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Post by angelbymistake on Dec 13, 2009 6:44:00 GMT
 { PULL ME CLOSER TO LOVE , }when all the buildings fall and all of the stars fade , - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Gah!" Immi groaned as she felt her club connect with the a bludger; before it went back soaring into the sky in the same direction it came from. Imogine needed some alone time; and what better way could she spend it than hitting the buggery out of bludgers. Granted brothers were better to hit - but Michael wasn't around. She'd not seen her brother for a good few days, or anyone else around the school for that matter.
Immi, to put it simply was frustrated, for a school with so many people in it, it would be completely impossible for someone to be friendless - right? Well at that moment in time, that was how Imogine felt. Everywhere she seemed to look was yet another person she didn't know, or knew of but had never met. And part of her own bad luck, she was slightly shy when it comes to making new friends.
The familiar whistling sound started getting louder and louder as the bludger started to return back to her. Swinging the bat in her right hand; Imogine connected with the bludger putting all her force and frustration into the hit... While the Bludger was sent rocketing into the sky; so however was her bat. Spinning around; Immi's eyes open wide with shock and horror hoping that she hasn't hit some poor soul on the head.
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Post by kieronsomhairle on Dec 14, 2009 22:06:53 GMT
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,
& your thoughts have taken their toll [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------The boisterous wind lashed at Kieron's face as he wandered the boxes of the Quidditch Pitch with his broomstick in hand. It had been a relatively quiet past couple of days and had been a sufficient amount of time for relaxation. There wouldn't be a match in a while but practice was always welcomed and that was generally what the Gryffindor was here to do aside from getting lost in his thoughts. Usually empty at this time of day he was relatively secure that he could do something or nothing if the mood took him and no one would be here to watch him. Sadly he was about to be proved quite wrong as he mounted his broom, soaring up from the box he felt the cold air nip at his face the dark of an approaching evening just hinted at the edge of the horizon.
The sound of an object barreling through the air at break neck speeds hit Kieron's ears and a split second later he was hanging upside down off his broom in order to escape the murderous bludger. Eyes narrowing he swept the Pitch to locate the source of what could have been a serious head injury and found a girl in the middle of the field with a bat in hand. He flew closer, mouth open as though he might be considering telling her off and having a right strop about the whole affair. Drawing closer he saw that it was a girl, elfin features and long dark hair made him chew on the expletives dying in his throat.
Seconds later the angry red ball came shooting back and Kieron ducked again, "B'cause I'm somewhat gentlemanly I won't point out how you almost killed me." Lounging comfortably on his broomstick he studied her surreptitiously, recognizing her as one of his fellow Gryffindors. With a slight smile and some sense of humor sparking behind his eyes he nonchalantly rubbed the back of his head.
"Are you going to try out for the team this year? I'm Kieron by the way."
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