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Post by DAVID D. MORGAN on Jul 13, 2010 21:21:45 GMT
To say that David was nervous about his first time on a broom in a year was an understatement. He had always had adult supervision before and therefore the confidence to fly to the best of his ability. Now he was alone on the pitch looking up at the goal hoops with a sense of dread and fear. He wanted to be the Ravenclaw keeper so badly but competition was always fierce and so he needed to get in as much practise as posible. That meant actually being brave enough to push off from the ground for a start.
He was sure the more jockish members of his house would be rolling on the floor laughing at the sight of him clutching his old broom and staring at the goal posts. With their laughing faces in mind David climbed on and pushed off... Flying right into the post he wasn't paying attention to. Clutching his head in pain David turned around to see none other then Catrianna watching him. They had been paired up because she was going to end up failing one of her classes and he needed the extra credit. Unfortunately she was both a muggle-born hater and a Slytherin. It was not going to go well.
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Post by CHRISTIANNA TUCKER on Jul 15, 2010 0:13:20 GMT
Christianna wasn't sure which was worse - living in the violent household that she did when she wasn't at Hogwarts who publicly talked on websites while he was socializing online about how she apparently sold her body in the name of ambition and was probably pregnant, or surviving the heartbreak of breaking that poor defenceless nail that looked so good in red nail varnish. Running away from her problems as usual meant going down to the Quidditch pitch to find someone to give her a confidence boost - instead he got David Morgan. At the time of day the hot Slytherin guys were meant to be practicisng too! David Morgan, now he was the guy that you could bring home to your parents. It annoyed her. She made no secret that she could listen to him and show him respect, but she made sure her space was away from him when he wasn't tutoring her.
Unfortunately her friends had ditched her that day. One of them couldn't hang out because she was with her boyfriend and the other two thought they were better off hanging with a more "popular" crowd. It was either David Morgan or the girl 'coping' with her cheating boyfriend. Christianna found 'coping' a hard word to use when she knew for a fact she could be found crying in the girls toilets. She wasn't alone either, most of her friends back home were teenagers with toddelors that had fathers gone in all hours of the night. Her rough neighborhood meant that Christianna had no choice but to grow a backbone. Maybe spending a little time with David outside tutoring though would prove he wasn't as irritating as she thought. As long as he didn't break anything on that broom! He was never going to make keeper, plus he was borrowing the pitch when Slytherin were meant to be rehearsing!
Being the argumentative type, she immediately folded her arms and glared, "any reason your booking the pitch for lost causes today?" she scoffed, dying for his reaction. What was it that made her want to get at him all the time? It seemed like she was trying to hurt him, but when did things ever be what they seemed? |
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Post by DAVID D. MORGAN on Jul 15, 2010 19:27:50 GMT
As usual Catrianna's insult cut him deeply. Her and him were meant to be getting along because of the tutoring thing but it seemed like they were much more willing to be at each others throats then have a polite conversation. David wasn't even sure polite conversation was possible with her. In a way he was reminded of home where his dads idea of bonding was forcing him to sit through a Welsh rugby match and swearing repeatedly at the players for no reason. "Got to at least try" he mumbled unhappily before looking down at the ground. Wishing as he often did that he could sink into it.
To say David had confidence issues would be wrong. Issues like that would have required confidence in the first place and after over a decade of being talked down at home and at school he never felt good enough. He wasn't sporty enough for his dad. He wasn't helpful enough for his mum. He was too nerdy for his classmates and as for Catrianna... He wasn't sure what her problem with him was but guessed it was his muggle heritage. Slytherins didn't need to have a reason to hate muggle-Born's. "Shouldn't you be off scaring some first years?" David taunted bravely but the quiver in his voice made it extremely unimpressive.
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Post by CHRISTIANNA TUCKER on Jul 16, 2010 12:55:50 GMT
Christianna liked how he didn't fight back, it meant he believed her. Mudblood. He was probably friends with Molly Weasley and that muggy crew. Their topical criterion was always 'mudblood' no matter how they behaved. At least Christianna disowned the parents without magic. As far as she was concerned no sant had ever been muggle born. Nice of him to try to donate an insult back at her, she simply laughed at him. "Why don't you save it for someone who isn't better than you?" she suggested sweetly. This was an important new year for her, death eaters will invade soon. There won't be any of his kind at Hogwarts.
Christianna had bottles of liquor stored for just the occasion. Loading in her mind was an image of muggle-borns melting beneath her. She wondered if the day his mother wrapped her son in a blanket she knew what she was doing by sending him to Hogwarts. Christianna wouldn't have bothered. Her round eyes taunted him, the cute colour of milk chocolate. Her silky and wavy hair was flicking against her ears in the wind.
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Post by DAVID D. MORGAN on Jul 16, 2010 20:09:21 GMT
David wished that he could look as confident and comfortable as the Slytherin standing before him. No matter what the situation Christianna always looked calm and superior and David couldn't help thinking that maybe she was. She did have all magic parents, as far as he knew, so perhaps that made her better at magic then him. Although open about his muggle heritage David wasn't exactly happy about it. Being looked down on by people in his own house and others wasn't a pleasant experience but there wasn't any other option for him. It was why he tried so hard in school, trying to earn a little praise for once.
"Shut up" David mumbled quietly before hoping she hadn't heard him. He wasn't like Christianna who seemed to enjoy arguments. David would much rather slink away into a corner and cry then have any kind of confrontation. He would have protested more at the tutoring thing if he had been more willing to stand up for himself against teachers. One look of disapproval though and David had crumbled. He wondered why Christianna hadn't refused but supposed she didn't have a choice in the matter. "If I'm going to be tutoring you can you at least try not to insult me constantly?" he protested weakly.
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Post by CHRISTIANNA TUCKER on Jul 18, 2010 0:14:53 GMT
"I'll stop insulting you if you teach me the works of Eldred Worple. It all sounds like fairytales to me." her face looked as if she'd smelled something foul. She hated restricted her language and furthermore hated studying. She walked away and took a seat at the wizard stands where people would watch the practice. She opened her rucksack where a small brown rabbit sniffed it's way to freedom. The hole of which it escaped was smaller than her fist but the rabbit smaller. It was only a baby. It hopped from her bag and ran toward a bed of asphodel, nibbling on it's long and slender leaves peacefully. "Rabbits are cuter than owls" she stated, without any further explanation. She'd had little Belle since her first year boat ride to Hogwarts. Before she stepped onto the boat she saw it, shivering under a dirty newspaper on the ground. No one would've had the heart to turn it away.
Pulling out the rest of her books she placed them on the seat next to her, also pulling out her copy of Witch Weekly . "Have fun." she told him gleefully, shifting into a comfortable sitting position and focusing all her concentration on her magazine. She was always particularly cranky this time of year. Her birthday was two days away and she knew for a fact she would again get nothing. July 20th was a cursed date. She wished she could get her hands on the potions master's veritaserum so she could demand answers from her supposed friends and family as to why they always excused themselves from her birthday. Where they that jealous of her? Just because her ill and dying 'adoptive' father, Bill Tropicabir, owned a company that manufactured and sold moondew, one of the most important ingredients in potion-making.
She was going to set up her own unicorn reservation in Britain. As long as she passed Care of Magical Creatures she could do that. Naturally it was always fun being the beater for Slytherin too (though chaser was second choice, seeker was third). Definitely better than her job at home in the paper shop on Charing Cross Road. Muggle newspapers had nothing on the Daily Prophet which she had been reading since October last year. It had been a complete accident, she was just talking to one of the goofy house elves in the kitchens when Peeves flew through her, the poor house elf tried to blow him away with a copy of the Daily Prophet as if he were a gust of wind or a bird. She liked that little house elf, though she never understood why he only wore one sock.
"Why do you waste your time with Quidditch anyway? You think we'll ever be as good as the Australian teams?" she was definitely going to watch the Australian teams playing in November. As long as she could forge a note she'd be fine. She could've 'eaten some bad fudge flies' and henceforth had to be sent home immediately. Unfortunately she was too young to pass through the apparition test centre, a note was her only option to get out of school. Christianna looked down at her feet and noticed there were some horrible smudges on her shoes. She'd have to get a house elf to clean that, though preferably not a male one, they never understood the need for shiny shoes and always did a half-job.
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