the keepers daughter

evelyn wood 16 | gryffindor | chaser

[dani-goyle]

"Oh, Evelyn, you flatter me!" Dani cries with a dramatically grand arm gesture. Truth be told, Dani’s never exactly played Quidditch before. At least not outside the boundaries of Serena’s backyard. Her family has attended every World Cup that’s happened since she was born, but simply spectating doesn’t qualify one as an athlete. 

[chaserwood]

"I'm gonna ruin your plans to ruin Selwyn's day." With that, she climbs up the remaining few steps, placing her hands on the tabletop and leaning closer to the other girl. "Personally, I have reason to think you wouldn't mind joining me to bypass the kitchens and steal a fresh batch of those chocolate Cauldron Cakes the elves make before breakfast. I swear there's that one third year who just swallows 'em all whole." She quirks a corner of her mouth. "Not really anarchy on the highest level, but I'm starved.."

[dani-goyle]

"I told you, I’ve been to a few games, I’ve seen you play. You aren’t terrible," she offers, avoiding any indication of an outright compliment. "The rest of the team is pretty average, I think. They use the same tricks that they did last year, and the year before that. Did anybody new even go to these past tryouts?" Dani smirks gently enough to suggest her teasing is only halfhearted, though it really isn’t. After a brief pause of consideration she adds, "Perhaps I should join the team? I bet I’m actually a prodigy, and nobody knew it." 

[chaserwood]

"When the team is mine, things are going to change." They've had this conversation before, but Evelyn never gets tired of that promise. Any opportunity to discredit James Potter and his shoddy leadership skills is one that she'll happily take advantage of. This time, her gaze turns thoughtful and she allows her gaze to drift up and down Dani's form. "We should play sometime," she finally declares, her hands returning to her hips. "You've got a good Chaser's build."

[dani-goyle]

Dani smiles over at her, uncharacteristically polite. Must be something she picked up in Etiquette class, though if she’d known she was imitating a lesson her smile would easily overturn. “You know, I was actually expecting you to be Selwyn when the door opened up. He’s probably due to come down here at any minute, really. It’s best if you go quickly so that you don’t get yourself into any trouble,” she informed Ev. “If I’m the reason you get suspended from the next Quidditch match, and we lose to Huff ‘n Stuff, they’ll find my body in the Forest with the remains of some freaky sacrifice to the spirit of Godric Gryffindor, praying for his forgiveness.”

[chaserwood]

"We wouldn't lose to Hufflepuff even if I was benched the whole season." As soon as Quidditch is mentioned, Evelyn's whole disposition changes. Her shoulders square, her posture straightens. It's good advice for most not to bring the sport up in front of the girl -- she won't shut up once you do. "Their keeper has the worst case of butterfingers I've ever seen." She runs a hand over her scalp, trying to smooth down the slightly frizzy strands. "Thanks though," this appreciation is accompanied with a smirk. "Nice to know you think I'm an invaluable player." Nevertheless, she hasn't made any attempt to leave.

[dani-goyle]

"I would’ve definitely pegged you for the morning runner." She’d noticed the trainers—and the light veil of sweat misted over Evie’s skin—from across the table, but she makes a point of leaning over the tabletop to indicate the shoes. "Do you do this every morning?"

[chaserwood]

Evie glances down at her shoes. They're more than a little worn -- it's time to get a new pair and it's not like she can't afford them, but maybe she's a little sentimental. "Yeah, most mornings, anyway. When the weather's good." She places a hand on her hip, using the other forearm to wipe at the sweat still cooling on her forehead. "I went running in the rain once and got stuck in the Hospital Wing overnight for a cold, of all things."

[dani-goyle]

"Aww, you know me so well," she says in return, dropping character. Dani sits up in the chair, her heels falling from the tabletop—but not before she shakes a little dirt off of the soles. Her eyes have followed Evelyn’s leisurely path across the length of the Great Hall, as they rest on her halted figure now; She can’t remember having blinked once since the girl walked in. 

[chaserwood]

She makes her way to the table at the front in record time, all things considered (long room, little legs). Dani remains draped in the Headmaster's chair. "You look good like that," she comments idly, and she means it. It suits her -- not in the sense that the girl could run for the next Headmistress, but something about thrones and power. She won't tell her that, though -- she can't let it get to her head. Ev toes the bottom step with the sole of her running shoes. "I didn't peg you for a morning person."

[dani-goyle]

"Bite your tongue," Headmaster Goyle chastises her with an unabashed smile. "Of course I would never let something as peasant as aging effect me. I’m above it! No, it only seemed logical that I… borrow the body of a young, beautiful, gorgeous, stunning girl in her prime. Besides, what’s she using it for?” Dani raises an inquisitive eyebrow, awaiting Evelyn’s response.

[chaserwood]

With each adjective that Dani uses, the smile on Evie's face gradually widens. There's something about her that the Chaser likes. She's not entirely sure what it is, but she thinks it's her energy -- the daring curve of her lips. She's dangerous, and there's nothing reckless Gryffindors like more than danger. "Worthwhile pursuits, I'm sure." Her answering grin is bright, but somehow soft simultaneously -- like a secret. 

[dani-goyle]

Dani perks up immediately as the motion of the door alerts her periphery. Her lips are halfway curled into a sinister smile when she realizes who it is who’s visited. Evelyn Wood. Although she wasn’t the person Dani wanted to see—Well, now she is. Kicking back in Selwyn’s chair—the immense comfort of which could probably rival that of the Queen of England’s—she props her feet up on the expansive dining table before her, cocking her head at Evie expectantly.

[chaserwood]

Evelyn's in a good mood, all things considered. It's partially to do with the weather, and from the adrenaline still coursing through her system -- the rush always puts her in a good mood. However, there's something more than that. It's the sense that things are going to go right today and granted, Danika Goyle lounging in the headmaster's chair isn't an orthodox starting point, but she'll take what she can get. "The last time I saw you, Headmaster," Evie says, taking casual steps  towards the front table. "You looked different. Taller, balding...."

[dani-goyle]

It’s the crack of dawn. There’s barely enough sunlight yet to even challenge the shadows in the Great Hall. And right at the head of the room, atop Dictator Selwyn’s royal throne sits Danika Goyle with the smuggest look on her pretty, feline face.

[chaserwood]

Ev's not even meant to be there. She doesn't have to wake up for class for hours yet, but she likes the castle when it's like this -- quiet and peaceful. It's easier to pretend the current political climate is anything but that. She's on her way back from her morning run when she notices the doors to the Great Hall are ajar. She's not sure what makes her do it -- call it intuition, but she slips through the crack, walking into the vast room.

[nanfeng]

[jetlag-greengrass]

"If you lose to Hufflepuff I might have to cut off all ties of our friendship. Honest to Merlin, I will do it."

[chaserwood]

"That may just be the most hurtful insinuation I have ever heard."

[chaserwood]

"Heard some Hufflepuff brats talking about how their house is gonna thrash Gryffindor in the next game. It isn't even funny anymore. Now it's just kinda sad."

[aseaofquotes]

[holland-roden]

[anumahmed711-deactivated2017121]

Some things are painfully difficult to master. The violin might be one of them, Ancient Runes another.

[chaserwood]

"Definite pass on Ancient Runes. That is a subject I won't be taking," She lifts up her shirt, idly scratching her flat stomach, "The Professor is cute though. Might be worth staying just for the extra down-time with him." 

[anumahmed711-deactivated2017121]

[manages to scoot over to make room for the brunette, turning on her side to face her] Do you even know how to play the violin?

[chaserwood]

"Nope," Evie replies shamelessly, her own gaze directed skywards to the canopy above their heads, "But how hard can it be?"

[anumahmed711-deactivated2017121]

…that’s not funny.

[chaserwood]

Despite her own bed being mere meters away, Evie chooses to flop dramatically onto Lexi's mattress instead, "I could play violin concertos on my forearm."

[anumahmed711-deactivated2017121]

Not in the slightest. But a party isn’t the best idea either.

[chaserwood]

I'm bored out of my mind. I think I'm probably going to have to take up slitting my wrists as a hobby.