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Post by alexander on Jun 2, 2011 22:57:06 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love TAG: Kat MUSIC: Paramore ONE LAST THING: And away we go.
"You see, Mr. Maxwell, you could do a lot better. In fact, with some practice you might even make some use of yourself on the pitch. It is no small secret that I covet the cup, and this could be the year we obtain it. So, with no small amount of discussion, I have made arrangements for you. You see, there is a stubborn girl that could use some assistance in Charms. In fact, she could use a lot of assistance. With the approval of her Head of House, and your own father, we came up with an agreement. You will help her obtain a passing grade in Charms, while she will help you become a better player on the pitch. Day after next you are to be prepared for a two hour practice with her. You will be required to practice for two hours three times a week. Then, in a fortnight, you will do the same with helping her with her Charms assignments. There will be no discussion on the matter, as I am not asking you to do this. I am demanding you to do this. I will be assured that you will put forth your best effort. Do we understand each other, Mr. Maxwell?"
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He laced on the knee pads. It did not at all seem fair. He was not even given a choice in the matter. The owl from his father suggested that he make the most out of the situation and just go along to get along. Such a passive way to put it, but Alexander did not think he had much of a choice. He either went along to get along, or he quit the Quidditch team. He could not see himself ever quitting Quidditch. That was something his parents would not approve of, even if he did not like the sport much. He was a passable player, and did what he could to help out. So, if he had to spend two hours three days a week to learn some better techniques, then that was what he was going to do. Finally all his gear was on, and his broom was in hand. Alexander parted the curtain and walked up the path to the pitch. He did not have much hope for having a good night. After all, he hated sports and it looked like it might rain.
He stepped into the grass, and mounted his broom. The sky opened up before him and he soared into the air. At least he could fly, and was somewhat comfortable on a broom. He was not gifted with the talent of athleticism, but he knew enough to keep his balance and not fall. He moved around in a wide sweeping circle before touching down on the ground. Whomever he was to meet was late, and he secretly hoped she would not come at all. Then he could send word to his Head and tuck himself into bed with a good book. He sat down on the grass and laid his broom aside. After a few minutes he laid back and crossed his fingers under his head. He watched the cloud move in the evening sky, and wondered how long he should wait before he gave all this up as a bad cause. Before he knew it, sprinkles of rain dropped down from the sky. He closed his eyes and sat up covering his face. It was not heavy enough to soak him, but if she did not show up soon, Alexander was going to simply leave.
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Post by katevans1 on Jun 4, 2011 12:08:05 GMT -5
  "Miss Evans, you are aware that you are failing my class, are you not?" Katherine rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. Anger was beginning to build up inside her, swelling. She nodded in response. Of course she wasn't that stupid; she was fully aware that she was failing more than just charms. "I believe this is the third time I am reminding you of this-" Kat cut her off in mid sentence, "I'm glad you can count, but I have somewhere I'd much rather be right now." "Sit!" her professor demanded, pointing to the chair facing her desk. Kat crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes flashed citrine yellow and her pupils narrowed becoming feline-like. Katherine refused to take orders from anyone that believed that they were greater than herself. She shot a death glare at her professor, if looks could kill she'd be dead. Not bothering to ask her to sit again, the professor continued her thought, "Since you are failing your charms course and have not taken any action to improve your status, instead of letting you fail out of she school, I have decided to give you one last chance. I set you up with a tutor, another student like yourself because you have failed to listen to me in the past." Kat's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak, but her professor cut her off. "These are mandatory sessions. Failure to attend these sessions will result in your immediate removal from this school. The only thing keeping you here at the moment is your position on the quidditch team. So, in return for receiving tutelage, you will provide training for the other student." "When?" Katherine asked with a cold glare and enough ice in her voice to freeze over the Black Lake. "Three days a week, starting tomorrow." Before the professor even finished speaking, the girl stormed toward the door. A satisfied smirk appeared on the adult's face as she watched the red haired girl slam the door behind her.
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Katherine Evans dug around under her bed and pulled out her broomstick, cussing under her breath. She brushed a lock of cherry-red hair out of her face as she tossed it onto her four poster. The girl picked her beater's bat up off of the floor and strapped all of her gear on. She wanted to punch herself for failing charms now, not because she hated failing, but because she didn't want to go outside and teach some dweeb how to play quidditch. If they were on the team shouldn't they already know how to play? Guess not.
Kat grabbed her stuff and walked out of the dorm and up the concrete stairs to the exit. It would have saved her the trip if she was allowed to just apparate out of the school, like students were allowed to do at Beauxbatons. Katherine hated it there, but that was one of the few good things they allowed.
The girl stepped out onto the grounds. The sky around her was dark and murky like a dirty pond. Dark storm clouds started to roll into sight and tiny droplets of water began to fall around her. The first few seemed to evaporate as they hit her fire-red hair, the next landed on her nose. Kat clenched her teeth together and hissed slightly. This boy was going to have his arse handed to him on a silver platter for making a cat play quidditch in the rain. With her luck, the boy would be a beater as well, but it would be loads more fun if he was a keeper or a chaser. Seekers were too quick for her liking, though she used to be one. She became a beater soon after she discovered its therapeutic abilities for her. Kat was always one to calm her anger with violence.
The girl walked out onto the pitch and looked around. If this boy was going to keep her waiting, she would surely have to kill him. Finally, Katherine’s eyes flashed cat-like, a bright citrine yellow color, as the fell upon a boy lying in the grass. A small, devilish smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. She turned to the bench beside her where the quaffles, bludgers and the golden snitch were waiting to be released. The red-head opened the box carefully and stopped to think for a minute. Was she going to be mean? Or really mean? There were two things she could do to get his attention, neither of them were pleasant, but one happened to be more pleasant than the other. Kat placed her broom safely under the bench and gripped her bat with one hand. With the other hand she slowly unclasped the chains holding a bludger down. The bludger shot up in the air at Kat, but she was quicker. She swung her bat at it, slamming it in the direction of the resting boy. Rule number one: Be ready for anything.
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Post by alexander on Jun 8, 2011 9:48:11 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: Kat MUSIC: Paramore ONE LAST THING: You called me Hubby! <3
The sky had only opened up for small dots of rain to drop down onto his upward turned face. One landed on his nose, another landed on his forehead. Another landed on his chest, only this rain drop was much heavier, and filled with pain. He grabbed his ribs, and rolled to his side. A momentary spark of anger flashed through his mind, but was quickly covered by his own cold logic. He turned enough so he could see that the rain drop had been no rain drop but the rough smack from an object he had not been expecting. Finishing the circuit of his glance his eyes dropped onto the person who had sent the bludger his way. His chest ached, his ribs seemed to dance under his thin skin, and at the same time he was struck by the beauty that had caused so much pain. Her hair was bright, and red. Her eyes tinted with a flash of orange that Alexander was not entirely sure he had seen. She was not tall, but she was not exactly short. Alexander almost giggled when the next thought floated through his pain soaked mind. He thought of a golden haired girl sound asleep in the bed that was just right while three angery bears stood over her. The girl that had just caused him so much pain was just right. Alexander thought she might be perfect.
Alexander was much more daring in the comforts of his own mind. He could think things that he would never dare to say or do. In his mind he would leap off the ground as if there were no pain in the world, fling himself at her and wrestle her to the ground, and tickle her until her lips were blue. Then, of course, Alexander would kiss the color back into them while he forced the girl to fall helplessly in love with him. These things would be done by a dreaming Alexander who was full of confidence. Sadly, he was not asleep. He was not full of confidence. And, damn it, his chest hurt. Alexander tried to force som air back into his lungs, but it was more of an effort than he imagined he could handle. He made it to his knees as the rain started pouring down around them. His hair hung in long strainds with rainwater dripping off in rivets. His eyes closed as he pressed his hand to his chest. Alexander made his way to his feet, wobbled slightly, and then looked through the wet rungs of his hair to where the girl stood. Again, her beauty was almost more than he could bare. Alexander did not believe in love at first sight, in fact he did not believe in love at all. But, as cruel as this girl seemed, he could not help but feel the attraction almost immediately.
He nodded as the rain dripped past his eyes and locked his gaze onto her. His lips twitched and he almost smiled but his courage failed him and it ended up looking only slightly pithetic. With one arm wrapped around his side, Alexander bent and held his hand out for his broom to rush up to his small hand. His eyes lingered on her one more moment before he mounted his broom, and leaped into the air. Alexander did not care if he fell, he did not care if lightning hit him, and he did not care if this was his last action in life. He did not want this girl to know he was more than a little hurt, scared to play against her, and above all else, Alexander did not want her to know that he might love her. No amount of pain in this world would cover up the fact that he was more scared of emotions than almost anything else he had ever faced. He shifted his gaze into a cold, hard mask and turned in the air to face her. Alexander then said the most brave thing he might have ever said in his life, and followed it with a hard swallow.
"Wanna come up here and try that?"
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Post by katevans1 on Jun 10, 2011 20:29:32 GMT -5
Katherine Evans slammed the bludger in the boy’s direction. She smiled a bit, satisfied, as she watched it land on his chest and roll off into the grass. A small portion of her hatred seemed to dissolve slightly as she watched him clutch his chest and roll over. The girl smirked, “Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty,” she called over to him. Kat was definitely the devil’s spawn and she was proud of it. She watched the boy stand up and mount his broom with one arm wrapped around his chest. Good, she thought, he learned something already.
The rain started to fall in a thin sheet around them. Water droplets seeped into the girl’s red hair making it seem a shade darker than it actually was. The boy called down at her. “I would love to,” Katherine said as a devilish smirk played across her thin, pink lips. She held her hand out and the broomstick rolled out from under the bench and up into her hand. The girl mounted and kicked off, flying straight up in the air. Kat was a beast on her broom; she was as fast as a seeker with the coordination of chaser and the power of a beater. She was a force to reckon with when stepped onto the pitch. People normally underestimated the strength of the petite girl with the fire red hair; boy, were they wrong.
Katherine looped around and whizzed past the boy’s left ear. She dove down, plummeting toward the solid ground. At the last second, the girl jerked the handle of her broom to the right, swooping by the box and picking up a quaffle. Kat angled the broomstick upward and ascended at a steady pace, stopping to hover facing the boy with the jet-black hair. Her fire colored eyes seemed to burn brighter as she looked into the boy’s icy eyes. He seemed so familiar, but yet, she couldn’t pick out who he resembled. Water dripped off of the tips of the boy’s raven black hair, his eyes mesmerized the girl. A corner of her mouth seemed to be tugged back momentarily into a slight half smile, but that faded as quickly as it appeared, curling into a mischievous smirk. “I’m Katherine. What position do you play?”
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