the[GRIFFINDOR]dressing.room [whole team]

[Adam Weasley]

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A D A M

His hands run through his blond hair as he paced the dressing room floor looking a little pale. He was nervous yes he probably got the whole thing from his dad (and of course the fact if he missed one goal the chorus of wealey is our king would fall out of the slytherins mouths) and that it was his first game as captain. His breathing however was incredibly relaxed and so he sent a conflicting message out to those who would come in soon. Adam had come to the small dressing room early because he wanted to run through his ideas and at the same time he was ashamed he'd left James at honeydukes without actually talking fully to him, apologising or getting one also. His grey eyes shifted sharply at the creak of the door which was caught in the breeze and stood still looking at his uniform hanging on the wall, his name in the brilliant gold lettering on the deep maroon silk robes. They were, at the moment, his prized possesion and something he valued more than anything.

The striaghtened his t-shirt and his trousers and then slid his robes over his arms smiling lightly and feeling the silk brush his tense arms. He relaxed almost instantly and tapped the board, which had a miniture game going on it, making it fall back into an empty quidditch stadium before muttering something under his breath and watching the game start up again before shaking his head.
"Like I'd stay on the broom..."
He chuckled lightly to himself before falling back onto the bench opposite it and continuing watching it as if it was a rugby game on the tv for muggles. He had no idea what he was going to do if he stupidly injured himself and the team lost it's captain and keeper. Surley Slytherin would win? Or would James catch the snitch as quick as he could just to end it. Oh there he was thinking of James again, somehow it was the only one thing stopping him from wanting to walk out onto the field and set himself headlong into the game.

-ick bad post -

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W E A S L E Y
[although I agree I am as free minded as a horse]

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[Mariana Gartiza]

What was she doing! She was the youngest beater and only first year on the team since Harry Potter.
'I cant do this!" She squeaked to Adam. " I'll die!" SHe was nervously waiting the death that was to come.

[James Potter]

.JAMES.

James paused before the door leading into the changing room, his callused tan hand resting lightly on the wheathered door's cool handle. His hazel eyes were worried, knowing he would meet Adam today. Well, of course he would, after all, his cousin was team captain. Normally he would have rushed in, adrenaline pumping relentlessly through his wired system, anxious for the game to begin and his broom to lift off. Today, howeer, his adrenaline ran for a different reason. It was unnatural, this feud between them. To tell the truth, James and Adam were closer than brothers, but one single heated argument had pated, or at least frayed, their formerly unbreakable bonds and split them apart. Potter admitted it was his fault, knew he shouldn't have had anything to do with Andromeda Malfoy. Andromeda Malfoy, the Slytherin heiress of his father's childhood rival. Her hair fellin pale golden waves down her back, and her eyes stared out unnaturally bright, acting as a beacon to the slightly older boy. In contrast he himself was totally different with pitch black hair and ddull brown eyes just lightly sprinkled with flecks of green and gold. Yet their personalities were the exact same. Quick to anger, slow to forgive. Fooling around and joking, pretending they were fervently in love. Andi's face floated in his mind's eye, only to fade away. James frowned. Another face was taking shape. But.. he didn't love anyone but Andi! Alas, your suconcious mind doesn't often listen, and soon a different, yet similar face formed. It was familiar, oh so dreadfully familiar, and his heart let out a pang of hurt. Arturo Leonard. Her hair was a darker gold than Andi's, permeated through with pink streaks, and her eyes were a far more mellow violet-blue. Perhaps most importantly although her lips wore a slight smile, she was calm and relaxed, a far different breed than James. She would off-set him perfectly.

Almost immediatly after that thought ran through his head the fith year shook it, sending tassels of dark hair flying as he cleared both faces from his head. He had to concentrate on the game. The game was what was the most important right now.He knew he would win, it was something he took for granted. He had, after all, been playing since before he could run. Adam and him had gotten their first brooms on the same day.. A confident, slightly arrogant grin spread across his lips as he stepped in the door, his sneakers squeaking slightly against the floor. Despite that cocky grin there was something in his eyes that told of a sadness tht went deeper than blood. Adam was already in his crimsom robes, sandy hair falling into his eyes as he watched a quiccitch match avidly on the replica of the feild. James swept past him, his long stride slightly bouncy and took his robe off it's wooden peg, shaking it out grandly. It was magnificent, a flowing peice of crimsom with gold embroidery on the right hand side. A snarling lion with his name and postion, seeker. Quickly he slipped it on and smoothed out the folds where it met his jeans before at last turning to face Adam. His hand reached up to push back the locks of hair that threatened to poke his eyes out. Moving quickly he stepped around his captain's bench and sat opposite him, staring nervoulsy.what ever tension there was in teh room broke suddenly as one of their beaters rushed in, her dark brown eyes frantic. Mariana was a first year, and obviously about to start hypervenalating from fear. unbidden a merry laugh rose in James' throat and he spared a wink toward the younger girl. "Of course you won't! That's what your bat is for!" The boy glanced down suddenly and noticed a slight stain on his robes. A mixture of mud and blood that hardly showed on his robes. Taht was a gift from a certain Slytherin bludger that had caught him just as he grabbed the snitch, sending him tumbling to the ground, bursting a lip, and blacking an eye.

.POTTER.

[Adam Weasley]

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A D A M

Somehow a little to engaged in the quidditch board he didn't hear anyone come in dispite only moments before being so on edge any noise he would have heard and jumped at it. Right now he was strained forward lightly intently on the edge of the bench his fingers fumbling with a piece of thread and the wand on the floor, it had fallen from his pocket without notice. The noise of that heartylaugh cracked his mind in two as he let his eyes close in thought, leaning back and then slapping his knees lightly with his hands and standing. His robes were a little big for him but then again he had become thinner but much taller over the summer so much he was taller than most in the school, including quite a few teachers. The grey eyes were brough into view once more as the lids opened showing him the velvet curtains that were draiped from an old beam which looked like it would snap from the rather heavy material yet had probably been there since his uncle first started playing, had first layed his eyes on it perhaps or maybe he didn't pay attention to detail. Adam turned on his heels and looked at his two players who had seemed to silently fall into the room according to Adam at this moment in time. After seeing James he stared at the floor realizing he had no shoes or socks on and his feet were hurting a great deal. Of course that was probably because Adam had run down the gravel path barefooted.

He nodded breifly before collapsing on the bench again, this time with his back to James and picked up his wand breifly before throwing it onto his robes. He'd pick it up before they went out but right now it was annoying him greatly or more that his lack of compassion was annoying him and he neeed to take it out on something. He pulled on the knitted socks which his Grandmother had kindly made for him three sizes too big and so he looked like he had rather floppy toes although once his boots where on he would tahnk her, more cushion at the front of them was a heaven scent. His hand brushed his sandy hair and it stayed out of his way to prevent annoying him further. It had seemed hours he'd been sat there staring at the wall but in fact it was simply only seconds. He stood again and began pacing the room the little colour that had returned to him failing miserably and making his ghostly white although Adam was never completely tanned anyway, that falling to his red haired family.
"We have to win..."
His words were mumbled so quickly and so sparcley that it seemed that they didn't come from his own lips. The truth was Adam, although he had been in bed, hadn't slept for a while and hadn't ate much either apart from some candy from the transfiguration professor who had also tried to suspend this match from him.
"There is no question we can't loose, bloody McGonagall gone and made my sworn enemy Slytherin Captain. Just makes it ten times worse!"
He had no clue himself who he was talking to. He was just stating it.

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W E A S L E Y
[although I agree I am as free minded as a horse]

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[Mariana Gartiza]

The rule had been broken once before. A boy, who, like her, had never pllayed before but had raw talent. He had gotton hurt. He had gone to the hosiptle wing. Oh, god, she better not.
"We better win!" She said. No rotten slytherian would beat her.
Nervousness flooded over her again. She could fall, bang into somthing get hit by a bulger, let down her team.
Her head pounded, she wasn't ready for this.
She grabbed her quddich rodes and ran to change. In a moment, she returned, as was holding her bat. She had a new fire in her stomatc, and was ready to hit something hard.
"You got a plan?" She asked adam, thinking on thing.

I can do this.

[Anna Blair Black]

<sub>The paleness of her skin contrasted sharply with the bold crimson robes. She had put these robes on so many times and yet it always surprised her. The look was further enhanced by the jet black hair that fell loosley about her shoulders. She gazed into the mirror, staring at her reflection. Something was different...it was her eyes. They usually had a haunted, frightened look, brought on by the cycles of night terrors and medicine. And then Albus had shown her what she could be...unmedicated, and unafraid. TOday, she looked...at peace. That was the word.

And that would only enhance itself by a victory over Slytherin. Her face hardened. She would be facing the one person she hated the most today...her cousin Matthew Malfoy. She cursed her blood, it bound her to some of the most evil people in the known world. Death Eaters. And she, the blood traitor of their family, the last of the Blacks. It would make victory all the sweeter to be able to laughin his face.

She could hear Adam ranting to himself outside and chuckled. Stepping from her hiding place, she put her hands on his shoulders and began to massage the tension from him. James was joking with the first year Beater, Mariana. The girl was hilarious, fiesty and confident. Anna Blair adored her. Strong hands dug itno Adam's muscles, trying to relieve some of what bothered him.

"You doubt us, Adam? Of course we'll win!."

She winked at Mariana as she stated it. The girl was nervous, but then everyone was. It showed, except for James. HE never let nerves get to him. He was almost arrogant that way, but she loved him for it. She blinked hard, wondering if he had guessed that she was falling for his brother, Albus. What would he say? A smile quirked at her lips, she could imagine the response having lived with them for most of her life. The two were polar opposites.</sub>

[Adam Weasley]

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A D A M

He put his hand to his head and one to his side, it still hurt terribly but since he'd had the trip to St. Mungo's to remove his appendix it had been getting better although he wasn't supposed to be doing anything too agressive for the next month. Tough chance he needed to help his team and if he fell during the match they would have to think of something. Of course he had a strategy figured out but he was simply too out of it to come to terms with what he had said. The hands that fell to his neck caused him to jump lightly but then relaxed lightly and felt a small smile tug at his cheeks.
"Thanks Anna..."
He shrugged lightly and shifted around to watch the board again muttering another charm under his breath he flicked his wand, that he had picked up, loosley in his fingers and the players shifted into another possition. He watched them move and sighed lightly was concentration before seeming to rag some players into a different possition.
"I'm not exactly gran right now, nothing much but that is why I haven't been around just a small bug."

Gifted with lies some might say, easily able to fool everyone. The truth was known to two people ( one of whome was his sister who had begged him not to play today). He was in Zonko's talking to his sister, nothign unusual about that really and his stich had been getting worse there when he was there he'd blacked out next minuet he was surrounded by three people; his mother, father and a doctor who was explaining about his appendix. Now he had along scar across his stomache that wasn't fully healed and he was about to test it. Perhaps he was a little crazy and maybe he was a little daring but he wans't going to let griffindor down because of a stupid wound. Some might of but Adam was an idiot like that and he didn't see the negative side of it. He glanced back over to his broom which was striped with three blue stripes on the handle all in courtesy of his cousin. He smiled lightly, almost a little insanley as there was nothing much to smile about. His paler than usual skin had flushed with the heat in the room but Adam just stood there.

-ewwey-

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W E A S L E Y
[although I agree I am as free minded as a horse]

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[Gwendolyn Xiang]

<sub><<Deven if you don't stop saying your posts are bad I'll hurt you. Yours are great and you make me feel bad


Gwen, her streaks dyed a livid gold just for the occasion, sat on one of the benches in the changing room. She grinned somewhat impulsively at her robes which lay in her lap. There was an enourmous roaring lion on the back right beneath her name; Xiang. She slipped on her gloves and proudly donned the scarlet robes. Her beater's bat lay next to her on the bench, polished, with the handle taped with black spellotape to help her grip.

She stood and threw her arm around the frightened first year girl. Don't worry, you'll be fine. Gwendolyn smiled comfortingly and continued, I'll be out there too slinging bludgers, from what I've seen of you your a natural and if there aren't any bludgers, just hit the little snakes with your bat. I garuntee they'll leave you alone. The fourth year winked conspiratorily.

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[Mariana Gartiza]

"Hola Anna!" She smiled. Anna was one of her favorite people. "Hola Gwen. Oh, the snakes? I promised I'd get the Malfoys. Rose wanted me too." She smiled. Rose was her friend, and Mariana had siad she'd aim fir the Mafloys. Personaly, Mariana diddn't get why Rose wanted her too, But hey, she'd try. Confused as she was, She was still nervous. She still though she'd die. why had she said yes? Mariana was plannign at aiming at anyone who came to close to her, or how looked as if they might score. You never know what this eleven year old could do when she wanted to.

The fire lit her agian.Whene was the game starting.