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◎ c h a r l i e ([info]spinnets) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2011-08-21 21:25:00


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Entry tags:charles spinnet, felicia bulstrode, group, kendall broadmoor, rupert brookstanton, zoey moran

Kestrels FTW!
Axe had called a meeting, though was he really allowed to call a meeting if he was suspended until after the next match? Charlie of course did not question this, because when you questioned Axebanger, you usually got hit rather hard with the blunt end of a broom. Believe Charlie, it had happened on more than one occasion. It had taken him a few times to learn his lesson, but he had, and was now currently standing against his locker, waiting for Axe to arrive.

He eyed his teammates carefully. They'd lost the match, yeah, but the fight had sparked something on the straws of their brooms, so to speak. Axe had a reputation, yeah, but if you wanted to succeed in this game, you had to support your leader. No one was going to randomly attack Axe and not hear about it from the other Kestrels, Charlie was sure.

"Ten galleons says Zoey captains next match," Charlie said only somewhat jokingly. He could definitely see Axe naming the youngest as captain to teach them all a lesson. She'd probably do a good job at it, though, Charlie reckoned.

The locker room doors slammed open, and he winced; Le Capitaine had arrived.



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[info]incharge
2011-08-22 02:24 am UTC (link)
With a frown at the rising voices, Axe waved his hand impatiently for silence. It almost sounded like they were starting to enjoy this. Or believe their views would at all account for his decision. Unacceptable!

"I don't," he started in. "Oh, hand-to-h—no! Goo—but no," but he was definitely taking that into account for next time. "This is a big decision. Bulstrode would be de facto captain, but I am irrationally upset and displacing anger at her for not initially unseating the bastard and thereby preventing all this—" he gestured wildly in front of him for a moment—"situation. Fiasco. So—" Axe waved his hand dismissively at Charlie, "you get your lucky shot. And this decision will be made as all the greatest and most difficult of decisions have been made."

Fishing in the depths of his robe pockets, he pulled out and held up for all to see a shiny silver Sickle. "Heads—Bulstrode gets it, tails—Spinnet."

Flipping it casually in the air, he slapped it down on the back of his hand and paused a moment for good, dramatic measure. Lifting his palm from his extended hand, he glanced down.

Axe's jaw dropped. "Oh—"

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[info]spinnets
2011-08-23 01:41 pm UTC (link)
Charlie craned his neck, and by the pale look of Axe's face knew that he was seeing the coin correctly. That was tails, that was totally, absolutely tails, and THAT meant the he was the captain for a week, "OH YEAH!"

He stepped forward with his arms out wide to his side, nodding in approval and with his face looking so smug. Charlie had never thought of himself as the leader type, but to win over his teammates who were constantly teasing him for his self-admittedly childish ways was just too good to pass up. He was going to show them just how serious he could be, while having a ton of fun torturing them with monotonous workouts and embarrassing team building activities. They all knew Axe would be back after this weekend's match, so how much of a grudge could they really hold against him?

To make his point, though, that he was going to abuse this new power, Charlie hopped up onto the bench that laid down the middle of the locker room. He put a hand to his stomach and bowed, looking as far away from humble that a person could.

"I promise to use and abuse this title to the greatest of my abilities," he said with a grin, straightening and looking around at the Kestrels, "And I'll make sure to be just as much of a hard-ass as Axe, so you don't miss him too much."

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