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Post by Harry Potter on Oct 1, 2009 11:51:11 GMT
*Grins at Katie's words*
The nimbus?
*Winks at Oliver*
It's really gorgeous! I've been bugging her to let me try it out!
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Post by Oliver Wood on Oct 1, 2009 21:23:33 GMT
**Oliver's eyes sparkle with excitement the moment Katie explains where she is going. He glances over to Harry with a big goofy grin plastered to his face.**
"The Firebolt, mate. She's bringin' the Firebolt. I've never seen anything more beautiful, even when you had yours."
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Post by Katie Bell on Oct 2, 2009 2:20:42 GMT
*A few minutes later, Katie apparates with her arms full of three, long, thin objects. Grinning triumphantly, she offers one to both of the wizards, keeping a hold on the third*
Well, Mr. Wood, I'd say this is yet another thing I did right tonight, wouldn't you?
*Is practically bouncing with excitement- it's been so long since they've all been able to fly again together*
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Post by Harry Potter on Oct 2, 2009 9:23:16 GMT
*Takes the Nimbus, his eyes sparkling*
It's like my old broom... only so much better!
*Licks his lips, glancing at the Firebolt*
Although that one's bloody gorgeous too!
*Grins from ear to ear*
Where shall we go then?
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Post by Oliver Wood on Oct 2, 2009 19:27:00 GMT
**The moment Katie returns with an arm full of brooms, Oliver mentally does a little excited jig. The sight of the beautiful Firebolt there in her clutches forms a wide grin on his face.**
*Cheeky.*
"Merlin, Bell, I shoulda given ya more credit."
**Runs his hands over the smooth finish of the Firebolt, staring at it as if her were a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.**
**Snaps his head in the direction of Top Meadow, wishing they could go back to Hogwarts and fly around on the ol' Quidditch Pitch he is so fond of.**
"Since Hogwarts is outta the question, how 'bout we try Top Meadow?"
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Post by Katie Bell on Oct 2, 2009 22:11:13 GMT
*Turns, looking in the same direction as Oliver, also wishing they could go back to the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. She grins, remembering her position at the school as well*
*Blinks, turning to Harry with wide eyes*
Blimey Harry, I think Oliver's made his first brilliant comment today!
*Grins, not implying which statement she's referring to*
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Post by Harry Potter on Oct 3, 2009 18:04:13 GMT
*Grins broadly*
Sounds great to me...
*Holds the Nimbus carefully in his arms as he begins off up the road towards the Top Meadow*
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Post by Oliver Wood on Oct 3, 2009 22:17:05 GMT
**Quirks a brow at Harry as he begins to trudge off to the meadow. Oliver can't wait to hop on the Firebolt in his hands, so he doesn't. He hops on, and shoots past Harry.**
"Meet ya there!"
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Post by Katie Bell on Oct 3, 2009 22:28:05 GMT
*Balks as Oliver suddenly flies off, then wonders why she wasn't expecting something like that anyways*
*She glances at Harry, feeling like a student again, when they used to race before Quidditch practices*
Don't tell me the Seeker's too slow!
*Laughing, she jumps on her own Nimbus and zooms off*
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Post by Harry Potter on Oct 5, 2009 12:00:26 GMT
OI!
*Jumps on the Nimbus, pausing a moment to perve over it, then zooms off after Katie*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 14, 2009 2:34:41 GMT
::Strides gracefully into the Broomsticks, melting snow glistening in his hair, the damp spots appearing black as night.::
::Pulls up to the bar, jingling the coins in his pocket with his fingertips, drumming the others lightly upon the rail. Offering the bartend a cool smile he demands a Firewhiskey, pulling out a gold galleon, and setting it with a chunk sound upon the worn wood of the bar.::
::The snow outside apparently has drawn in quite the gathering of patrons. Theodore surveys the crowd with indifference, more concerned with his drink.::
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Dec 14, 2009 3:36:42 GMT
*Glances around the place from her table, notices a new man sitting at the bar. A man who looks eerily like.. Theodore? Pansy hadn't seen him since graduation.*
*Turns to Anthony, producing her most apologetic smile.*
I'm sorry dear, but will you excuse me? Thank you for the drinks.
*Stands up, adjusts her skirt. Directs her attention toward Theodore and strides forward, approaching him. Places a dainty hand lightly on his right shoulder, dragging it across his back and pulling off on his left shoulder. Sits down at the stool to his left. Flashes a charming smirk.*
If it isn't Mister Nott. I was certain that you had moved off to another country.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 14, 2009 3:47:26 GMT
::Casually he brings the glass of whiskey to his mouth, muscles stiffening the moment he feels someone dragging their finger across his shoulders.::
::Angrily he returns the glass to the bar top, sloshing the amber whiskey over the rim.::
::Snaps bitterly without offering the intruder even a simple glance.::
Jog off...
::Ever so slowly he turns his head toward the female voice, dragging in an annoyed breath, thinking: Parkinson, lovely.::
::Doesn't even look remotely amused, or happy to see the witch, and he turns his attention back to his drink. Theodore obviously isn't in the mood to play catch up.::
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Dec 14, 2009 4:30:42 GMT
*Raises a thin eyebrow at his slamming down the glass.*
Hmm, rather tense.
*Furrows her thin brows, pouting. However, she isn't offended... well, not that offended. Slytherins hadn't been known for their pleasantness. Lifts the remaining finger off of his shoulder sharply, as if he had burned her.*
No need to be brash, Theodore.
*Looks to the bartender.*
Can I get another?
*Smirks, looks back to Theodore, her body now turned toward him. Crosses her legs.*
Can't an old housemate say hello without having her head bitten off?
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 14, 2009 12:49:28 GMT
::Turns his body to face her, a faux expression of excitement written all over his face as he reaches out to take her hands happily.::
I'm so sorry, Pansy. Please forgive me of my rudeness.
How positively smashing to see you, pet.
::The expression has slid off of his face and into one of utter boredom as he turns sharply toward the bar. His lips twist up into a cruel smile.::
And how are Draco's leftovers these days? Still pining after the lad?
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