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.
[/filter]

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

Borgia

[samson]

[SQUINTS... AT THAT FILTER...]

I don't follow.

Mr. Molotov Cocktease

[heloise]

[ Is that better? ]

Must we speak frankly?

Borgia

[samson]

[NO............]

I don't know what you're implying.

Mr. Samson-Cocktease

[heloise]

It goes M-O-L-O...

Borgia

[samson]

[CONTINUES TO PLAY DUMB....]

That's not a word.

Mr. Cocktease-Samson?

[heloise]

...T-O-V.

It is a name, which is also a word.

Borgia..........

[samson]

Okay... sure. I can go along with that. But what's your point? What about her?

Brock Cocktease

[heloise]

I would tell her that you chose the lawn.

Borgia!!!!

[samson]

For practice.

SAMSON!!!

[lucre]

Certainly~

[ You know, practice. ]