#slyqri

[hufvini]

*an owl flies in faster than it took for your own reply to even get to its destination* "I mean that's fine. I'm gonna be on the pitch anyway because I'm practicing still for the team. 'Illegal' Vini??? 'justice'.....I think the word you are looking for is 'justice'. See you when♥-- p.s: I hope you fly as fast as you walk. We all need to enjoy this moment after all, right?"

Haha, extremely funny. So funny I nearly forgot to laugh.

I'll do it sometime in the upcoming week.

[hufvini]

*an owl appears with nothing more than a sticky note barely kept in its grip* "but I think it's entirely fair that if I won the bet, /which I did Vini/.......we get a show and I know a LOT of witches and even wizards who would want to see you on your broom. the January weather is far too stuffy for robes anywho~"

It's raining. [* his head bumps his desk softly as he reads the reply. he reads it again in disbelief and then--] Aghghgh, why does this happen to me-- [* putting on a brave face, he flips the post-it note over. asking for legitimate signatures would draw unwanted attention... he just had to... hope for the best.] 

I'll do it.

[* he groans, staring at the quill writing by itself.]

But I'm not telling you when. 

[* more bumping of his skull against his desk.]

This is illegal.

[hufvini]

truth.

Prompt!Spell-a-word

Qri, 

My quill is shaking; please don’t.

This is serious.

I don’t even know what you’re talking about, of course they’re a great team — they played such a good game all season. And that bet was seriously a one off, you can’t actually expect me to come through on this? I thought it was a one-off jokey thing.

Please. Please.

And they almost won, they almost won Qri. I’m heartbroken they didn’t (they’re my Quidditch team, Merlin’s sake), and you take joy in willing me to add to this heavy and broken heart? I can’t. I can’t—

And it’s illegal. 

No-one wants to see me ride a broomstick naked anyways. 

[soyeonsly]

— ✦ fake plastic trees ↠ qri + soyeon

(-- inhaling the freshness of the cool breeze passing by, she steps on the court, her fingers laced in qri's as she drags her along not so gently, only letting go of her when they're both on the fake -- or let's just call it magic? -- grass covering the surrounding area. ) I thought it'll be much colder but the weather is actually nice. (-- she steals a glance at the other, squinting her eyes slightly before plunging forward and grabbing the end of qri's scarf, pulling on it lightly. ) Unnie-yah, I'm going to apply as one of the chaser's spots in our team. I really miss Quidditch, but I'm afraid I would screw up the tryouts. Are you in the team currently?