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Post by Luke Taylor on Dec 10, 2008 23:31:31 GMT
It was true that Luke was a pureblood, and a pretty useless one at that since he had hardly been around the school for the last few months but still, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy some of the things the muggles had managed to get right like basketball. Ok, so a few months was probably wrong, it was more like a year but he was back and hoping to get back into the swing of things pretty quickly.
Since he had no classes that day, his sister was probably with Joe like she usually was and all the old friends he used to have had disappeared a long time ago, at around the same time he had, perhaps it was time for a new start. To be fair, that revelation had probably been a long time coming but, since he had just managed to free up a day to do whatever he wanted in, he could wait for a while before seeing who else was around.
Passing the muggle sports gym, he couldn't resist the temptation of going in and seeing if he still had what it took when it came to the sport he loved. Sure, he loved quidditch more but basketball was still one of his favourite muggle sports and the guy had missed playing it a lot.
Having first been into the gym a few years ago, he wasn't really surprised to see that it hadn't changed a bit. It was one of those places that people simply seemed to forget about unfortunately but at least he hadn't. Grabbing a basketrball from a shelf at the side of the gym, he started shooting a few hoops. It took a few tries for him to get used to it again but he soon found that he could still do it. Even so, he continued trying anyway, not sure whether anyone else would feel the need to use the gym that day or not.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Dec 10, 2008 23:45:13 GMT
Gross. Sunshine.
It was one of those winter days where the air was crisp, but the sun was, unfortunately, shining. Citrine's day was ruined. Due to the weather changes, she was dressing differently, often deciding against shoes, and wearing thin black dresses, in order to better experience the cold winter air. She wore striped socks up just an inch past her knees, a dress stopping at another inch or two higher, and a black, floppy hat covering half her face. Her red hair was down and pushed to the back where it ended mid-bottom. Her sleeves were long, and fell off the sides of her shoulders.
The school was buzzing once more, which meant less solitude. On a day like this, the gardens, the lawns, and the forest weren't options. The music room's drum set had been dragged out from some dusty closet, which therefore meant less silence and more... well, you get the idea. The kitchens were only empty once every hour, and the library staff simply prevented relaxation. To resort to a place like the Muggle Sports Gym was an act of desperation, and Citrine was shamelessly desperate. However, it was a good idea seeing as how the muggle sports weren't exactly popular to her fellow students. In fact, sports in general just took too much effort.
So she found a place behind the dusty old bleachers, enjoying the sounds of an empty gym. The lights were dimmed and the heater was on, but she pulled her hat lower and found a comfortable spot strewn out amongst metal bars. Arms crossed, she began to slip into meditation mode, until she heard something quite startling: the sound of a basketball being bounced.
"What the..." she whispered to herself. Turning to face the court itself, Citrine peeped from one of the spaces between steps. There was an older looking boy, a Hufflepuff, shooting hoops alone in the middle of the court. She squinted her eyes, trying to recognize the face. Though, the deed was quite impossible with so many students coming and going. Her school seldom ceased to surprise her.
Slithering through the space she peeped through, Citrine made little to no noise, eyes still focused on the boy. If he noticed her, it would have seemed that she appeared there, or had been sitting in the bleachers all along, the boy oblivious to her presence. She placed both hands folded on her lap, sat straight up, and watched, motionless. |
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Post by Luke Taylor on Dec 13, 2008 1:36:09 GMT
If there was one thing that could be said about muggles it was that they definitely knew what they were talking about when it came to sports. Quidditch was awesome but Luke couldn't help loving most of the muggle ones as well. Since he hadn't even grown up around muggles he wasn't quite sure where this love of sports came from but he couldn't help it. Some people might look down on him for it even more than they did for being a Hufflepuff but he really couldn't care less what anyone else thought. Sports, expecially basketball, kept him busy and were a great way of keeping fit so those two reasons alone were good enough for him to continue.
That didn't mean that things were ever easy though. Sure, people often gave him a hard time for it but that was their problem, not his. Sometimes it seemed like sports played a bigger part in his life than magic did but that was just how he was and he wasn't going to change for anyone.
After shooting a couple more baskets, Luke grabbed a towel from the rack and was about to sit down when his gaze fell on someone sat completely still. It seemed that they had been watching him but hadn't bothered to say a word. Having been too focused on getting used to the game again, Luke had been completely oblivious to the fact that he was no longer alone. He wasn't even sure how long he had been there himself actually so he had no hope of knowing how long the Slytherin girl had been there.
Wait, a Slytherin girl in a muggle sports gym? There was definitely something wrong with that picture. Either she had completely lost her mind or she really was desperate to get away from someone or something. He had no idea what was going on though so he didn't know the answer to that question. "You don't have to sit up there alone you know," he offered, not sure what the girl would say or do if he did anything other than that. Some of the Slytherins around seemed to want any chance to hex someone that they could get so he really didn't want to provoke her, just in case she was one of those people.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Dec 16, 2008 2:48:24 GMT
Citrine sat still, unsure of her next move, when the boy stopped. As he sat down with a towel, she could smell the sweat from his pores, and the smell of what flowed inside him. Usually when someone's heart was pumping, it was easier for her to smell their blood. In this case, the smell was mouth watering. He was clean, fresh, young, fit: perfect. But even considering an attack wasn't an option. Not for Citrine. Even with Lucifer's potential influence.
She smiled when he acknowledged her. Honestly, she was hoping to have gone unnoticed, but now that he wasn't distracted by his little, er, love of the game, she was helpless. So she thought a moment about what to say next. He was a few rows in front of her, and she smiled, hands folded atop her legs, back straight, wondering what to do.
"I don't?" She asked simply. "Well, where do you propose I sit, kind gentleman?" Sometimes she spoke as if she were from another era... well, she was, wasn't she?
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