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Post by Ozzy Jenson on Apr 30, 2008 15:06:30 GMT
Ozzy swooped down and landed, mud splashing up his already soaked robes. He'd let most of his team go early due to the frightful weather but he'd stayed out, trying out new moves and dives, until the sky got so dark he could hardly see the broom infront of him. He climbed off of the broom, screwing his face up against the driving rain, and hurried to the changing rooms.
It was just as cold inside the changing room as it was outside, just not quite as wet. Ozzy stripped out of his wringing wet Quidditch robes and towelled himself dry. He slowly began pulling on a pair of blue jeans and his old grey sweater, sighing as the fabric clung to his damp skin. The sweatshirt was already hard to get on. He'd had it since he was about fifteen and it was about three sizes too small for him now, but still, he was only going back to school so it didn't really matter what he looked like.
He stuffed his wet robes into his school bag, making a face as he heard the horrid squelching sound. All his books would have a water stain on them now but after walking down here with the bag over his head, he was sure they'd be soaked anyway. Ozzy sat down on the wooden bench to pull some clean socks and his shoes on.
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Post by Ozzy Jenson on May 10, 2008 0:02:13 GMT
Ozzy sighed as he slipped his socked feet into his soggy converse. He'd trudged down to the Quidditch pitch in them earlier so they were already caked in mud and grass. He stood up and looked around for his bag. It was lying a few feet away on one of the other benches. He started towards it.
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Post by Victoria Stewart on May 10, 2008 0:04:21 GMT
*she sat watching, her books laying in her lap*
Wow...you...you're amazing. You know that?
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Post by Ozzy Jenson on May 10, 2008 0:14:14 GMT
Ozzy jumped about a foot in the air. He spun around on his heel, searching for the source of the voice. He finally saw Victoria, tucked away in one corner. "Bloody hell!" he yelled, cluthing his heart. "What the hell are you doing in here?" he asked, picking up his bag and throwing it over his shoulder.
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Post by Victoria Stewart on May 10, 2008 0:17:45 GMT
*she laughed softly*
I just wanted to tell you how wonderful you are...on the broom that is...
*she picked her books up and stood, walking toward him*
I'm sorry, if you want to be alone I can go...
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Post by Ozzy Jenson on May 10, 2008 0:23:21 GMT
Ozzy laughed and sank onto the bench. "No," he said. "It's fine." He ran a hand through his hair. He always felt awkward when people commented on his flying. He knew he was good, but somehow, people telling him made him uncomfortable.
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Post by Victoria Stewart on May 10, 2008 0:26:44 GMT
*she walked a bit closer*
Are you alright?
*she sat down next to him, laying her books beside her on the bench*
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Post by Ozzy Jenson on Jun 4, 2008 13:24:06 GMT
Ozzy chuckled a little nervously as she sat beside him. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired after the practice..." He smiled at her and stood up, turning to face her.
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Post by Victoria Stewart on Jun 4, 2008 15:12:25 GMT
*she smiled up at him*
I can go if you're tired. I just wanted to tell you how wonderful you were out there.
*she blushed slightly and looked away*
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Post by Ozzy Jenson on Dec 3, 2008 21:05:39 GMT
Ozzy smiled, trying to look relaxed. "Sorry, no, I;m not trying to get rid of you..." He bit a lip. "Want to walk up to the castle with me?" he asked, picking up his things. |
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Post by Victoria Stewart on Dec 6, 2008 19:46:09 GMT
*she smiled and stood up*
I would love to walk to the castle with you...
*she picked her books up*
Shall we?
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