Mordred took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet fresh air. He loved being outside and in this secluded little alcove he felt the most in tune with nature.
Morguase, if your not busy or anything want to practice outside today? It's lovely out
Morgause sat down, leaned against one of the posts, polishing her broomstick as she waited for anyone to arrive.
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“Seeker at the ready!” Tasha ran down, pulling the broom between her legs and kicking off.
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River trotted out onto the field, broom in hand, “I hope I’m not late,” she cried, “Or too early. It’s so hard to keep track some times; what day is it?” She smiled at Morgause, “Have we done the bit with the minotaur yet?”
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Startled, the blonde watched Tasha shoot through the air, and with a wide smile kicked off right behind her. “Who do you want to help practice, me or you?” Morgause called over the wind.
“Maybe.” Morgause said on her broom. “But that’s only if no one else wants the position, and of course, if you can keep up with me.” Turning to River with a smile, she whispered, “And yes, we have done the bit with the minotaur.”
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“Well I’ll do my best then.” Jim said with a slight roll of his eyes, mounting his broom and kicking off into the air. Since Martin had practiced with him he’d done some work on his own, hopefully that’d be enough. This was just something to kill time, as it was.
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“Ah, I didn’t know you played Jim. Beater suits you.” Tasha added with a smirk
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“Alright, here is a good practice method—and testing method—for us beaters. I like to call it beater bat. I will hit the beater towards you, and you just have to hit it back towards me.” Without giving him time to adjust, Morgause swung her bat back and smacked the bludger towards the younger Slytherin.
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Jim eyed Natasha before shrugging. “I really didn’t up until recently, but i’ve learned I’m fairly decent.”
He was about to give some word of understand before the bludger was sent his way. He quickly lifted the bat, pulling his arm back and striking it back at her with all the force he could muster up.
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Morgause hit the ball back with jarring force, shouting towards him. “Try not putting any wrist in it, it’ll give you a harder force and a bit of topspin!”
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Jim nodded at her words, adjusting his grip on the bat slightly before he sent the bludger straight back at her, harder then his previous hit.
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“Better! Now try leaning back when you hit, careful that you don’t slip off!” Twisting around, Morgause hit it blisteringly hard, so that the onlookers could only see a streak of black speeding towards the younger beater.
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“How about you try and hit me?” She winked, thinking of the twist. She could show it off to her own team after all!
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Jim did as she asked, though still floundered a bit, leaning back as he struck the ball, the force of impact jarring him slightly, but otherwise he struck it back with a decent amount of force.
“Natasha, I’m trying to show what I can do, not try to knock out our seeker,” he said with a small hint of ice in his words, though mostly from frustration as he tried to concentrate on the bludger.
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“Now Jim,” Morgause called out with a wicked smile. “This next bludger I send you, I want you to aim and hit at Tasha with all your might. Can you do that?”
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Jim looked to Morgause curiously before a bright smile of his own appeared. “Alright, whatever you say, Captain.” He turned his attention to Natasha, gripping his bat, ready to swing.
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Winking at him to know that she knew he had caught on, Morgause smashed the ball towards him, eyes glowing gold with the impact.
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He couldn’t hide his smile as the ball neared. He swung the bat, sending the bludger hurtling straight toward Natasha.
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She dipped, it shooting over her head. She began circling and twirling, they circles getting smaller and smaller, waiting for Morgause to try again.
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Jim didn’t hesitate, with her twirling and circling he waited till she came around a second time before sending the bludger to a position he’d assume she’d be in, rather then where she directly was, arriving to the spot just as she did.
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Feeling the dust rising into the twister, she shot out, the bludger clipping the back of her broom. Both her and the twirling dust cloud came towards Jim, she tucked in tighter to the broom. She could feel the twister following her.
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Jim cursed slightly as the bludger merely skimmed the broom, however seeing the twister approaching his eyes widened and he pulled back on his broom, shooting up and around her.
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The twister trailed off onto the watching crowd, covering them in dust. She gave Jim a smirk and a wink. “I told you not to underestimate me. That was the Poliocov twist, learnt it last year. It’s a new thing but thought we could use it in the first game?”
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Jim idly watched the twister until it dissipated, he swung around to pluck up the ball again. He wanted to be fully irritated with her, but he supposed the move was impressive. He rolled his eyes all the same. “Right. If you can somehow work that into the game, and still get the snitch, good for you.”
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Irene flew right in the middle of the Quidditch pitch with a smile on her face and a laugh filling the air. “Sorry I’m a tad late, I actually showed up to a class, and I was a little side tracked.” Irene winked over at River, assuming she knew she was playing a trick and having a little fun.
“So who is try to steal beater from me?” Irene giggled, she’d heard someone else was trying out for her desired position. A little competition was always welcomed.
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“I’d watch out if I were you Jimmy dear, you’ve got some competition for the beater spot.” She knew she’d impressed him, but he would never show it. It would be a mark of defeat.
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“Jim dear, hello. Nice to see you again.” Irene flew over to the 3rd year and smiled brightly, which changed into a smirk. “Who else is trying out today, anyone else I should be worried about?” Irene glanced over playfully at Jim and nudged him with her elbow. She didn’t take him as a Quidditch player in her first meeting with him.
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He sent a half hearted glare Natasha’s way. “Seems I do. ” He looked to Irene then, nodding a hello before replying her smirk with one of his own. “Irene.” He laughed shortly at her playful nudge. “Ah, just me I suppose.”
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“Wonderful. How long have you all been up in the air?” Irene looked to everyone else, she wondered how far they had gotten in their try outs.
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Tasha left the others to fly circuits, improving on her speed each time.
Hi, sorry for the bother, but I just wanted to ask you to stop mocking the Sherlock fandom. Yeah, people are pissed because a television series is coming out to compete with theirs, but there isn't anything wrong with that. These are personal opinions and you don't have the right to rudely contradict them. I am unhappy about Elementary, but you don't see me coming out rudely replying to posts. If you have read the books, you'll understand the anger and leave it be.
Ha ha ha I know you're lancasterscarlet so don't try
"rudely replying to posts" and I guess those messages you left in my inbox were just lily-scented kitty farts
No
Shut up
Stop being misogynistic
If you don't want to watch the damn show don't watch it
Mordred walked up the steps of the castle and into an empty classroom. Finally collapsing against the closed door he let out a big sigh his tiny body trembling. He had really blown it with sherlock, and Morguase was not going to be happy. Loosing control of his powers was one thing, but loosing control of himself was entirely another thing and they had a lot riding on him being seen as inconspicuous and weak. Pushing the darkness back down into the pit of his heart he concentrated on calming himself down. He doesn't want to hurt Morgana he thought to himself He doesn't want to hurt Morgana ....he doesn't want to hurt Morgana... but he does have something planned with the druid blood magic. He sat up straight at just the thought the shaking coming back.
Druid blood Magic
Druid. blood. magic
This was going to be bad, all bad especially if Sherlock didn't heed his warning. The druids only used blood magic if they were desperate, or just plain evil, and from the looks of the photograph he couldn't even begin to tell what was really going on let alone why the caster had done it. He didn't think there were any books in the library on Blood Magic, not that he had combed the restricted section as well as he probably should but just in case he probably should tell Morguase.
Morguase he whispered the golden tendril of light zooming to find her. Sorry to intrude like this but We need to talk.
