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Post by ihuffedandipuffed on Jun 17, 2012 2:58:18 GMT -5
Jérémie Thomas Monet | [atrb=border,0,true] Jérémie was being typical Jérémie. He stood in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, white muscle shirt clinging tightly to his slender body, with a black jacket blowing in the wind. He thought it was very picturesque, but then again, he was probably wrong. He was used to being wrong, especially in Divination and Potions. His interest for those classes were pretty much the same as his interest for cow poop; none.
He probably should be studying for Charms. They were learning Accio and he wasn't sure he had it down quite right. It seemed once out of every ten times, it would bring something else that only sounded like what he said. For instance, yesterday at dinner, when he tried to summon himself his broom for Quidditch tryouts, it brought him a prune instead. Jérémie didn't know what he did wrong, but he did know that he didn't want the professor to be witness to such an event. Perhaps he would do it ten times right before class, so his once will all ready have happened and there would be no chance it would happened in class.
Jérémie scuffed the turf with his sneaker. The immaculate grass remained unharmed, and if it weren't for Jérémie standing right there, you would have never guessed someone was there. He was nervous. His right thumbnail was nearly chewed off, and even now he raised his hand to bite off whatever was left, not that he noticed, of course. He was a decent enough flyer, as his father had taught him during his first year so he could play on the team, but he didn't know if he did well enough on his tryout to make it. He thought that he had blocked most of them, but then again, there was the one where he fell off his broom going after and still missed...
He sighed angrily at himself. It was a stupid, rookie move and he shouldn't have tripped in air (honestly, who does that?) but what was done was done and he could only hope that it was overlooked and he was allowed to play on the team. He didn't know how his father would react if he didn't make it. It was Léo Monet's, and Jérémie's, dream. He didn't want to let his dad down. Jérémie's lip twitched into a frown of sorts, and he plopped quite ungracefully onto the grass, messing the top of his hair even more by running a hand through it and shaking his head. The Hufflepuff drew his knees up to his chest and looked longingly at the goal posts. He didn't know if he could stand waiting to hear the results. |
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Post by Sadie Madeline Wood on Jun 18, 2012 10:29:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]i never knew that daylight  WORDS 225 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED JÉRÉMIE NOTES BAAAD! The Hufflepuff Quidditch team had lost some of its key players due to graduations and tryouts had wrapped up the day before and the decisions weren't easy this year, Sadie heard. She guessed they might have to call some people back to tryout again. There were ups and downs to that. Sadie didn't let that bother her too much, seeing as she had studies to worry about.
Taking on others' advise to take a break now and then, Sadie decided to go out flying and perhaps practice a little on some new moves. Stepping out on the field, Sadie closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the light breeze. When she opened her eyes again, she noticed that she wasn't alone and blushed a little, even if they were far apart. After a moment, she recognized who it was. She didn't really know him personally but she had seen him around before. He was in her House, yes, but she was thinking more of yesterday's tryouts.
Sadie rolled her broom in her hands, unsure of what she should do; leave, start flying as if he wasn't there or go and talk to him. The latter seemed like the best thing to do. Heaving a nervous sigh, she walked over to him. "Um, hi." She said, grinning softly. "Jérémie... right?" Sadie added. could be so violent |
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Post by ihuffedandipuffed on Jun 18, 2012 12:11:39 GMT -5
Jérémie Thomas Monet | [atrb=border,0,true] He didn't know how long he had been sitting out there, fuming to himself and daydreaming about winning Quidditch matches. He figured he should probably get back to the dormitory and start studying. He began to pick himself up off the ground when a voice scared him.
The tentative hello was enough to knock him back down on his butt. He laid down flat on the ground and stared up at her, eyes wide. "Er, uh, yeah," Jérémie stammered, utterly taken aback she had remembered his name. He blushed now, feeling bad that he didn't remember hers. "I... I'm sorry... I don't really remember yours..." He twitched his lips into a nervous, apologetic grin.
His eyes lit up in recognition as he looked at her from upside down. Dark, nearly hazel eyes were watching him, blonde (or maybe it was brown?) hair that complimented her skin tone, and lips coated with makeup (What was that stuff? Lip... stick? Lip... gloss? Lip something. He wasn't sure.) set of triggers in his mind. Immediately he scrambled to his feet and tripped backwards a few steps, embarrassed to have been found in such a state by non-other than a Hufflepuff Quidditch member.
"You!" Jérémie cried, laughing. "You're on the Quidditch team!" He looked her up and down once more, his dark brown eyes taking in everything. She was taller than him, but just as skinny, with long, long legs and a frame that looked like it was built for modeling. "Ooooooh! I know you! I know you! It starts with an S..." He bit his lips, tugging on his hair trying to remember. Sarah? Sally? "SADIE! You're the chaser! You were at tryouts yesterday! Boy, those were tough! I hope I get in!" Jérémie rattled on and on in his nervousness. "Of course, I don't think I will. I think I missed more than one of the third years..." He trailed off. "But nonetheless I did my best!"
He noticed the broom in her hands. "Oh, were you going to fly? Don't mind me, Sadie. I was just thinking about going and studying for Charms... I mean, I'm sure I have it down, I'm actually pretty good at Charms, at least that's what the Professor says anyway, but it never hurts to be sure." Jérémie crossed his arms, biting at his right thumb absentmindedly, ready to take a step back and leave her be. Surely she wanted privacy and not a blubbering fool messing with her practice. ""I wasn't really doing anything except sitting here, anyway..." He sent her a salute and started to back off so he could run away before he made more of a fool out of himself, but tripped on his heel and landed on his butt. Too late; if she didn't think he was stupid before, she certainly thought so now. |
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Post by Sadie Madeline Wood on Jul 16, 2012 1:04:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]i never knew that daylight WORDS 303 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED JÉRÉMIE NOTES SORRY! Sadie stepped back with a small gasp when he fell onto the ground. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" She fused, worrying about him. Jérémie had fallen flat onto the ground and seemed to be alright but Sadie still approached him tentatively. He was awfully easy to frighten, wasn't he? She felt pretty about it; she hadn't meant to. "It's alright." Sadie shook her head. She hadn't exactly expected him to remember her name.
Just as suddenly as when he fell onto the ground, Jérémie was scrambling to his feet. Sadie flet her face get warm as she hugged herself against her broom when he started to point at her, repeating the word 'you'. What about her? What had she done? She hadn't done anything. Sadie was very good, besides when she went to parties in the castle. Jérémie eventually seemed to remember her and her name, and Sadie felt less shy for some reason but she still didn't break her embrace with her broom. He was still scaring her a little. It wasn't his fault though, Sadie was just like that, heck Ryder teased her about it from time to time. "Um, yes, I am." Was all she could manage to say when he went on about Quidditch and the team. "Yes, that was a rather unusual tryout setion..." She agreed with a grin.
Jérémie turned to leave and Sadie bit her cheek, shifting her weight on her feet anxiously as she tried to sum up some courage to stop him. "Wait!" She managed to get out. "Um, well there's going to be a second tryout soon and... I guess, I mean if you want to, I can... you know, help you... practice for it?" She ended, fiddling with her fingers out of her nervousness. could be so violent |
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Post by ihuffedandipuffed on Jul 16, 2012 1:40:47 GMT -5
Jérémie Thomas Monet | [atrb=border,0,true] Scare him? Ha! Like that would happen. "You didn't scare me," Jérémie boasted. "In fact, I was so struck by your beauty that i fell back in awe." A blush crept to his face. He definitely shouldn't have said that. It wasn't that she /wasn't/ pretty or that she /wasn't/ his type (did he have a type?), but, let's face it like a man here, she was taller than him, and quite frankly, that wouldn't look very good. "Ignore that," he grunted hastily, pretending to suddenly be interested in a passing cloud.
He was going to leave; really, there wasn't much for him to do there. She was going to fly and it'd be odd if he just stood there and watched her. However, she offered to help him practice for the second tryouts (assuming he even made the first cut) and that was an offer he could not refuse.
"Why would you do that...?" Jérémie asked hesitantly, glancing back to her face as soon as he picked himself up off the ground yet again. Maybe he should complain that the grass was too wet or that he didn't have the right shoes on - he glanced down at his untied shoelaces; maybe he could blame the shoelaces there? - and so he kept tripping. "I wasn't so hot in tryouts. Would I even make the first cut? Not to mention that honestly, you're what, a fifth year? Maybe a sixth year. I think you're a fifth year though, but my memory isn't perfect. Anyway, you're a fifth year girl hanging out with a fourth year boy. That has to cramp your style, right?" Why he was giving her so many excuses to /not/ help him?
His face screwed up in concentration. "If you're serious though, I can go get my broom. You don't have to do this. Just making that perfectly clear. This would be out of your own free will and I will have had no part whatsoever in your choice to do this." Jérémie told her, his bottom lip sticking out further than usual, almost hiding his top lip from view. |
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Post by Sadie Madeline Wood on Jul 27, 2012 14:01:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]i never knew that daylight WORDS 000 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED JÉRÉMIE NOTES SORRY! Struck by her...? Sadie's face went pale for a moment before her cheeks turned pink. Yes, it was a compliment and it was nice to get such a compliment but this wasn't something she got very often, or at least not like that. Ryder complimented her all the time and she blushed but this one wasn't from her boyfriend and was so blatantly put. It caught her off guard. It was a good thing Ryder wasn't around because he was the jealous type, not to mention that he was already pretty protective of her. She sort of needed him to be because she was easy to influence sometimes. She hoped that Jérémie wasn't going to be too persistent.
"Well, the tryouts weren't so good for a lot of people. So they're thinking about having a second round for people who wanted to show the team what they could really do." Sadie explained properly. "I don't really have a style to cramp, really... The Team needs good, new players and that's what's important." All that mattered to her was that she was still herself. The Team would still like her, her family would too, so would Ryder and all her other friends no matter who she decided to help practice with.
Sadie nodded. "I'm offering." She pointed out. "You can get your broom if you want, I'll grab a Quaffle and we can see what you've got?" Sadie was getting a little more confident now, Quidditch did that to her. She had a whole different side to her when she played the game. could be so violent |
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