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Post by frae vinxon. on Sept 9, 2007 2:46:04 GMT -5
S L Y T H E R I N
So now the time finally came, the time which the whole school had been anticipating for weeks. The first quidditch match, the Slytherin team had been training for weeks, they knew their techniques well. Though they were not as perfected as she would have liked, by the spies she had sent to watch some Gryffindor matches, they were more nervous than she and - hopefully - her team. It was such an atmosphere around Hogwarts that all the students watched her and Adam Weasley very carefully everytime they passed each other in the corridors or sat in the same classroom. Oblivious to the teachers, each time they passed all in the vicinity from Gryffindor or Slytherin had their hands clenched around their wands, by unspoken word it seemed. For they were ready to strike at the opposites house captain if the need arose. But no such need did, they would save their fights for the quidditch pitch, whoever won would get boasting rights.
Frae entered the change rooms, already she could hear the cheers and muffled conversations as students and professors alike made their way towards the stands. The Slytherins already meeting the match with the muffled chorus of 'Weasley is Our King'. She smirked coldly to herself, oh she couldn't wait until Weasley missed a goal, for she had instructed one of her perferred Slytherins to let all the Slytherin's break into that song, passed down since the time of Draco Malfoy ... and if there were students who did not know it then they would be told it. Instructed until they learn't it. But it was by no means a harsh opperation... for each of the Slytherins were looking foreword to a victory. It mattered not to them.
She looked different today, unusally her blonde hair was tied back in a loose pony tail, with parts of it purposly left loose. She did not wear make-up today, that showed her natural beauty, which was as nice - if not better - than when she had make-up on. Her Green and Silver robes were freshly ironed, bearing the Slytherin serpent entwined around the name 'Vinxon' on the back. She had taken it to get personalized, thus with the snake entwined around her name. She also had the Slytherin house sign on the left side of her robes and the word CAPTAIN on the right side. But as she sat alone in the changerooms waiting for the rest of the team her look was one of cold forboding, she was allowed - for the time being - to dwell in her own thoughts. But soon it would be to redefine the techniques they had gone over.
She relaxed on one of the benches, waiting for the first of her team members to arrive. Her broomstick stood beside her against the wall, ready to be taken when the whistle was blown for each of the teams to enter the field. One would not relise by her face, which was as blank and emotionless as ever that she was herslef, anticipating the coming match.
"We must win."
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Post by Matthew Malfoy on Sept 9, 2007 12:46:28 GMT -5
The tension that had crackled through the air yesterday was nothing compared today. The usual jinx-war between the Slytherins and the Griffyndor's had started, each house trying to hex and injure the other house's team members. Matthew himself had been hit once and had retaliated rather viciously. They left him alone after that, hating him all the more.
The coolness of the Keeper was admirable as he strode down to the changing rooms, hearing the verses of Weasley is Our King. A smirk placed over his face, showing his enjoyment of the repeat of history. years ago, it had been his father, Draco Malfoy, facing down Adam's, Ron Weasley. Today it would be Matthew who faced Adam across the pitch, and what an victory it would be. Matthew entered the changing rooms, of course Frae was there already.
"Hello love."
Greeting her as he slid past her to pull on his own playing robes. A huge black 'Malfoy' glared out from his back, announcing to everyone who he was, though he needed no introduction. he was as well known as Frae herself, and even Weasley, much to his distaste. But no matter. He settled himself cooly on a bench, leaning against the wall.
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Post by Andromeda Malfoy on Sept 10, 2007 14:06:13 GMT -5
Ah game day. The day every quidditch player looked forward to. Andromeda too was excited, but she was also nervous. If she lost, people would say it was because she was dating James Potter... if they knew. But if she won, James would be mad at her... Andi did not want her relationship to get in the way of her performance... especially since her father was there watching both her and her brother. Andi had her long blonde hair already tied back in aperfectly constructed messy bun. She had managed to block all jinxes thrown at her and had gotten a few epople abck, earning her only two detentions. It was like when teachers daw a Gryffindor in trouble, they looked for a Malfoy or a Vixon, which they usually found.
Sauntering into the changing room, Andi pushed her bangs from her face. She went over and hugged her brother and smiled at Frae Daddy's already here Matt. she said cooly. Going over to the hook where her robes hung she put them on. Malfoy glittered in silver writing, her brothers was black. Sitting down beside her brother and Frae she sighed heavily and put her head in her hands. So much was going through her mind, and it was all two sided... licking her lips she sighed. Andromeda only had abit of makeup on today. Silver eyeshadow that showed off her vivid green eyes and ofcourse lipgloss. She had her natural beauty still ofcourse.
The opening game was always Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. Everyone knew that, it had been the same since her father had been on the team. He may have bought his way on, but Andromeda got on with pure talent. Though she did not have the passion for the game that others did. She liked winning, it proved yet again that Malfoy's were better than others. Crossing her legs she looked up at the team and sighed heavily. She truly was nervous about this game... if it was against any other team she'd be fine. But no, it was against James... and the Gryffindors. She would not elt her relationship get in the way. Both Matt and Frae would kill her if she lost on purpose. She'd try her hardest and hope she'd win. She was a Malfoy, meaning she had to win, right? |
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Post by Laefe Hunter on Sept 13, 2007 6:28:43 GMT -5
Quidditch, it was like anger management for him. Laefe grinned widely as he strode swiftly toward the dressing room. For now everything was off of his mind, girls, his dead friend, the upcoming Yule Ball, everything was replaced by the slight adrenaline rush that engulffed him just before he took off into the air. The door to the changing room shut behind him and he sat down on a bench, his bat, robes, and gloves beside him. Laefe was a little bit late, but not too much, the whole team wasn't even here yet only Andi, Frae, and Matthew.
Pulling the black robes over his head his eyes strayed ever so slightly toward Andromeda, she looked stunning today. Mentally scolding himself he abruptly pulled his conciousness back to the matter at hand. Women, bloody women, just got in the way. Hunter, was scrawled across his back in shining emerald green that stood out brilliantly on the silky black. His hands were callused from training sessions with no gloves, but in the middle of winter his hands would freeze on the bat without the thick beaters' gloves.
Fully equipped Laefe tossed the beater's bat into the air and caught it absent mindedly, testing it's weight. The boy managed to keep his eyes from Andromeda but his thoughts strayed to her. What was it about her? He could go out with plenty of girls, about seven had asked him to go to the Yule Ball with them. This included the pretty brunnette who had wished him luck before she had mounted to the stands. Laefe could have her right after the game if he wanted to, but he didn't and he couldn't figure out why.
Again he angrilly tore his thoughts away from Andi and reviewed for the game. Plays ran through his mind, as well as the stats for the opposing team's players. Their beaters were young, eleven and fourteen, Gryffindor must have been starved for people. This was something Slytherin had that Gryffindor didn't, they could afford to pick and choose their players. Laefe had absolute confidence in the fact they would win.
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