063. Bron Yr Aur Stomp

[samson]

[Backdated to yesterday after classes!!!! Awesome.]

[Filtered to Gryffindor quidditch players]
So, hey. I'm not going to make this a big thing like that Serket girl, but we're gonna practice until curfew. 'cause if we lose to freakin' Hufflepuff, it's gonna be embarrassing as shit.
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Gryffindor's gonna be on the lawns practicing today, since some other people need an official pitch and whatever in order to play even somewhat decently. I mean, just saying, we could win a game wherever. Any terrain. Not a big deal.

[He is making this a big thing just like that Serket girl. Can't help it... competition....]

Anyway, if anybody wants to get a look at a winning team, you know where to find us.

[ooc. open!!!!! if you want to do in-person quidditch practice shenanigans, go nuts and threadjack each other to your hearts' content.]

Comments

[bezazzled]

Aww, that's so great. I'm glad you can keep your chin up even on the eve of Hufflepuff's victory.

[samson]

I think you said Gryffindor wrong.

[bezazzled]

No, I'm pretty sure it's pronounced Hufflepuff. Like in the sentence "Hufflepuff is going to win the cup."

[samson]

What's that? "Hufflepuff is filled with a bunch of goody-goodies who don't know how to sit on a broom without training wheels"?

[bezazzled]

Okay, now it's pronounced Gryffindor.

[samson]

Maybe you got hit with a bludger too many times. My bad.

[bezazzled]

That's what happens when you play Quidditch, you now? But you would only know that if you actually played the game instead of just stand around trying to look tough.

[samson]

Ha ha! Hey, if you want a bludger to the face, just say so. I'll be pretty busy winning, but I think I can squeeze you in.

[bezazzled]

Whoa there! Is the Gryffindor Prefect threatening a second year Hufflepuff? I know you're afraid you're not going to win but this is not how you should vent your frustration.

[samson]

Yeah, you're right. I could just take points away from your house instead.

[bezazzled]

[Okay, now he's just being a poor sport.]

Wow, just forget it. At least when Vriska smack-talked, she played fair, and she's a Slytherin.

[samson]

[Yeah, he should go back to threatening to throw extremely hard objects at her face!]

It's quidditch. Everything's fair game, Pines.

[bezazzled]

[She's nimble! She can dodge them! She can't dodge the other puffs if they lose house points.]

Yeah well, we'll just see about that. Just you watch. Hufflepuff is going to win and that's all I have to say anymore.

[samson]

Yeah, alright. Have fun losing.

[bezazzled]

[She gives a HMPH! and then shuts her journal.

...And then opens it a split-second later.]

No, YOU.

[And then shuts it again.]