Quidditch Trial 7 by wickedlyxThe boisterous and loud great halls noise echoed out into the corridors in which was filled with equal chatter of this upcoming special event. Quidditch Try-outs. Many students were stoked; some already on and ready to try out again. Some already kicked off and replaced by anothers brilliant skill. Several students were awaiting this chance; several students were trying to fill their brains with the best logic there was on Quidditch. One particular student, Hikaru Talia Main of Hufflepuff, was stumbling throughout the halls running against the opposite direction of the throng of students, towards a taller Sixth year girl, Violetta White, who was just leaving the Great Hall pleasantly licking her fingers free of the sweet aftermath of a custard tart.
Violetta!! The simple name escaped the third years lips as she tripped over a passing Ravenclaws foot, stumbling a little bit on one foot before regaining her balance back upon the ground beside the other
Unexpected Surprise by CranberWho are you? A tall, rather skinny boy asked the girl standing in front of him. He had never seen her at Hogwarts before. Although, it was only the second week. All he knew of this girl was that they werent in the same house.
I dont give my name out. She said in an aristocratic manner. The little boy silently agreed. He wasnt one to say his name frequently either.
Well, then what House are you in? he tried asking her.
You mean we arent in the same house? she replied with a question. The boy sighed, it was going to be very hard to talk to this girl. He was up for a challenge.
The pale skinned girl looked at the others much darker skin. The caramel tones werent something she was used to seeing in England, unless it was her family coming for a visit from Spain.
Are you from Spain? She asked, not sure why her thoughts were speaking for her.
A quick and more silent no was his reply. When she looked him
Quidditch Trial 5 by Coqui-chaIt was sunny today, for the first time in a long while. Not that I would know immediately, for not much sunlight would reach the Slytherin dorms all the way in the dungeons. I was the last one left in my dorm room, which was not at all uncommon. I have been told that I have a slumber that rivals the dead. I went through the motions of getting ready, brushing my hair, my teeth and dressing in whatever I could find that looked clean. It was Saturday, which meant no classes, which also meant I would not have to wear that bloody skirt. I trotted down the hallways of the dungeons, feeling quite serene in a pair of torn jeans and a fitted gray t-shirt. Yes, what a lovely day it would be today.
I reached the Great Hall without running into any sort of drama, which only brightened my oddly cheery mood. They had also not run out of French Toast this morning. It must be my lucky day. It was then that I noticed the sun shining down from the enchanted ceiling above me. I squinted up at the sun, sh
Quidditch Trials 3Evangeline Cordelia Vosper was staring intently at a large gift-wrapped chest that sat in front of her on the grass. She stood contemplating it while her classmates wandered by her, Eva looked at the letter that was attached to the chest and back again to the item in question. With a quizzical and somewhat pleased expression she folded the letter up and shoved it in the back pocket of her jeans.
Whatcha got there?
It was Nath, one of her classmates, he must have seen her deep in contemplation and decided to join in.
A chest, she knelt down on one knee and tapped it lightly with her knuckles, it tapped back. Eva wondered what brand of fire whiskey her brothers had been drinking when they entertained this idea.
Whats in the chest? Nath retorted as he leant over, closer to the chest and nudged it with his foot. It jumped towards him proving that for every action there was an equal and opposite reaction.
Trouble. She pu