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Post by Richard Lucas on Jun 4, 2011 23:59:49 GMT -5
Merlin, he missed this. The roar of the crowd, the wind in his hair, the bugs in his teeth... all of it. He even missed the occasional bludger to the head, although, of course, that was the very reason why Richard had to make his way through the stands to watch the game, rather than experiencing it on the field on the back of a broom.
He still loved the game, and he still enjoyed watching it, even if he could no longer play. And tonight, his old team, the Chudley Cannons, happened to be playing the Wimbourne Wasps, so of course he needed to be here. He still had some friends on the team, and he already had permission to come back after the game and visit with them. He would have gone before the game, but some of them saw him as bad luck, and he didn't want to jinx the team.
So Richard climbed up the seemingly endless stairs to the very top of the stadium, since, of course, these were the very best seats in a quidditch game. He didn't really think anything of it as he slipped into a seat next to another guy, about his age.
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Post by Adam Jensen on Jun 6, 2011 20:41:27 GMT -5
It was going to be a great day, Adam thought as he walked up to his seat at the match. Of course, any day to him that involved Quidditch was a good one. His friends might have thought he was odd for looking forward to when the Wasps were playing, but they were his favorite team and he would always try to see them. Most of his friends just didn't like Quidditch, however, so he forgave them.
Sitting at the very top was always his favorite place to sit, ever since Tom took him to his first game back when they were first years. It was what influenced him to play while in school, to have people cheering for him the way he cheered while watching. It upset him he never got noticed enough to be offered a spot on a team after graduation. But, Adam didn't let him bother it too much now; one day, he knew he'd be writing about the games, and that would be good enough for him.
He looked over as a guy sat next to him. He smiled at him, nodding a hello. "A great day for Quidditch, isn't it?"
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Post by Forrest Reinhart on Jun 6, 2011 21:48:30 GMT -5
(You all can ignore me... I just felt like Forrest should be there).
Forrest was sort of taking this game as a sign. He wasn't supposed to visit London for very long, just enough time to get a feel for the city, see if he absolutely hated it or not. The rumors were stronger and louder and more frequent now that he was getting transferred from the Australian Thundelarra Thunderers, where he'd been Keeper since he graduated school. He wasn't sure if this was a good switch or not, but the Chudley Cannons would be the team that received him, so he wanted to at least see them play.
And the fact they had a home game while he was in London... well, he took that as a very definite sign.
He sat a row in front of the two men, also preferring the top, but trying to be low key as well.
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Post by Richard Lucas on Jun 14, 2011 23:24:46 GMT -5
Of course, for a guy who had been injured and now suffered from vertigo while playing this very game, sitting at the very top of the stadium was not really very wise. He'd made it up the stairs easily enough, but now that he was up here, looking down at the field far below, he was realizing the folly of his decision. However, the alternative wasn't much better. Sitting down at ground level, having to crane his neck to look upwards would still cause problems, not the least of which would be a crick in his neck.
Richard clutched the handle of his seat and turned slowly to look at his neighbor, who had just spoken to him. "Yeah, perfect weather," he replied, managing a grin. "Slightly overcast... it's a quidditch players favorite weather. No sun glare to get in your eyes. Makes the Snitch harder to see without the sunlight shining on it. Should be a good game."
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Post by Adam Jensen on Jun 16, 2011 20:14:24 GMT -5
Adam smiled fondly as the man talked, remembering it well from his days of playing at Hogwarts. He loved cloudy days to the point that whenever the sun was shining he would be upset regardless of the fact he hadn't actually played for a couple of years.
"And the perfect seats too. Back when I played my friends always rushed to the top, but they were distracting if I looked over at them." He said. Tom would always have some ridiculous outfit on, or a banner to hold, to make sure Adam knew where he was. It made Adam wish he was able to continue playing after graduation.
"You talk like you've played before. I'm Adam, by the way." He said, holding his hand out. He noticed the way the man was holding onto his seat, and wondered if it was a good idea for him to be up this high.
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Post by Gemma Marlin on Jun 17, 2011 15:30:59 GMT -5
Gemma heard that the Wimbourne Wasps were playing at Mortensen Memorial Stadium. She had to watch them play. In fact, she loved to watch any quidditch game. Watching the game helped Gemma with her techniques while playing for the Appleby Arrows. She loved to watch and analyze games because she would learn something new every time she watched a game. Climbing the stairs of the stands, Gemma looked out onto the stadium. She always felt like a child at their first quidditch game every time she was in the stands.
Although she played for the Appleby Arrows, Gemma called London home. Her parents still lived in Appleby, but she wanted to get out on her own after graduation. Playing the game caused her to not have to really worry about anything. She had an apartment in London for the off season and an apartment back in Appleby for when she had to return for practices and the like. For now, she returned to London.
Reaching the top of the stands, Gemma searched for a decent seat. Seeing a few people already in the stands, she made her way to take a seat behind a blonde man, which she recognized as Richard, a guy she went to Hogwarts with.
She smiled and walked over to him and took a seat next to him. "Hello Richard. It's been awhile," she said with her smile.
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Post by Richard Lucas on Jun 18, 2011 14:00:38 GMT -5
Richard decided that he was fine in this spot, as long as he didn't look down at the field. Most of the good action took place higher up, closer to where he was sitting, so he should be fine. He probably wouldn't be able to watch the seekers, because they moved all over the field, but that was OK. He preferred the rest of the action anyway.
"Yeah, I used to play," he replied to the man next to him. His voice was a little wistful as he said this; he still wished he could be out there on the field, and he had some hope that maybe after a year or two of rest, he might be able to play again, if he didn't get too rusty. "In fact, this used to be my team. The Chudley Cannons. We were... well, we were rubbish, actually. Good bunch of blokes, though. They play with everything they've got. I think they're supposed to get some new player from Australia, and they're hoping that he'll help re-invigorate the team."
He had just finished saying this, when he recognized a familiar face approaching. "Gem!" he said excitedly. "Good to see you... how've you been?"
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Post by Gemma Marlin on Jun 18, 2011 22:31:31 GMT -5
"Getting ready for the next game," Gemma replied. "It's going to be next weekend." The excitement was completely evident on her face. She would have to return to Appleby very soon so they could run a few more practices.
"But other than that, I've been good." Being around the guys was something Gemma much rather preferred. She knew that they wouldn't judge her on her appearance or anything. She could just be completely herself and that would be perfectly fine.
Noticing that Richard had been talking to someone else to begin with, she didn't want to feel rude. "How have you been? I didn't really mean to interrupt your conversation, I'm sorry."
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Post by Richard Lucas on Oct 19, 2011 23:12:32 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm all right," Richard replied. "Aside from the head injury that put me out of the game, and the crippling vertigo I get from being up too high." He frowned. "Now that I think about it, I might have a bit of trouble going back down at the end of the game."
He clutched the arms of his seat a little more tightly, then smiled bravely at the guy next to him. "This is Gemma, she plays for the Appleby Arrows. My second favorite team, after the Cannons, of course. I'm Richard... I don't think I got your name?"
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