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Post by mollie colette podomore on Feb 10, 2011 13:26:41 GMT -6
  After leaving the common room, Mollie headed straight for the Quidditch Pitch. She needed to practice. It was a nice getaway for the teenage girl. She walked there, seeing some of her peers on the way. She paid no attention to them. It was a cold Sunday, but not cold enough to not be outside. It was a nice cold. She suspected that a large part of the student body would be in Hogsmeade, maybe shopping for some early Christmas presents. Mollie was not. She would probably tell herself to not procrastinate and do it the next weekend, but she would end up not doing so and go shopping about a few days before Christmas.
Mollie flew up on her broom. She was stressing a bit over Quidditch, N.E.W.T.s, reality and just about anything she thought about. She was enjoying her final year at Hogwarts, but she was a bit sad that soon it would be ending. The bitter cold whipped around her face as she flew in the air. Half of the time she came up here was to practice for the Quidditch games that were coming up. The other times she was just relaxing. Right now? Oh, she was practicing. With her younger brother as her team's captain, she found herself stressing over this as well. Mollie did not want to be captain because if she thought she was stressed right now, just being a part of the team, she couldn't imagine her brother's stress as their captain.
She was a chaser on the team. She had been on the team for three years. She joined the team as a chaser in her fourth year, and stuck with it until now. She loved it! Did she want to pursue it as a career? Probably not, but it was a nice thing to occupy her time with. She threw some Quaffles she had conjured up into the hoops, but it wasn't as much fun - or worth it for that matter - without a Keeper to try to keep them from going in and scoring a point.
tagged. sturgis podomore!
outfit. click.
notes. la di daa. 
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy * |
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Post by bay3 on Feb 10, 2011 15:55:39 GMT -6
 Sundays were perfect for sleeping in late, and procrastinating doing your homework. Sturgis had Charms, Transfigration and Potions homework, but he decided that rather than doing it now, he would do it after going out to the Quidditch pitch to fly around a little. Maybe he'd run into some of the team members and they could have a little unofficial practice. He figured it wouldn't hurt the team to practice a bit more. Not that they were bad, not at all, the other teams were just very good, and Sturgis was worried that they might have some trouble with them. It was mostly the Gryffindor team that concerned him, they didn't seem to have a weak player, their Chasers were all in perfect sync, their Beaters were ruthless, their Keeper vigilant, and it seemed that their Seeker barely had to try to catch to Snitch.
A chill wind blew by as he walked down the grounds to the Quidditch pitch, his broom over his shoulder. It was a nice day, clear sky, without too many clouds, and just a slight breeze. Absolute perfect flying conditions. And he wasn't the only one who thought so. As he walked onto the Quidditch pitch Sturgis saw Mollie on the other end of it, throwing a Quaffle through the hoops. He smiled to himself, glad that his sister had the same idea as him about practicing, and swung his leg over his broom. He kicked off and bent down close to his broom, urging it forward as fast as it could go. The wind was rushing through his hair and he laughed in exhilaration as he shot right past Mollie, narrowly missing her and looping around the hoops before pulling his broom to a sudden half in front of her.
His hair was windswept and he was laughing to himself as he pushed it out of his eyes. "Well Mollie, I'm glad I'm not the only one on our team who knows that we need to practice more if we have any hope of beating Gryffindor," He said, quite glad to see that despite her having N.E.W.T's at the end of the year she still had time for the team. "Though I have to say, you're not going to get much practice without a Keeper." When Chasers were practicing without a Keeper, it wasn't really practicing, it was throwing a ball through a hoop over and over again, really not that exciting, and not very productive either. "That's where I come in. Me, with my dashing good looks and amazing Keeper skills, will foil your ever plot to get the Quaffle through the goal posts."
Tagged: Mollie
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Post by mollie colette podomore on Feb 10, 2011 18:34:09 GMT -6
Right before Mollie threw another Quaffle towards the hoop, a gust of wind came and jerked her and her broom forward. She looked toward where the person who had zoomed extremely close to her shoulder. Though she probably should have known by the laughter that had happened right as he almost knocked her over, it was Sturgis. Sturgis was her little baby brother and ironically, her Quidditch team's captain. Figures the two siblings would have the same idea to come outside and practice. Don't siblings think alike? The two weren't as extremely close, but they were close enough to consider each other friends.
Mollie enjoyed teasing her brother. She would pester him to no end whenever and wherever she could. The only place that she didn't was at Quidditch practice. He was fully in charge and the "head honcho" during those practices. Why? He was captain, a level of authority over the seventh years, sixth years, and so on. Seniority did not matter when it came to the captain. Normally, Mollie would have thrown a huge fit over this, but her brother knew what he was doing. Although she probably would not admit it to his face, he was indeed a really great Keeper and a captain. But he was her little brother, she wasn't going to tell him that. That's just against the rules of sibling rivalry.
She brushed her hair out of her face, her left hand still gripping the broom. "Thanks, Sturgis?" She questioned at him, "But sadly it's the truth." The Gryffindor Quidditch Team was incredible. All of their members were there because they were great at their positions. Although she wanted to get great scores on her N.E.W.T's, she wanted to win her last Quidditch tournament. She felt like she was wasting time without someone good blocking the hoops. "Ha," she sarcastically commented to herself, "Just get ready to practice, Captain."
tagged. sturgis podomore!
outfit. click.
notes. la di daa.
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy * |
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Post by bay3 on Feb 16, 2011 5:28:09 GMT -6
Sturgis was determined that this year he would prove that Hufflepuff wasn't just a joke of a team not to be taken seriously. Just because in the past Quidditch hadn't been their strong point, didn't mean it couldn't be now. All he had to do was whip his team into good enough shape to give Gryffindor a challenge, then even if they didn't win, he would consider them a success, winning would just make it better. "I'm not saying we're not good Mollie, we are," She said with a shrug, "But Gryffindor are better and you can bet that Potter will be working with them like mad, he wants the Quidditch Cup bad, and I'm afraid that if we don't get ourselves up to their level their going to snatch it from us easily."
Sturgis might be sounding harsh, saying that their team could be beaten so easily, but he was being honest. It wasn't the Captain's job to lie and say they were going to win when they didn't have a snowball's chance in hell, it was the Captain's job to tell the team how far they had to go, and then make sure they got there. Sturgis wasn't going to say that he thought they could be Gryffindor at the moment, because he knew they couldn't, and if they wanted to be able to they were going to have to work harder than they ever had in their lives.
He was glad to see that Mollie realized this, even though it wasn't an official practice, it could still be beneficial to both of them, and if any of their team mates had the same idea, well that was just for the better. He was glad to see that Mollie was confident in her abilities, because she was a good Chaser, and working to get better didn't mean thinking you were crap, it meant striving to do better no matter what. "I've been ready this whole time Mollie," He said with a grin, flying in front of the hoops in a slightly lazy loop, giving the impression that he wasn't quite alert, when he was actually ready to jump into action at any moment. It was a tactic he used to disconcert the other Chasers, act like you aren't paying attention, and then surprise them when you make a miraculous save.
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Notes: I am so sorry this took so long o.O
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