unstoppable inertia

gwenog jones || seventh year captain of the ravenclaw quidditch team. beater alongside ludo bagman. holyhead harpies hopeful. coming to life when flying, finding comfort in arrogance, not being able to contain your laughter, sports bras and sneakers, board games, the colour blue, smudged eyeliner, losing your voice from yelling too much, always winning, punching walls, feeling rather insecure.

[unbeatablejones]

Ludo: Oh, hey! We were just looking for a place to, uh...

Gwenog: ... boink.

Ludo: Yep. Boink. That's my preferred term for it as well.

[unbeatablejones]

James: So how'd you convince my friends to betray me? What did you offer them?

Gwenog: I asked them if they wanted to embarrass you and they instantly said yes.

[boxesofpepe]

get to know me: favorite fictional characters → captain raymond holt (brooklyn nine-nine)

[unbeatablejones]

daenatravers

familiar voice travels through the corridor but it is only when it is too late that daena realises who the voice belongs to. dark tresses, beautiful features and lips the slytherin would never be able to forget ( even if she wishes ) as it had changed it all. she had avoided gwenog since their lips touched. the incident pushed far back in her mind, far, far, away, but when the ravenclaw stood infront of her –– the memory came back ( & almost gave her whiplash ).

& it is too late to avoid now, there is a need to reply even if the words weren’t made for her to hear ( she assumes ). thus, she lets her reply be a sigh, an eye-roll and an attempt to simply walk by.

Gwenog was never very good at what came after a drunken hook-up. With guys, it was easy. No matter the awkwardness she felt, they would always manage to piss her off again and it would be back to bickering. She’d only ever hooked up with one person who was neither a guy or a girl, but she didn’t think her behaviour in the case of Lily Evans was in any way a positive reference point. And girls-- well, she hadn’t figured out the girl part. She didn’t personally think it was a problem. She liked kissing people. She liked kissing girls. But she found sometimes that those girls didn’t like being reminded that they’d kissed her, and as ridiculous as she found this, she didn’t much want to spend time around someone who regretted snogging her, so she tended to give them the same silent treatment they gave her.

Daena Travers was one of those cases. Except now, here she was, sighing and rolling her eyes as though Gwenog had said something inane. Gwenog turned sharply on one heel, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. The person she’d been talking to waved goodbye, and Gwenog was able to give her full attention to the girl in front of her. “Problem, Travers?” she asked.

[unbeatablejones]

xenolovegood

“I’m not surprised. Most bets are against him, and money doesn’t lie.”

“How much have you and Ludo got going on this?”

[unbeatablejones]

mischiefs

James grinned at Gwenog, the awkwardness that she clearly felt written all over her. “No one’s a match for you, Eggnog,” he smiled, letting out a laugh. “You’ve gotta admit, tactically, it was a decent game. Lotta near-catastrophes, yeah, but I like to focus on the bright side.”

Two sides of Gwenog warred: the part of her that lived for praise and the part of her that wanted to murder James Potter. No one’s a match for you. Despite herself, the hummingbird part of her started to go pitter-patter again, and she resisted the urge to stamp her foot in frustration. Instead, she focused on the second part of his speech and filed away her frustration for use in her next practice session with Ludo. 

“I guess it’s easy to focus on the bright side when you win,” she said. “If Emma had been captaining, it would have been a different game.” Not that she didn’t think Talkalot was a good captain-- she certainly had that ruthless Slytherin strategy going for her-- but Emma knew how to whip the team into a unit.

[theflavourofyourlips]

[wordsnquotes]

Was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived?

Ruta Sepetys, Between Shades of Gray (via wordsnquotes)

[unbeatablejones]

“Huh. You’d think he could take a hit better than that.”

[pcttered]

James swooped down lazily on his broom, a smile of admiration stretched across his face. The crowd rushed the pitch, students clamoring about below him. He was about to land himself and go give his team some heartfelt congratulations when he felt a tug on his robes. He looked to see someone grabbing at the fabric from below him, urging him down. James let himself descend a bit more until he hovered just a few feet off the ground, sitting on his broom to face the person before him. “Great game, huh?”

[unbeatablejones]

Gwenog was particularly grateful as she saw Madam Wood pull James down to the ground. The sight of him swooping about lazily made her heart beat more quickly than usual, and she didn’t want him somehow noticing and calling her a hummingbird again. Still, now that he was on the ground, she had far too good a view of his hair, still windswept from the match, and she was forced to consider whether this might be worse than the flying.

Still, she tossed her head and crossed her arms when he turned to speak to her. “Not bad, Potter. Of course, your beaters will be no match for me and Ludo, but it’s not like that was ever a possibility.”

[ludobagmcn]

“Shit!” Ludo swore, suddenly standing to crane his neck and watch Marlene just barrel roll her way out of Anthea’s bludger. “Did you see that?” he demanded to nobody in particular, dropping back into his seat with a low whistle. “If it wasn’t Mars, Anthea would have taken her head off.” Ludo didn’t know anyone but Marlene fast enough to pull off a move like that, but then again, he didn’t know anyone but Marlene who could drive Anthea to that level of ferocity with a bludger.

[unbeatablejones]

Gwenog added a note to the parchment she had on her lap, nodding in agreement at Ludo’s comment. “Uncharacteristically good aim from de la Fuente,” she agreed, knowing she was being a bit unfair in her assessment but not particularly caring. Something about Anthea took away all of her semblances of professionalism. “We’ll have to work out a way to lock onto Marlene, though,” she said, mind whirring as she worked through her back catalogue of strategies-- she thought there might have been a particularly good play by the Brazilian beaters in 1963 against an Irish chaser who did a barrel roll, but she’d have to look it up. 

She watched as James did a neat maneuver that practically floated him above yet another bludger and wrote with a stronger grip than usual, the tip of her quill practically ripping through the parchment. “Come on, Rosier,” she muttered.

[closedrod-blog1]

“This fight club is a great idea until someones buddy gets their ass kicked, people start jumping in, and a full out riot breaks out. I’m down for that though.”

[unbeatablejones]

Gwenog privately agreed that the fight club didn’t seem like the most sustainable of ideas, and she was still worried that they’d be caught and her Quidditch career would be thrown down the toilet, but her anxiety over the upcoming match against Hufflepuff had hit a limit when she’d nearly hexed a first year who asked to borrow a quill. Ludo wisely suggested she blow off some steam, and now here she was. She wasn’t too keen on fighting Emma, since she knew the other girl fought a lot more than she did, but at least in a standardized fight club she had less of a chance of getting injured in a way that would seriously jeopardize her performance in the match. She now stood waiting as another pair of students faced off in the makeshift ring. She couldn’t help but overhear Rodolphus Lestrange’s comment and she replied distractedly.

“A riot could be hard to conceal from professors.”

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