Susan Bones (gotabonetopick) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-01-05 21:49:00

Who: Susan Bones and Garrick Summerby
When: 4ish, Friday September 26th
Where: Quidditch Pitch
Summary: Susan is hitting some balls around and Garrick finds her.
Rating: G-PG?
Status: In Progress.

Susan felt the need to let off some steam, perhaps it was just pent up annoyance or anger but it was something. She was on the quidditch pitch just before dinner hitting charmed balls that would come back after she hit them. The buldgers were locked up and too much of a hassle to get back into the box when you were done with them, so she settled for this. On her broom she flew around the pitch hitting the balls that came her way, she was growing exceedingly warm and was even glistening with the faint appearance of sweat. Susan had been at this for an hour at least, and she was starting to slow down and feel a tad sore. Susan didn’t expect anyone to be around so she had no one to perform for.

Her mind was on Justin and this whole situation she was in. Yes they were talking and it was nice, but she was worried about this moving slow thing. On top of that there was Laura and she was sure she was trying to do something with Justin, or was she just being a jealous person. Madley was a small issue, as her biggest one was getting to understand what this moving slow meant. Susan wanted to be with Justin for sure, but was she what he really wanted?

As she hit the last ball she groaned, and tilted her broom down to guide herself back to the pitch floor. She hopped off her broom found her wand and called the balls back. They all plopped down on the ground around her, all ten of them. Susan was panting a bit as she wiped her hand along her forehead and found her bottle of water taking a sip. She pulled off her sweater she was wearing leaving her in a small t-shirt and stretchy tight fitting pants. This was what she was often in for quidditch practice but rarely was it without the sweater since she was never a fan of the chest she possessed, but she was growing to like it more.

With a heavy sigh she sat down on the ground of the pitch and then lay there looking up at the sky. Finally it had stopped raining and seemed to be staying that way.

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summerby
2008-01-07 08:51 am UTC (link)

Susan’s reply, vague as it had been, took a while to register with Garrick. While someone with more tact would’ve taken her cryptic words as a cue to change the subject, or say something mildly encouraging before moving on, he quirked her a perplexed look from behind the hair that obscured his vision in a way that he had gotten well used to. It didn’t even impair him anymore, or bug him; when his fringe got in his face. His silence was only brief— and his odd study of her unblinking but hardly intense— before he glanced sideways, as if to shoot a look to some invisible bystander, and then looked back at Susan again.

“What do you mean, then? What’s your particular something?” Mouth emptied, Garrick pressed his lips together in a half-pitying gesture, and he gestured softly toward Susan with a little point of his broom. “Y’parents? Heard something about arranged marriage shite the other day; I hope none of that’s on your back, Bones.”

The pear? At that request, the boy’s look turned blank for just an instant— just an instant!— before he quirked her a half-hearted but pleasant, crooked smirk. “Yeah, I got one. I don’t grab anything in ones. Better to have too much than too little, right?”

He carried a small bag over one shoulder, small enough to have not been obviously visible until the moment he’d carefully thrown his broom down and was shrugging the strap down his arm in order to grab it and extend it out. His wand was in there, as well as a second pear, a pair of rolled-up sandwiches and a water-bottle. Clearly, Garrick was wise when it came to food portions and his stomach’s capacity; always take in pairs.

“Ain’t all that bad. A bit sour, but that’s the way I prefer ‘em.”

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