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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 23, 2009 21:59:54 GMT
*Smiles, perking up a bit*
Ms. Bell-
*Gestures to herself dramatically*
-is now the new Flying Lessons Professor and overseer of all things Quidditch at our beloved alumni.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 23, 2009 22:24:55 GMT
*Gasps, his eyes widening*
That is awesome! I'm so jealous!
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 23, 2009 22:27:09 GMT
*Snickers, leaning back in the chair*
Who wouldn't be?
*Pulls a [semi]mock-annoyed expression*
But this also means I have to deal with Slytherin practices as well...
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 25, 2009 19:47:04 GMT
*Smirks*
Yea but it means you can be deliciously unfair...when Snape's not breathing down your neck that is...
*Takes a gulp of the coffee*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 25, 2009 20:13:45 GMT
*Shudders*
Merlin, I hope he knows I'm not going to favor them just because he's Headmaster. If he doesn't, he's going to find out pretty quickly.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 26, 2009 19:25:39 GMT
*Frowns slightly*
Just don't go and piss him off... He can be...
*Sighs remembering seeing him at Azkaban at his Initiation*
He's just not a very nice person...
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 26, 2009 22:51:24 GMT
*Eyes widen, the temptation to thump the back of his head grows strongly*
I'm not going to go out of my way to mess with him! Merlin, he still hates me for botching up that potion in my 4th year-
*Scoffs*
-the git. How am I supposed to focus when he's glaring at me as if I already messed up? Although...now that I think of it...that was after we beat Slytherin in a close match.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 27, 2009 13:52:58 GMT
*Grins, remembering the match in question*
We were an awesome team...
*Sighs remembering the old days*
Sometimes I wish we were all just back at school. Things were simpler then, even if everyone did think I was completely deranged. It was better than having a contract on my head.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 27, 2009 14:39:50 GMT
We were pretty awesome, weren't we?
*Grins*
At times I wish we were back at school, but then I remember Peeves, Snape and-
*Narrows eyes, drawling*
-Umbridge.
We didn't think you were deranged! You just had issues.
*Winks*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 27, 2009 20:38:28 GMT
*Laughs, raising his eyebrows*
Issues? I've never heard it called that before...
*Looks down at his coffee cup, swirling around the remaining dark brown liquid*
Hell yeah! Best Quidditch team the school's ever had, apart from maybe when my dad was on the team... although that's still debatable.
Umbridge was just jealous because we were so much younger and hotter than her.
*Grins, sticking out his tongue*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 27, 2009 21:29:25 GMT
*Raises one eyebrow, laughing*
Merlin's younger and hotter than that old hag!
*Blinks, mock gagging*
And you thought people thought you were deranged...
*Suddenly reaches for his coffee cup, pulling it out of his hands. Before he can say anything, she downs the rest of the brown liquid, setting it down on the table with a smirk*
Would you like anything to drink, mate?
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 27, 2009 22:00:42 GMT
*Glares at her as she grabs his coffee*
Oi! What was that for? I was drinking that!
*Huffs, leaning back in his chair*
Nah, I should probably be getting off soon... Madam Puddifoot might have turned spy by now...
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 30, 2009 20:52:52 GMT
*walks in with a feeling of utmost depression*
*remembers the last time she was in here*
*plops down into a seat*
*orders tea and twirls her hair, feeling uninterested*
*sips gloomily*
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Post by Oliver Wood on Sept 30, 2009 21:01:56 GMT
**Oliver walks into the tea shop tired, and a little cranky. He glances around searching for a table that is out of the way, somewhere no one will notice him.*
**Seats himself at a table tucked away in a corner of the shop, and waits a little impatiently for someone to come and take his order. Quietly he drums his fingers on the table top, glancing around at some of the patrons.**
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 30, 2009 21:10:38 GMT
*turns her head as someone walks into the shop*
*is mildly interested to see a somewhat familiar face, then notices that he must be that Quidditch player, although she wasn't really that interested in sports and such, she was a journalist...*
*sighs and sees that he doesn't look to happy himself*
*stands and carries a coffee over to his table*
*says shyly*
Hello, well, it seems that we're both in the same unhappy mood. Mind if I join you?
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