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.]

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dork sampson

[wagers]

[AU SASS: Y/Y?]

Haha, shut up!

[Qudditch filter]

[staggeringego]

Can't complain about that. I've been looking forward to getting back on the pitch for some time now.

Filter...

[gottaknockhard]

[Adjusting to suddenly being half his age in a different magic castle-school is apparently harder for some people, because most of that made no sense to Spike.

He almost doesn't want to respond, but if Brock has gone crazy... it's best to confirm this.]

Until curfew? [-- because that's obviously the weirdest thing he heard. He'll pick up on what 'quidditch' means from the context.]

Brock

[heloise]

[ Why hello Mr. I-am-boinking-a-certain-slytherin-lady ]

The lawns. Are you sure?

[bezazzled]

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

Gryffindor Filter

[goingrogue]

Hellz to the yea, you don't gotta tell me twice! We're gonna wipe the floor with Hufflepuff. When we're done with them, they'll be kissing our muddy boots and polishing our broomsticks.