I chase, you? (Jennsy)

[Elizabeth Margaret Weasley]

She let her hair stearm out. She blinked in the bright sunlight and entered the stadium.


ooc: g2g. Cant do more, sorry

[Jenna Roberts]

Jenn emerged from the castle caring her broom, a Nimbus 2012, thinking about how stupid she must look with such an old one.She had tied her long brown hair back into a bun which still fell at her shoulder.

She quickly strode on to the field, mounted her broom and did a couple lengths of the field her emerald eyes landed on all that surrounded her. Everything seemed at peace for once in her life, although there was an occasional hex thrown at her, the past week had been brilliant. Jenn closed her eyes momentarily as she soared under the cloudless baby blue sky, the bright yellow sun felt warm against her tanned skin as it gently landed upon her.

She was at home here, away from those who jeered at her, calling her names and such. The then slowly the thought of how close their first quidditch game was floated into her mind, as she pictured herself catching the quaffle and scoring as the her fellow peers screamed and chanted Ravenclaw. Adrenaline rushed through every vein in her body.

[Elizabeth Margaret Weasley]

[glow=yellow,2,300]You Can't deny it, Flying is the greatest.[/glow]

Her long, beatiful blonde hair flew out. She monted her Firebolt 14, and began to circle. The ground wizzed away, and she found peace, and joy, and watched. The colors of green, red, yellow and blue flashed by. She flew, and it was the best in the world.
He noticed anothor girl flying. She was , and was not in hufflepuff and older then Liz.
"Hey! I'm Lizzy!" She smiled. Was there anything better then this? She smiled, and waited. She wanted to know if they could play together. She was a chaser, and love it. The feeling you got when you held the ball, the thrill you got when you scored made it all worth it.

[Jenna Roberts]

Many things bounced in and out of Jenn's head, meeting someone on the qudditch fiels was the last one. Her brown hair flew into her face as she pulled herself into halt. very slowly she pulled it behined her ears, unfortunatly reveiling a large purple brusce about the size of an orange on her jaw line. Thanks to an stupid beater who just so happened to miss his target by thirty feet and hit her insted, though she knew it was no accident due to the fact that he was only fifteen feet away.

while this was going through her head, Jenna saw a young witch flying towards her apparently from Hufflepuff thanks to her robes. all Jenn wanted was practice quidditch alone, yet it always seems that what ever she wanted, she got the opposite. The girl said hi to Jenna.

Jenn threw the quaffle at the farthest ring and it soared straight threw the middle. Jenn muttered "accio" and it flew back towards her once agian. hopefully this girl was a catcher, maybe she'ld be of some use. Jenn stopped half way about to throw the quaffle. what was causing her to be so me, even if she isn't saying it to her face, she is still thinking it. she was thinking like those who hexed her or like that beater that did just that, beat her. Jenn forced a smile and answered the girl.

"hello, Lizzy. Im Jenn." by Lizzy's enthusiasm and peppyness, Jenn could tell that she could not be older than a third year, but her beauty outshined those even in the seventh years and it seemed that she had not even used make up or anything of the sort. this made Jenn more interested in the girl.

[Elizabeth Margaret Weasley]

ooc: Bad, and short.

Elizabeth smiled. Jenn was a pretty name, and in her mind, she was debating weather or not to metion she was a Weasly.
They’re mostly good players.
What if she hates us?
“I’m a Chaser. What about you?” She asked carefully. She rembered the letters she gotten when she’d told her family. Her father was so excited, but her mother was accutaly realy mad. She slowed down, the colors stopped flashing so fast. [glow=red,2,300]Red,[/glow] [glow=green,2,300]Green[/glow] [glow=yellow,2,300]Yellow,[/glow] [glow=blue,2,300]Blue,[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Red[/glow]…. They continued. She was ready for a quaffle. The witch looked around. Where was a quaffle? She wasn't going to ask jen for one. She slid to the ground, then dismounted. She ran to the store, and found a quaffle. Her long hair flew out be hind her, as she tied it back with an yellow band. It was silver-blonde, so the band stuck out terribly. She had nothing on her face today, but didn’t need it, the good thing she gotton from her mother was flawless skin. She smiled, showing white and strait teeth. She mounted again and rose back into the air. What a good day she was having.

[Jenna Roberts]

Jenna eyed the girl as she kept whizzing around. So she was a chaser, great, once agian the exact opposite of what she wanted. Lizzy went off, leaving Jenn completely alone, and confused as why she left so quickly.

Jenn tossed the Quaffle through the hoops more out of bordom than for practice. only a few days left till her first game, and still she was not ready, or so she thought, yet every time she through the crimsion ball whether lazily or mentfully, it went in, as long as she could act as if she was alone. the blonde headed girl returned carring a quaffle. Jenna wondered why she hadn't simply asked to use hers, but oh well.

"i am also a chaser." Jenn said watching her intentlly. Jenn wished someone her age would come and talk to her, insted of people who couldn't grasp what on earth she felt, and that was alone. if only . Jenn chncked the quaffle once agian at the goals, and as always it sailed through the middle. highly annoyed with her self, she turned slightly pale as she looked back at the spot near the forbiden forest, where she had gotten hit earlier, the large bruise ached from the tought of remembering.

[Zachary Lennox]

^{I linger in the doorway of
alarm clocks screaming monsters calling my name
let me stay where the wind will
whisper to me, where the raindrops as
they fall they tell a
story}

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z a c h a r y . l e n n o x

The simple look of sheer despiration filtered onto Zack's face as he ran at the pace he was used to, that was human pace, into the stadium. He'd been running for hours, perhaps a little strange he'd run the full perimeter of hogwarts and half way up the mountain ranges before acknowledging he hadn't run the pitch yet. Yet instead of continued running he flipped backwards, did a few cartwheels and then began a sprint around the walls of the stadium. There as a grin on his face which was a little strange, his skin was not flushed with heat as he felt no heat at all nor cold. On his feet were his trusty sneaker converses which were black and the rest of his body was black jeans and a light blue hoodie. He didn't look any different to any average teenager apart from his perfectly white mask like skin which was amazing in the night as it seemed to glow it was so unnaturally pale. His eyes drifted upward and he laughed to himself as he continued jogging. Zack's abrupt stop chilled the air around him and he walked into the center of the pitch his breath as if he'd been sitting for the day instead of running around everywhere.
"Roberts and Weasley huh? Teams are getting worse shame I can't aim a bludger at you again Roberts isn't it?"

In the past Zack was a sport finatic he played quidditch every day, ran twice a day, raced, rode yet still had the time to self teach himself a small amount of guitar and pass most of his classes and obtain his high standard in herbology. Not that he was a Longbottom but he was good at the subject, he didn't enjoy it but it reminded him of when he was younger and he didn't have to do everything for himself. He had his sister and his father while Armand had his mother it was fine. Then his father was strangled by on of the many house plants in their mansion and his sister had supposidly been killed on the plane crash during the summer, although that was a lie and he was pretty sure the 'plant murder' was a lie too. Why would Helody have been there watching him? She hated plants. He shrugged seemingly for no reason although it was hardly a movement recognisable anymore under the large hoodie swamping his thin body.

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[Elizabeth Margaret Weasley]

"Lennox. No good insult for me?" That boy was no good. He was friends with Malfoy for heavens sake! Rage raced thourgh her veins. Why the heck was he here? He didn't play this sport, but must have hit her with a Bludger. Her wand was in her pokect, so if he tried anything she could try to block it. She waited. Jenn Roberts must be her name, and they've meet . So she waited, rather in controll of her temper, unusally, and waited.

[Jenna Roberts]

Her anger grew steadily as she saw the form of the awful boy who loved to aim quaffles at her. out of something some would call fear, Jenn touched the spot he had sucsseded in hitting lately. shame he couldn't aim a bludger at her.

Lizzy's come back was quite lame, and would most likely give Lennox a chance to pick at Jenn, though she would not give him the chance if possible, she would not give him the satisfaction of being a bully.

" the only reason you got off unscathed is due to the fact that it knocked me unconsious! who knows what state you would be i if i had my way, yet it seems that all i get is the opposite." her Anger came to the boiling point as she said this, and the last part she had spoken was not supposed to be heard by anyone other than her. Her hatred for him was so emmense, when people like him came, she could not think as clearly, especialy with him. She turned her self around along with her broom into a postition so she could have full view of Lennox.

her wand was stored safley in her left pocket in her robes would only take seconds to get if nessisary. her emerald opics eye Zack in his dark clothing, suited his heart. the quaffle that was in midst of being retrived by Jenn flew back and she caught only taking her eyes of Zack for seconds.