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[staggeringego]

[ James has been walking around the castle for the better part of the night, sticking up fliers wherever he can find space. All of them feature the same thing, a stock wizard photo James has found of a recreation Quidditch team tossing a Quaffle back and forth as they fly around above the pitch with the large words QUIDDITCH PRACTICE ALL DAY TOMORROW charmed to flash between red and black to get people's attention.

He's still hanging these up by the way, so feel free to bump into him, or tear them down since gosh these things are kind of an eyesore.

For now he's dictating into the journal as well. ]

Well now as much fun as all this secret sharing business has been so far, how about something a bit different? For all you with the constant complaint about being bored meet me out on the front lawn bright and early tomorrow morning. I think I've got just what you need to fix that problem.

Comments

[waterproofed]

I think I like where this is going.

[staggeringego]

I hope that means I can count on you to make an appearance tomorrow.

[waterproofed]

Of course! Even if all I do is watch, at least I won't be bored.

[staggeringego]

True enough! Though there's no harm in getting up on a broomstick for a short while just to test the waters while you're there.

[waterproofed]

Ahhh, yeah. Me being in the air is a bad idea. The only time it's safe for me to do it is if I'm on a pegasus. [or on a flying ship, but that's likely never to come up in Paradisa]

[staggeringego]

Really? And why's that?

[waterproofed]

Because I'm the son of Poseidon. I know Zeus isn't here, but I'd still rather stay on the ground. Just to be sure.

[staggeringego]

[ The gods? ... Ah, well he's heard stranger things here.

Now James is no expert on Greco-Roman mythology but... ]

You know people can still get struck by lightning while on the ground, don't you?

[waterproofed]

I know, but the sky is his territory. I've only been up there in extreme cases of emergency.

[staggeringego]

And you're really not going to bother taking advantage of him not being around for once? Shame.

[waterproofed]

Sorry, there are just some things I don't do.

[staggeringego]

Well there's always time to change your mind between now and then. Not to say you will, of course.

[waterproofed]

Probably won't. But you can always use more spectators, right?

[heirofficium]

[ Sirius is just going to watch over your shoulder for a minute, Prongs ]

Rubbish. Should've used a Puddlemere U snap.

[staggeringego]

Well that all depends if we've got enough for a team in the first place.

[staggeringego]

[ Laughing at that comment. ]

Figured I might use something more on their level, not let them feel so bad when it turns out I'm the only Quidditch player worth his salt around here.

[delincuente]

[Alex is on her way downstairs when she catches sight of the poster. "Practice" isn't really her thing, but James is, so she stops for a moment to watch over his shoulder.]

What the heck's a quidditch?

Dictated.

[lupinotuum]

Well, now I'm not exactly the kind of bloke to be interested in this sort of thing, but I s'pose I'll try to pop down tomorrow morning just to watch, eh?
It'll be entertaining watching you trying to teach.

[staggeringego]

[ Glancing over his shoulder at her and grinning. ]

Best game you'll ever hear of. Stop by tomorrow and I'll explain the rules proper.

Dictated.

[staggeringego]

[ A scoffing sound. ]

Between you and Percy. Really, Moony, getting up on a broom for once won't kill you.

[ In other words COME ON, BUDDY! He needs people to join in! ]

[waterproofed]

Hey, you never know. People might be into it.

Dictated.

[lupinotuum]

[ He just chuckles quietly at him. ]

No thanks. I like my feet planted firmly on the ground, thank you.
I can, however, offer assistance by acting as a referee for you? I'll say you need one.

Action!

[patching_up]

[5, in a meager attempt to not be a burden on people and ask them to carry him around all the time, is wandering down the sixth floor hallway. Catching sight of a stranger tacking up posters, he pauses mid-step to blink his lone eye up at the human and especially at the glaring, flashing letters he's pasting on the wall.]

Er... what's that? "Quidditch?"

[The voice that greets James is especially small, and seems to be coming from ground level.]

[kungfuwitch]

[She chuckles]

I don't know how good I'd be at playing but if you need any hand from someone else who already knows how to fly a broom.

[staggeringego]

Well I'd certainly hope so! Though we seem to have our fair share of unathletic types around here.