fog had dissipated enough for him to see his fellow chasers. They were back in formation, and they were going to kick some major arse. His excitement level was rising as the scores got closer together, and Hufflepuff actually took the lead once!
At first, he didn’t notice that Shane had been hit—not until Max looked over to pass to him and he wasn’t there. Ohhhhhhhh nooooooooo. This was not good. He landed with the others, hopeful that Pomfrey could just patch him up, but when she shook her head and took him away, his insides started to feel all weird and flippy. He was sure that when he glanced over at TJ, his panic was written all over his face in bold, brightly coloured ink, clear for all the Gryffindors to see. How could they win without Shane? If it wasn’t bad enough that they only had two Chasers now, they were missing their best Chaser…
"Okay, Max. You're going to have to keep up with me."
“Okay,” he said. “You have a plan?” Because he had no plan. He had nothing. Except a bad case of the shaky, sweaty hands… which would most likely lead to a terrible case of the dropsies. He really needed her to have a plan. “Please have a plan…”
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