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Post by Holly on Jan 24, 2009 21:38:05 GMT -5
Isabel soared high into the air and experimentally threw her Quaffle; it flew through the hoops at the other end of the pitch and she let out a cheer. "And Peakes scores!" She circled the pitch in victory lap then dove with skill and precision to the ground where her Quaffle sat.
Laughing madly as her broom went into a death spin, Isabel snatched her Quaffle and shot up just in time. When she finally slowed a good 50 feet off the ground, she steadied herself and looked around. It was a clear, beautiful day. Isabel took a great lungful of air and smiled. A few people on the grounds smiled and clapped as they lazily watched her little performance.
Tucking back a loose strand of her long, dark hair, she sighed. It wasn't any fun to practice by herself. She'd have asked O.J., but he was doing detention with Professor Weasley. Isabel reached back and tightened her ponytail. "Where is Tris?"she murmured to herself.
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Post by padfoot! on Jan 25, 2009 19:35:23 GMT -5
When Tristan rolled off his bed that morning, he looked outside his window and noticed the perfectly clear blue skies and figured today would be the perfect day for some practice with the snitch. Even if he were to be the only one out there, it would give him something to do for the afternoon, and take his mind off of wanting to find a way to tell Isabel about his not so new found crush on Tyler Wataloe, and his very newly formed relationship with him. He wanted to go to the ball with him, but he was still very apprehensive about people’s reactions to that.
Who could blame him? The hot shot Quidditch player, seeker for Hufflepuff since third year when the other one graduated, and since then had become one of the most popular Hufflepuff seekers since Cedric Diggory. He did not want to lose that reputation, but also figured anyone that really wanted to be friends with him they would even after they found out the truth. Other people were not worth it. But soon he was going to have to find out if his twin sister would have a problem with this…
Tristan got dressed, jeans that fit him just perfectly, not too tight because that was annoying when trying to ride a broom, but not big and baggy either. He put on a regular tee-shirt, which was a kind of stripped shirt, with the colors being royal blue, light blue and white. Not his favorite, but it would have to do. Then he pulled on his skater sneakers and grabbed his broom and left the dormitory and went down the steps to the common room, and then out the secret door to the halls.
From there he passed many people he knew, waving at most for acknowledgement, and just simply nodding at others. Some would say hey, and he’d call a hello back to them. Most people knew that when Tristan went outside for an afternoon of training he was in a certain state of mind where he just needed to clear his head. And that was exactly the case with this afternoon.
When he reached the Quidditch Pitch, he found a few people lazily seated in the stands, with their eyes to someone flying way above them. She was a chaser obviously, for she threw a quaffle across the field and into the goal hoops, and Tristan only knew one chaser that could do that from across the pitch; his twin sister Isabel. His suspicion was confirmed when the flying figure shouted, “And Peakes SCORES!” and took a victory lap around the pitch. He smiled at his sister, the two of them were such show offs with Quidditch.
After she had stopped in mid air after retrieving her quaffle, he smiled, and mounted his broom for a take off. As he did so, he looked up at her and even from the distance could barely make out the words, ‘Where’s Tris?' from her mouth. He flew up behind her, and said, “Looking for me?”
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Post by Holly on Jan 26, 2009 20:44:52 GMT -5
Isabel grinned when she heard Tristan's voice. "Aww there's my baby brother. Let's see if he can keep up with the big kids,"she teased. Isabel was exactly 5 minutes older than Tristan and she never let him forget it.
She swooped up higher and threw the Quaffle with all her might, which was a lot, to the other side of the Pitch. Isabel gave it a 5 second head start and streaked after it, her broom a blur. She snatched before it had dropped twenty feet. "C'mon. You're not onna let your big sissy beat you, right?" she playfully taunted. Isabel turned towards her brother. "You'e turn,"she said heaved it again.
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Post by padfoot! on Feb 6, 2009 8:35:41 GMT -5
Tristan smiled as his twin sister taunted him, in such a loving and sarcastic and annoying way all at once. Yes, she was one of the best chasers around, but of course, he was also one of the best seekers, or so he lead himself and his teammates to believe. He watched as she chucked the Quaffle across the field and after a few seconds zoomed off after it catching it before it could hit the ground. After a few seconds of gloating and getting him riled up, she threw the red ball once more across the field.
Watching it carefully, Tristan let it go for a few seconds, and then flew off after it, quickly as though he were about to win the match for his house. Then he did what he knew would surprise her and flew above the Quaffle, and then dangled upside down by his ankles holding tightly onto the broom with his strong leg muscles, and grabbed the Quaffle just as it started to fall. Yes, Tristan Peakes, was, and always will be a show off, and there is nothing that can be done to change that.
"Beat that, eh?" he said to her with a micheivious smirk on his face and laughed a little. "By the way that's not a challenge, because anything with a Quaffle and you will beat me. But lets see you deal with a much smaller and much harder challange," he said with a evil grin as he righted himself on the broom, and tossed her the Quaffle. He stick his hand in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a little golden winged ball; the golden snitch.
"Lets see how long it takes ya to find this flying high in the sky, shall we?" With that offer on the table, he waited for his sisters response to the challenge she would surely take.
OOC, sorry its short. x.x
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Post by Holly on Feb 7, 2009 11:01:25 GMT -5
Isabel grinned as her brother did a tricky show-off move. "Yeah, yeah,"she said sarcastically. "We all know you're amazing on a broom. Pretty much the best thing since Harry Potter." She laughed, knowing her brother loved to tease.
She smiled maliciously as he puilled out the Snitch. Isabel was always up for a challenge. "You're on,"she said. Her eyesight was incredible, and she had been known to tell the Seeker on her own team where the Snitch was, on occasion.
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