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Post by gryffindor on Aug 5, 2010 13:43:23 GMT -8
[/font][/center] He stopped there for the time being. Why did that Richard guy have his father’s last name? How was that even possible if they weren’t related and what were the chances of the guy having his father’s eyes aswell? There was defiantly something strange going on and he was going to have to get down to the bottom of it right after he finished the letter to his father. Quidditch is sort of like Soccer but on a flying broomstick dad. They have seven players. Two of which are responsible for knocking the other team off of their brooms, these are called beaters. Three players are responsible for scoring goals and are called chasers, and one of them catches a ball, which when caught ends the game; they’re called seekers. The seventh player is called the keeper and is responsible for trying to stop the shots the other team makes at your goal hoops. I’m a keeper Dad!
How are things going at the hospital anyways and how’s Mom?
Love,
Your son, Tormund Sayo As he finished his letter he heard nearby footsteps. “Hello?” [/color][/ul] |
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Emilia Silverstien
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Aug 5, 2010 14:13:36 GMT -8
Emilia was quite pleased with herself. Reason being was because she actually found some time to practice Quidditch, a task that she had been avoiding for the past couple of weeks. She wasn't exactly avoiding it on purpose, she just had a lot on her mind that she had to take care of first, namely worrying about a certain boy named Dante. Now that she knew he was going to fine, she was able to rummage through her trunk to find her beloved broom to start practicing again. She had to admit, she was a little bit rusty, but it was nothing that she couldn't work through. The biggest problem was actually concentrating on catching the snitch, and not daydreaming the whole time she was flying around. Once she worked through that problem, it would be smooth sailing. After all, she was Gryffindor's most agile player, and a superb flier.
Smirking as she climbed through the portrait hole, with her broom placed upon her shoulder, she heard someone call out a greeting. It caught her off guard, and she felt herself jump, causing her broom to fall to the floor. "Oh! I didn't expect anyone to be in here. Silly me." Picking up her broom quickly she looked over to see that a boy, who looked like a first year, had called out to her. She knew she had seen this boy before, but she couldn't figure out there. Scrunching up her features, she was trying to place where she had seen him before. "Oh, oh, oh! Tormund, that's it," she muttered to herself. Embarrassed by her short term memory problems Emilia smiled at the small boy, "Hiiiiiii. How are you tonight?"
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Post by gryffindor on Aug 5, 2010 16:56:41 GMT -8
[/b][/center] He smiled when he realised that the footsteps he had heard were those of his teammate’s Emilia’s. He quickly folded up his letter and turned around to look at her. Judging by the wind blown hair and the broomstick she held in her hand, he guessed she had gone out for a bit of a practice fly. “I’m good thanks! I see you’ve gone out to practice again! Any idea when the first match is yet?” He absolutely loved Quidditch and was really looking forward to a game against Hufflepuff, as he had stated in his letter to his father, he couldn’t wait to play the guy he had met on platform nine and three quarters who shared his father’s last name. “Hey do you know if it’s possible to share someone’s last name yet not be related to them?” [/color][/ul] |
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Emilia Silverstien
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Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Aug 5, 2010 20:08:51 GMT -8
Emilia couldn't help but to smile bigger when the first year boy returned her smile. She thought that this first year was cute, but not in a manner that she was attracted to him, more like a manner that she wanted to run up to him and pinch his cheeks. If she had a brother, she would want him to be younger, and as pleasant as this young boy was. Walking over to the boy she gently set her broom down, instead of dropping it again, and plopped down next to him. It didn't hit her until she sat down how sore she was from flying around all afternoon. Wincing she replied to the boy, "Yeah, apparently I've practice a little too much for one day. Ouch, my butt sure is going to be sore tomorrow." She laughed. "Unfortunately, I do not know when the next match is. I hope it's soon though! I'm ready to beat some icky Slytherins."
She couldn't help but to laugh at the thought of playing the Slytherins. Dante would be playing as Beater, and Emilia would just love to see Dante hit a bludger her way. She really didn't know if he would actually do it, but the thought made her laugh even harder. If he did, he would be in a world of trouble once the match was over with. Her laughter ceased when Tormund asked her another question. Her features turned thoughtful as she sifted through her ideas to answer his question, "You know it could be possible, but also highly unlikely. I'm no expert in genealogy or anything, but typically if someone has the same last name around here, they are related in some way. The may not be the closest relation, but they could be a distant relative. Also, I could be completely wrong on this. Why do you ask my dear?"
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