âCouse I know what Iâm talking about. I just have to pretend that I root for another team because, erm, well⊠my brother plays for a different team.â Otto liked the statistics behind the odds of a team winning, but when it came to actually following Quidditch, he didnât do that very well. He preferred the mathematics behind gambling. âI can blend in. See,â he pulled out the reporters notebook and quill heâd grabbed just for this occasion. âNo, itâs actually quite a fun show. You should listen to it.âÂ
âI only listen to quidditch radio, full time quidditch radio. Not some wee weirdo jumping topics because he think itâll be good for his show.â Emma snorted in the otherâs general direction. âYe donât look like yeâve ever written something in the book down in yer entire life. And ye donât have an interview scheduled I bet. Theyâll just get ye kicked out if they want to and itâll make no difference. Aye whoâs yer wee brother?â
   Ramona rolls her eyes. Clearly, Emma wasnât the sort to talk about boys, but she wasnât going to let that deter her. She dismisses the wixes comments with a shrug. âBut when theyâre done practising, maybe theyâll come say hello!â She points to the seeker. âThat oneâs my favourite, I think. Heâs fast. That probably makes him the best one, right?âÂ
âThey go shower when theyâre done, aye. Then they go home to sleep. The quidditch playerâs life isnât all that fabulous, yeâd think.â Her nose wrinkled up at the otherâs ridiculous hopes. âYe think fast is best? Ye sound like ye donât know the game. Itâs good not best. Maybe yer so fast that ye zoom on right past the quaffle or ye move too fast and ye let yerself get in the way of a bludger and suddenly yer in for it. Or ye canât even guard yer post âcause yer obsessed with speed Be a shite player ye would.â
       â  oh,  wicked,  didnât  realize  you  played  all  positions.  donât  you  ever  get  exhaisted  ?  you  know,  from  playing  keeper  while  also  having  to  play  offense  ?  â  he  wasnât  sure  why  she  was  acting  so  bratty  towards  him.  it  wasnât  like  he  had  done  anything  to  her,  or  so  he  thought.  he  was  fine  being  sassy  back  to  her.  â  no,  i  didnât  play,  but  i  also  graduated  so  even  if  i  did,  i  still  wouldnât  be  on  the  team.  â  his  brows  were  knit  together  and  his  nose  crinkled  slightly.
âYe better off knowing how to play all of them anyway. Itâs called being prepared..., Widley.â Why was his name so hard to remember? Emma figured he just didnât have a very distinctive face. That was it. He just blended in too much. âYeah, good. Ye look like ye might have been clumsy on a broom anyways. Would have been right good fer me to watch ye bumble off though. And Iâd recognize any real team players anyway. Just being polite with ye.â
     arthurâs  eyebrows  furrowed  during  their  awkward  silence  before  being  called  by  the  wrong  name.  sure,  it  wasnât  the  first  time,  and  definitely  wouldnât  be  the  last,  but  he  was  thankful  it  wasnât  worse.  couldâve  been  weaselbum. â right. â  he  nodded,  ignoring  the  name.  â  you  were  from  the  slytherin  team  right  ?  â  she  didnât  seem  like  much  a  slytherin  to  him,  but  what  did  he  know. Â
âI am the slytherin team.â It still didnât make as to why he was here. She was pretty sure this was a closed practice, one of the few perks to her parentsâ journalism passes. She should bugger off to the changing rooms when theyâre all done, talk them up more. âYer not on yer team yer not. Donât think so, Iâd recognize ye more but yer face is more like blurry to me.â
arden had rolled her eyes at the generalization. she was loyal to her team, it was clear that they didnât feel the same but it didnât matter. what did was what happened on their pitch here. arden knew that she was good, she didnât need to prove her worth, but in her dreams, she had hoped that she would be on that paper on the team that she had supported since she was a kid. âwell, looks like iâll have to figure out somewhere else to go.â she was mainly talking to herself, exiting out of the conversation mentally but she was trying not to be rude.
âYeâll absolutely need to find another pitch.â Emma narrowed her eyes, squinting to look over the pitch. She could make out the wee outline of her dad and the seeker still working through questions. It meant sheâd be stuck here for longer, it meant that watching the practice would be delayed. Sheâd rather have a move on it all. âTheyâll be using it here for hours, all night if they need.â It was known to be intense at the Bats and Emma had yet to seen that much first hand.Â
Quidditch bros - Whether these are teammates or mutual fans of Holyhead Harpies. Emma is unabashedly supportive of anyone involved in the sport, barring they donât mention her own injuries.
@rvbvstn Rabastan Lestrange - The best boi who helped her get back to quidditch with some tough love. Unfortunately, given circumstances things only got tougher.
@ardenconwayâ Arden Conway - They were closer back then. But this is now and Emma isnât sure how to feel about Slytherin anymore
@regulustxtâ Regulus Black - For means to an end - meaning wanting to win the House Cup. Sheâll take the best she can get and forget the rest
@mclfoyss Lucius Malfoy - Another situation of things being better in the past. Emma canât bring herself to view housemates as friends. But a team-mate is a team-mate, even if she will ignore it for now. At least he believes it
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How Are you Even Real? - Friends who donât get how such a doofy girl could be in Slytherin
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Common Room Tension Emma is a halfblood, happy-go-lucky gal. Her relationship to some of her fellow Slytherins can be quite tense. She also just thinks they take themselves so seriously and think who they are.
@bvrginsâ Kseniya Borgin - Emma is an instigator and Kseniya is a blossoming description of evil. Theyâre fights can seem childish until things escalate for the worse.
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Tutor - Sheâs trying to do better in school with OWLS around the corner, and she needs some help in several subjects.
@hvwliingâ Remus Lupin - Heâs too good for dealing with her. Thatâs all
Tell-All - Just her best girlfriend in the world, absolutely no secrets here between them.
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Similar Soul - Emma is made up of joy at her roots, she is ambitious in such a way that she desires to see herself succeed as well as others. Sometimes this isnât so clear because she does enjoy messing with people just a little bit. But this person sees that, knows that, and can enjoy it completely.
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Community - Emma can be quite caricature-ish  so I could see her in this sort of âmisfits/found familyâcrew of students of any background or interest.
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Crushes - She is the type of person to get a crush, never tell anyone about and just bury it deep down inside of herself and die with it Open Connection
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The beater who likely performed an illegal move -During the game, the bludger hit her in the rain, the move went unseen in the storm. Nobody could imagine where it came from through the stormy clouds. Maybe a stray shot? To this day, she does not know where the bludger came from.
Dolores Umbridge - Her reasons? Unknown. But it was a rainy game, stormy beyond belief. So nobody ever even knewâŠ
Anti-Captain - As Emma is coming back as quidditch captain. This is someone highly supremacist who does not want her to reclaim that title. Depending on who this is, I could see it playing out a few ways. Maybe just rudeness, maybe sabotage. Iâm open to anything.
      âWhat, I havenât checked the odds in a few days. Itâs not like I have a team I typically just⊠look at the odds.â He couldnât help laughing a bit at how worked up she was getting over a comment he made. No one ever took him seriously. âOh, well I donât care what the interview is about. I just wanted to see if I could blend in. I guess that answers that question.âÂ
âThatâs not enough, ye sound like ye donât know what yer talking about.â Of course he didnât. Emma just looked at him, he looked pointless almost. âYe stick out like sore thumb, donât know where ye are or where yer going, I bet. Yer show must be radio silence.â
arden had brought her broom out onto the pitch just to clear her head because that seemed to be the only way to do it. she didnât really know what to do with herself now that she was actually here, but the girl couldnât sit in one place for too long and by the time that she had actually wanted to do something there was an interview happening. so that squashed that plan. she was about to head out until she saw emma. broom in hand she had sauntered over towards her before quickly nodding. âmore of a holyhead harpies girl myself but thatâs cool.â her voice a monotone, squinting her eyes so she could see them more. âi was heading back anyway.â
âHarpies just...they just harp on, aye. Like I need to see them in the wee paper every morning for doing the same thing. Bats are in paper too, but thatâs because their beater keeps inventing new stuff and they canât decide if its against the rules or not.â Plenty of rules in quidditch, Emma memorized most of them when she was about nine. However, some of them just didnât really matter or apply in modern day. âTheyâll be practicing much longer anwyayâ
      âDo you have to be so much?â he asked. Heâd always been someone who liked subtleties. He was tired and didnât feel like continuing this conversation, regardless of how Emma felt. âYouâre just a lot. And no, I canât talk. Not to most people anyway.â That wasnât true, Silas was decent with people and didnât mind talking to them, he preferred people who were more subtle. âStop calling me that.â He sighed. âI donât know, are you having a pleasant conversation with me?â From where he was, this conversation couldnât be that great. âHow would you know that my face smells bad?âÂ
âActually Iâm pretty wee in size, arenât I? Thatâs not so much. Maybe ye just donât have a personality, Sally.â Emma crossed her arms, not buying his explanation. âSeems like a perfectly lovely conversation to me, but youâre a grump with a smelly face so what do I know? Except that Iâm right.â Of course she would never smell his face, what was wrong with him?
  Ramona shoots Emma a bored look. âIâm just here to watch. Those boys are fit,â she responds, eyes turning to the players flying around the pitch. She definitely wasnât interested in the sport, thats for sure: Quidditch is boring. She turns to Emma with a grin. âDo you know any of them? Do you think theyâll come over?â
âTheyâre all sweaty, catch yerself on. They feckinâ stink bad.â Emmaâs hand came to support chin, squishing against one cheek while her eyes just barely turned to see the other next to her. âAye, Iâve been here since I was a weeâan. Me dad is doing a report on them again. And no, they wonât come over to ye. They donât know ye and theyâre practicing, they are.â
arden had brought her broom out onto the pitch just to clear her head because that seemed to be the only way to do it. she didnât really know what to do with herself now that she was actually here, but the girl couldnât sit in one place for too long and by the time that she had actually wanted to do something there was an interview happening. so that squashed that plan. she was about to head out until she saw emma. broom in hand she had sauntered over towards her before quickly nodding. âmore of a holyhead harpies girl myself but thatâs cool.â her voice a monotone, squinting her eyes so she could see them more. âi was heading back anyway.â
âAye well, harpies arenât here right now, use yer eyes.â Emma blurted out. She re-adjusted herself on the bleachers. Usually interviews with her dad were fun, but this one was mad private and she was stuck out here alone. She figured they may come out to practice again soon after. It had been years since she was a weeâan sneaking into their changing rooms, stealing uniforms. âYeah, yer not getting out there today. Theyâre loosing training season time for this and theyâd be taking back to the pitch right after.â
      âIâm probably not,â Otto vaguely remembered reading a sign that said DO NOT DISTURB, not that heâd ever paid attention to signs before. âThe Bats, eh? I hear their odds of winning are pretty high this year.â Otto shrugged at the question. âDonno, Iâm bored. Trying to find new content for my show.âÂ
âAlways is, they always win. Catch yerself on, itâs not exactly a rumor mill, theyâve got the feckin stats to prove it.â Emma eyed the funnily appearing fellow before her. âAye, well thatâs me dadâs interview thatâs happening over there. Itâs not for your wee ears. Donât care what yer show is about.â
      âThat isnât my name,â he protested. Talking to her was like talking to a brick wall. He balled his hand into a fist. Not that he knew how to fist fight someone. He wasnât grumpy. Silas was tired and irritated. He wasnât drunk enough for this conversation. Though maybe if he was more drunk, heâd be a little more loose lipped than he was already being. Silas didnât talk about his opinions with people. âIâm not grumpy, youâre justâŠâ he scoffed, pointing to her as if that conveyed all his feelings. He wasnât going to let her get the best of him. âYou donât know everything,â he told her. Why was he still talking to her?Â
Emma pointed back at him, pulling an exaggerated face of mocking confusion. âWhatâs that supposed to be? Ye canât talk right then either can ye?â She wouldnât straight up says he knew everything, but she probably wasnât far off most of the time. People showed themselves pretty easily. âIf yer not grumpy, then Iâm what? Pointy? But yer the one pointing, yer are. Silly-ass McPointy. And that makes ye seem grumpier. Iâm just having a pleasant conversation with ye, am I not? Gave a sweet and nice name and ye act like I told ye that yer face smells bad.â
      â  me  ?  â  arthur  questioned  as  he  looked  behind  him.  â  oh,  iâm  just  looking  around.  not  a  quidditch  pro  myself,  but  obsessed  with  the  sport.  i  mean,  who  isnât  really.  â
âLots of people donât, theyâre imps...â her eyes narrowed as her voice cut off, not sure what to address him as. Right he was the wee weird one from Gryffindor, too old for her to know and clearly too uncoordinated for quidditch if her memory served her well. âWesley.â
where: waiting for her dad to finish a work interview
âIâm allowed to be here. Me dad is doing a wee profile on their seeker over there. See?â She pointed over in a vague direction. âBallycastle Bats. Thatâs my team anyway. Whatâre ye doing here?â @beforedawnstartersâ
      âIâm aware, but that does not mean I have to go around talking about them with people. I can keep my opinion to myself. Also, thatâs not my name. I prefer Silas.â He tried not to make enemies. Sure, he wasnât friends with muggleborns and his list of non-pureblood friends he had was slim, but he didnât like to make enemies. Having them was difficult to navigate situations that might arise later in life and he preferred not to make his life more difficult than it already was at times. âRight, because you know everything about whatâs going on in my mind. That makes sense. And quit calling me a grump. I am reserved and quiet which does not make me a grump.â Although he was starting to feel like he was getting grumpy.Â
âYer name sounds like Silly-ass more than I thought then.â Emma shrugged, that would just have to be his name then. it made the most sense in the end anyway. Eyes narrowed to the boy, he was pretty ridiculous she decided. âAye, I do. Donât ye know that I know abso-bloody-lutely everything ever, catch yerself on. And the more ye talk ye sound grumpier so donât like about it. If yer a grump yer a grump and yer not going to change that by just saying it, yer not. Yeâd have to prove that but if yer a grump that I donât think yer going to even try. So go be yer grump-self, Silly-ass.â
â i didnât say that they were difficult, i just said that i was focused on them, unlike some people who wasted their time on things that wonât matter when we leave these halls. â she rolls her eyes. catherine has always valued academics over relationships of any sort, and anyone ignorant of that tends to get on her nerves easily. â then i suppose weâre going to have to get used to the company, because i donât plan on going anywhere anytime soon. â
âHow much focus does it take ye to look at a silly piece of paper.â Emma laughed with her arms crossed. âMaybe yer eyes are all small so it takes longer, aye?â The value of academics was secondary. Yes, she cared because she had to. But a sharp mind was worth more than the parchments lead on. âFine with me as long as ye donât decide to start studying since yer in love with textbooks.â