Uh-uh, Not My Division!

My name is Greg, but some people just call me Lestrade. I'm a sixth year Gryffindor, and hope to become the Captain of the Quidditch team this year. Watch out. Ebony - Unicorn Hair - 10 3/4 inch

[connieskaro]

As if any other beater would be half as good as I am.

I’m not sure I know what you mean by that.

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"Just that I hear Jack can run a tight ship when he wants. You might be practicing a lot."

[connieskaro]

Thinking? I know I am. What would they do without me as a Beater?

… Plus, I could use the distraction.

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"I think they'd just find another beater."

"Yeah, well you've got Jack as a Captain. I'm sure you'll have your hands full."

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

Gryffindor Quidditch Sign Ups

"Hello, hello! Yes I know you've all been waiting for this, but I only just made Captain! I hope you all appreciate the work I've put into this. Remember everyone can apply for tryouts, even you exchange students. Right now all positions are open except Keeper. Alright everyone, hope to see you out there on the pitch!"  Greg tacks an envelope with applications in it onto the notices board in the common room. "Remember, send the applications into me when you're done."

Gryffindor Quidditch Team Application

Name:

Year:

Flying Experience:

First choice in position:

Second Choice:

Why are you the best choice for that position?:

If you do not get chosen for your first choice, will you be content with your second choice?:

Quidditch is a practice intensive sport, if chosen, are you willing to commit to a rigorous training regimen? If yes, do you have extra classes or specializations that may interfere with practice?:

What do you expect to get out of being on the Gryffindor team, and why?:

Are you ready to absolutely crush the other houses and win the cup? Answer truthfully.:

[** Please note that roleplay wise, there will be no actual practices played out. These questions are to see how your character would respond to an official application. Please answer In-character to the best of your abilities and send the application through this account's ask box.]

[connieskaro]

In your dreams. 

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"So, still thinking of trying out for your team?"

[athleticgay-deactivated20160212]

Thanks. 

Oh, I don’t know. Do you want to look for me in the Gryffindor Showers? 

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"Uh, no, not me thanks."

"Hmm, yes well, do you have your eyes set on any of the Slytherins? As in, you hope they try out, not you know, in the flirty sense."

[athleticgay-deactivated20160212]

Congratulations, fellow Captain. 

See you on the pitch. 

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"Congratulations to you as well mate."

"Now Jack, I'm not going to have to watch the Gryffindor showers for you am I?"

[connieskaro]

Congrats. You’re still going to lose to Slytherin, but it’s the little things, I suppose.

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"I think I remember telling you that we'll definitely win."

"Don't worry, we'll try to make it seem like you guys tried... what was it that we said... oh yes, valiantly."

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"Yes! Whoo boy! Alright! I made Quidditch captain!"

"Take that nay-sayers!"

[badgerwatson-blog]

I just can't wait for quidditch to actually get started.

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"Oi, you can say that again."

"Put in my application for captain, they had some real dull questions in there."

[connieskaro]

I swear to Merlin,

[connieskaro]

Yeah, I probably would.

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"Unfortunately, its not like that hasn't happened to me before."

"Have you tried sending a 'no comment' letters back? I mean its possible that eventually they might stop all on their own if you don't respond, but wizarding reporters are persistent."

[connieskaro]

Incipient || Connie + Greg

[connieskaro]

Connie gave a quiet scoff, shaking her head and looking vaguely amused by his comments about her not being a ghost. She continued to stare out over the lake, not wanting to look at him, because she’d learned that not meeting people’s gaze when they asked her made it easier to lie and pretend she was fine.  ”Holmes was taunting me, yes. Immediately after I found out via the Daily Prophet,” she replied matter-of-factly though, internally, she was still seething, “I was emotionally compromised at the moment, so I fell for the bait. I’m sure everyone heard that outburst. I’m sure that’s what he meant to do, too— try to get me angry enough to attack him, and therefore get myself into trouble, probably even kicked out of Hogwarts.” She threw a quick glance at him, adding, “He and I don’t get along very well.”

She frowned, turning her head to stare straight ahead again. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke up. “You’re right, I haven’t been sleeping well. It’s not because of all of that, though,” she flicked one of her wrists, as she said it, “I just… Can’t sleep. Not peacefully, anyways.”

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"Yeah well, Sherlock's a dick." What he said was stated so matter-of-factly that it was obvious he wasn't just trying to make her feel better. "At one point he thought my name was just Lestrade. He didn't believe that Greg was my first name, thought I was using it to, I dunno, hide my identity or something while I was on vacation." He sighed in exasperation. 

 "Dreams and stuff?" Greg closed his eyes for a second as he fought back a yawn. "I'm glad I don't have very many. Nightmare's when I'm sick mostly." He'd hate to remember every dream he had, or have them every night... it would probably just mess with the amount of sleep he got anyway. 

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

Mail from the parents...

[athleticgay-deactivated20160212]

Commendable.

The thing is, they’re parents. If they weren’t stressing about you they’d be stressing about their inability to stress about you. It’s just sort-of their job. 

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"Doesn't stop me from hoping they relax a bit. Dad's a Senior Auror, so he's probably been put on the Skaro case, and if he is he'll need to focus."

"Dunno, just wish this was over already and everyone could stop talking about it. No more dementors, no more letters, no more people trying to heckle Connie and her siblings, and no more first years having nightmares..."

[connieskaro]

Incipient || Connie + Greg

[connieskaro]

Connie continued staring straight ahead, even as he sat next to her and as he asked the question she had anticipated he would ask. “I’m fine,” she lied, glancing at him with a small, forced smile. She turned her face back to look over the lake. She had gotten particularly good at pretending not to care, lately. “Us Skaros are heartless, after all. Or so everyone says,” she continued, her tone unclear as to whether she was being sarcastic or serious, “Haven’t you heard? Nothing gets to us.” A small frown, her hand closed into a fist and the slight, defiant jutting out of her chin right after she said it were the only telltale signs that she perhaps did actually care more than she was letting on.

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"I'd stop eating sweets for a week if that's the truth." He wove his fingers together, propping his chin up with the help of his knees and elbows. "Heard from John that Sherlock was acting like a child again and pushing buttons that shouldn't be pushed." Merlin he's a dick sometimes. Greg loved the guy like he was his weird, antisocial cousin, but sometimes... He shrugged. "And I'm pretty sure you've got a heart in that chest of yours, I mean, you're not dead. Unless you're a ghost with a really good handle on lookin' like you're alive."  

"That of course would be a feat among itself." He turned his head to look at her. "Obligatory answers and questions aside, you look tired. Tired means lack of sleep, and lack of sleep generally means somethings eating at you." He wondered idly if she had tried sleeping drafts before, maybe those would help her sleep. They certainly knocked him out when he needed to take one. "Though, I suppose you probably have some sort of best friend you talk to, so I won't be hurt if you don't want to talk."

[connieskaro]

I swear to Merlin,

[connieskaro]

  I suppose so.

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

" Don't know if I can help with prevention... I could think of more creative ways for you to dispose of them."

"But I feel like you'd just tune me out aftera while."

[connieskaro]

Incipient || Connie + Greg

[connieskaro]

"Good luck trying to prove me wrong," Connie replied automatically, sending a smirk back his way, "I have no doubt you’ll put up a valiant effort… but we’re still going to kick your asses.” She glanced back out over the lake, sighing softly and wrapping her arms around her knees, going back to her more usual frown. She’d gotten so used to pretending like everything was fine— changing the subject to Quidditch or something equally mundane, just to avoid talking about everything else. After all, what sort of teenager spent their time talking about the possibly-yes-but-possibly-not-prophetic nightmares they’d have every night?

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

Getting up, Greg rocked to his feet and moved to a spot near, and for the most part, next to Connie. If they were talking anyway might as reduce the chance of getting caught instead of continuing to speak to each other over a distance. He crossed his legs as he sat down again. It was hard to believe that Connie's father was out there somewhere, being hunted by Aurors... probably by his own father. Greg had gotten letters from his father telling him to stay away from the Skarro family, but, honestly, he wasn't as black and white as his father. He believed in the whole american ideal 'innocent until proven guilty'. 

"You doing okay?" Greg made a hesitant noise before asking after her sigh. He wasn't sure she'd answer, or want to answer, but he felt like he should ask. It had to be difficult, really truly difficult. She probably got a lot of flack around school. 

[connieskaro]

I swear to Merlin,

[connieskaro]

That won’t stop more letters from arriving.

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"No but, it could get some aggression out."

. "Like 'Ahh, piss off reporters'. -shakes his fist-"

[connieskaro]

I swear to Merlin,

If I get one more owl from a reporter asking me to comment on my father’s escape…

[gryphen-greg-lestrade]

"You should light them on fire. The letters of course, not the reporters..."