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[04 Aug 2012|05:41pm] |
James was dirty and sweaty from Quidditch practice, and his throat hurt from barking orders at the team for the past hour and a half. Some of them had let themselves get out of practice during the break and it was his job as captain to give them hell for it. He grinned, running a hand through his wind-tossled hair, and then slung an arm around Roxanne's shoulders as he watched thw new Beater limping off the field.
"Slytherin is going to ruin us at this rate," he told her, grinning a little. "At least I put the fear of God into the new kid. If he doesn't want to spend practice doing high-altitude laps with a bat in his hand, he shouldn't let himself get out of shape. It was only three bloody weeks of vacation. I managed to fly every day."
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[04 Aug 2012|08:16pm] |
Louis was determined. He as going to beat Gwen at this bet if it killed him. No regrets. So he'd done what any normal person would have done. He was going to make sure he was able to beat her, no matter what the cost. So he walked through the halls with the parchment he'd been given by the head of his house, humming to himself.
When he reached the office for History, he knocked on the door and waited. Nothing was going to stop him. It was a challenge and there was a bit of Gryffindor in him, after all.
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