Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 4, 2015 19:52:24 GMT -8
Girls in blue quidditch robes gathered, chattering and glancing over at their Quidditch captain with smiles that had Casey floored. They all had to know he and Evie were engaged, so then why the smiles and giggles?
They had just had tryouts for a new beater, old one having been caught by the Inquisitorial Squad Casey had come to hate. This was his second practice since getting his broom back with Jamie's and Evie's help and he'd managed to keep Umbridge from finding out by having anyone who knew sign a paper, which unbeknownst to them til afterwards made it so that if they told anyone who didn't know, they'd end up with boils. Pretty good for rumor/gossip control; he had to remember it.
Somehow during his thoughts one of the girls had come up to him, tapping him on the shoulder. "Hi, Casey," she said with a semi-flirtatious smile.
"Hi, Jaclyn," he said boredly. Stupid girl. Would never leave him alone, too ditzy to take a hint.
"So, how'd I do?"
"You did...well, you were very...entertaining to watch. Err--" Casey answered, trying to figure out what words to use.
"You really think so?" she asked brightly, brushing some hair behind her ear, blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Uh...yeah," he said, fighting back a laugh as he recalled her tryout, Janice, her best friend, playing the other beater, being the one already on the team. Anywho, Janice had passed the bludger her way and Jaclyn had ducked and overswung at the same time, losing her balance and nearly falling off, sheer luck keeping her on as the broom turned with her gripping on, bludger hitting a chaser that was practicing. Her turning/rolling had gone on forever and ever, and it had taken all his will power to go check on the chaser and send him to Madam Pomfrey.
"Glad you did," Jaclyn answered, smiling shyly and shifting her weight.
"Yeah, uh, guess we'll see who made it within the next week."
"Yep."
Awkward silence, Casey because he knew she liked him and anything was apt to come out of her mouth or be done by her, Jaclyn because talking to her crush was almost terrifying. Besides, those blue eyes were so dreamy...
"So, Jaclyn, any reason you came to talk to me?" he asked after noticing the eyes of the girls in the group Jaclyn had been with were on him and they were fighting back giggles.
"Well, actually, they," she began, pointing to the group of girls, "were wondering if you'd come over and talk to them. They have something to ask you..."
It took quite some annoying dealings to find out what the girls wanted, but eventually he found himself dared to get Amie to talk, and not only talk but to yell.
"No way, no way, no way," Casey answered, shaking his head. Girls...they really were mean to one another.
"Aww, what's the matter, Casey? Afwaid your ex will bite your head off?" one of the girls teased.
Casey shook his head. "Absolutely not. I have NEWTs to study for, a fiancée to find, and a Quidditch player to choose. I'm not wasting my time. She'll talk when she's ready. She went through so much last year...."
Casey just wished someone would interrupt this all before it got worse...and so Jaclyn would have to stop staring at him like that...
They had just had tryouts for a new beater, old one having been caught by the Inquisitorial Squad Casey had come to hate. This was his second practice since getting his broom back with Jamie's and Evie's help and he'd managed to keep Umbridge from finding out by having anyone who knew sign a paper, which unbeknownst to them til afterwards made it so that if they told anyone who didn't know, they'd end up with boils. Pretty good for rumor/gossip control; he had to remember it.
Somehow during his thoughts one of the girls had come up to him, tapping him on the shoulder. "Hi, Casey," she said with a semi-flirtatious smile.
"Hi, Jaclyn," he said boredly. Stupid girl. Would never leave him alone, too ditzy to take a hint.
"So, how'd I do?"
"You did...well, you were very...entertaining to watch. Err--" Casey answered, trying to figure out what words to use.
"You really think so?" she asked brightly, brushing some hair behind her ear, blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Uh...yeah," he said, fighting back a laugh as he recalled her tryout, Janice, her best friend, playing the other beater, being the one already on the team. Anywho, Janice had passed the bludger her way and Jaclyn had ducked and overswung at the same time, losing her balance and nearly falling off, sheer luck keeping her on as the broom turned with her gripping on, bludger hitting a chaser that was practicing. Her turning/rolling had gone on forever and ever, and it had taken all his will power to go check on the chaser and send him to Madam Pomfrey.
"Glad you did," Jaclyn answered, smiling shyly and shifting her weight.
"Yeah, uh, guess we'll see who made it within the next week."
"Yep."
Awkward silence, Casey because he knew she liked him and anything was apt to come out of her mouth or be done by her, Jaclyn because talking to her crush was almost terrifying. Besides, those blue eyes were so dreamy...
"So, Jaclyn, any reason you came to talk to me?" he asked after noticing the eyes of the girls in the group Jaclyn had been with were on him and they were fighting back giggles.
"Well, actually, they," she began, pointing to the group of girls, "were wondering if you'd come over and talk to them. They have something to ask you..."
It took quite some annoying dealings to find out what the girls wanted, but eventually he found himself dared to get Amie to talk, and not only talk but to yell.
"No way, no way, no way," Casey answered, shaking his head. Girls...they really were mean to one another.
"Aww, what's the matter, Casey? Afwaid your ex will bite your head off?" one of the girls teased.
Casey shook his head. "Absolutely not. I have NEWTs to study for, a fiancée to find, and a Quidditch player to choose. I'm not wasting my time. She'll talk when she's ready. She went through so much last year...."
Casey just wished someone would interrupt this all before it got worse...and so Jaclyn would have to stop staring at him like that...