*-- Presumed Alive

[ezekiel patrick greer]

WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ,
" you're not dead yet so live like you could be . "
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Mid-afternoon. A free period for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain to gather his thoughts and scheme obsessively over the up-coming matches. Bundled up fairly well against the cold with a hat on his head and a scarf wound around the collar of his black pea coat the seventh year seemed impervious to the bout of colds that had sprung up in Hogwarts. Even though Ezekiel liked to consider himself rather invincible when it came to things such as the common plague of all schools during the winter time he was sure he would get it eventually.

This year would turn out to be fairly important in terms of sports, it was Ezekiel's last year at Hogwarts before he was jettisoned out into the real world of jobs and finding himself a place to live outside of his mother's sphere of influence. Which might be a bit harder than he imagined considering she seemed to be everywhere all at once. You could say he was both eager and intimidated to begin, to take off by himself and learn to survive. He had done fine thus far, even though this was a school it was also a breeding ground for the Wizarding World's unsavory characters. Social chameleons that hid their true intentions from the world so artfully that you wouldn't know their true goal until they were stabbing you with it.

Broom in hand he stood alone in the Ravenclaw box, staring at the snow-covered ground below him. Blue eyes slowly ascended, taking in the dusty clouds above him, pregnant with the possibility of yet more snow.

" Now is as good a time as any. " Talking more to himself than anything else he paused, hearing what sounded like a shout from somewhere down below.

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[blakeharperphoenix]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

There were three things in the world that Blake would always love; magic ,Quidditch, and fighting. So when you put the three together, it made Blake very, very happy. Though she had only been the new Slytherin beater for a few months now, she was already excelling at it. Why? Because she loved to beat the shit out of anything that she was pissed at. Her way of getting ready was simple. Get as mad as she could and then beat the hell out of the bludger. She just acted like the person she was aiming at was someone who hated her and, tada! She did her job quickly and she did her job good. Lately, the only place Blake could be found was outside. Though it was freezing, she would still be out there, whacking the poor balls until they didn't want to come back. Hey, she was Russian. She could take the cold.

"Stupid school."

[/color] she grunted as she sent a bludger flying towards the goals. "Stupid Slytherins."[/color] Another ball towards the lake. "I. Hate. This. Place."[/color] Four balls went flying in the directions she hit them. Her breathing was uneven as she hovered in the air, staring towards the castle with murder in her eyes. She wished she would've gone to Durmstrang when she had the chance. Of course, it would be the same. People hating Muggle borns, but at least it would be near her home town. She wished that her brother had some magical blood in him so they could cause chaos together, like the Weasley twins she had heard so much about. But no, she was alone. Like always. She was by herself when it came to magic in her family, only her brother and father knew and they didn't mind, but they also treated her like she was weird sometimes and it just sucked. It was all utter rubbish. She was the same sister that had snuck around with her brother six years ago.

She didn't notice the bludger coming towards her as she stared out towards the lake and was instantly reminded of them when she was hit in the knee by the bloody thing. She gasped and let her broom drop so she could land, sitting on her backside and holding her knee. "Damnit."[/color] she snarled to herself, throwing her elbow pads off and laying down in the snow, breathing in and out, trying to steady her breath. The pain in her knee was excrutiating, but she managed to not pass out or cry or do whatever people usually did when they were in mind blazing pain. She rolled her pants up and wasn't surprised to see her knee was swollen already and messed up. She would wait for a moment and try to walk. Might as well just shake it off. She had a game soon and she couldn't be hurt. Hearing the sound of the bludger, Blake took out her wand quickly and pointed it to the bludger. "Finite Incantatem!"[/color] she yelled, watching it blow up. She could've just caught it but seeing as she couldn't stand, she had to blow it up. She would catch the others later.

tag ! ezekiel ! word count ! 5 2 9 ! outfit ! uh Quidditch robes! credit ! justlikefalling @ caution 2.0 ! lyrics ! just my luck , MCFLY ! notes ! none as of now !

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[ezekiel patrick greer]

WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ,
" you're not dead yet so live like you could be . "
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In an almost lazy action Ezekiel drifted closer in an attempt to inspect the situation at hand. What he saw was amusing, a petite blond taking it out on bludger. A slight frown imprinted itself into his mouth as he sunk lower, the cold breeze tunneling its way through his sleeves. 50 feet. 30 feet. 10 feet. The slow descent revealed more and more details as he grew closer--the snow on the ground and the pieces of bludger sprayed across it. Almost looked like frozen blood, Ezekiel thought with a certain morbid amusement gaining precedence as his booted feet slowly touched ground. The crunch of the icy tundra beneath his feet could have caused an avalanche, it seemed so terribly loud.

"Havin' troubles?" His thick brogue betrayed Ireland, Scotland, and England all at once--his tone a vague mocking relish. Had she been seriously injured he may have been more gentlemanly about the situation but as it stood he wasn't really in the mood to be. Upon closer inspection of this particular female he realized it was one of the players for the Slytherin team and an infuriating smirk was slowly becoming a sneer. Well, isn't that just too bad...

"Ye might want to be more careful, this is the Pitch not a playground." He had not really been looking for an altercation this day but it seemed as though he might actually have gotten himself into one unwittingly. Not that he minded overly much, after all he lived for making other people miserable and she seemed to be in some state of distress already.

"Wan' meh t'fix that fer ya?" Gesturing to her knee with the wand he had just removed from his pocket.

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[blakeharperphoenix]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

she attempted to get up, using the goal post as a crutch and quickly hopped along to the next post, panting and blinking heavily. blake hated needing help. with a passion. a big, firey, passion that burned her everytime she had to ask for help. which is why she never did! problem solved, right? wronggg. everyone needed help sometimes... even blake needed it. but she would never go down without a fight. blake let herself fall to her arse again and laid down, puffing and panting. it was hard to grip consiousness at the moment. but before she even recognized his face, she knew someone had come to piss her off. "oh please. like you've never got hurt, arse." she snapped, closing her eyes before sitting up, looking up at him.

"i'm. perfectly. fine." she panted, starting to stand up but realizing this would be harder than she thought. she pulled herself up with her muscular arms and started to hobble but stopped to try to use her right leg. she yelped and took the weight off her right leg, instantly tipping over into the snow. mmm, mouthful of dirty snow that fell through the polluted atmosphere. how... delightful. she groaned and spit the snow out, pushing herself back up with her toned arms. quidditch did wonders on a person's body.

blake quit moving for a moment and let herself rest. she needed help, she might have to admit it for once... but to him?? she was a slytherin! and he was a ravenclaw! the tone in his voice made her want to hit him instead of the bludger. "if you're going to laugh, you might as well leave. i don't need help." she insisted, biting her lip as she sat up. "i already know all about you. you're a jerk and you like other people suffering. well, i'm a bitch. so, unless you want to get the shit beat out of you by a cripple girl, i'd shut your bloody mouth before i shut it for you."

[/i] she tried to make her voice sound sweet, but it was hard to even pretend at the moment. "and i don't use wands to beat the shit out of people." she warned.

tag ! ezekiel ! word count ! 3 7 0 ! outfit ! uh Quidditch robes! credit ! justlikefalling @ caution 2.0 ! lyrics ! just my luck , MCFLY ! notes ! sorry it was short... i'm in a pretty awful mood... !

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[ezekiel patrick greer]

WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ,
" you're not dead yet so live like you could be . "
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Her acidic tone did not appear to disturb him in the least, lips twisted ever so slightly. He was not intimidated by much, especially not an injured girl that snarled like a wolf in a trap. Unfortunately he usually started off conversations with people he didn't know in a less than satisfactory manner and therefore friendships and calm meetings were rarely ever accomplished. Ezekiel would probably end up helping her in the end; almost a bit of a push over in that aspect. A person in need of medical attention should never be ignored unless perhaps it was one of those annoying New Age Death Eaters or a delusional moron claiming to be a Dark Lord.

"Oh aye, Ah've been hurt b'fore however, Ah know 'ow ter heal meself." Watching her attempt to stand and then fall promptly over he shook his head and glanced upward at the heavens as if to ask whatever gods remained to grant him patience.

Cocking his head to one side he considered just leaving her there per her request but that wouldn't be nice, would it? The keeper of the grounds would find her frozen to a Quidditch goal post come morning and then the guilt would forever weigh on his soul. Well, hypothetically anyway. "Oh yes, obviously dinnae need it 'tall. How silly of me." White teeth flash a cynical grin before letting it fade out of existence, listening to what she thought he was with great amusement.

"On wit' the threats, m'goodness. Ah'd have ter be a cripple meself to let a serpent get the best o' me. Come off it, show me where it hurts."

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notes sorry it's short! my brain diedddd D:

[RANDOM EVENTS ?!]

OH NO! WHAT'S THIS?!

The sound of screaming resounds over the pitch as a small group of students flee in their direction, abject terror written all over their faces. Behind them another student is stalking forward, taking their time. You can see that is a male student and at first there seems to be no reason for their terror until you see streaks of blood down his bare arms and a blank stare in his eyes that are a strange luminous green. His attention turns toward you and an inhuman snarl seethes from his mouth as he starts toward you.