Practicing Alone's No Fun... {Ravenna}

[elijah]

Elijah hadn't tried out for the Quidditch team and he didn't much care to, but he was still out on this nice day to practice during a free period. He had his own broom and bludger and quaffle that he'd brought from home. He placed a spell on the bludger to chase him, since he had his beater's bat, and for the quaffle to try to make a goal on either end, so that he had to block two things at once.

When he first started out, he was doing well, blocking goals left and right and knocking the bludger away from him, but quickly he began to the miss the quaffle, and then the bludger slammed him in the side of the head. His broom shook and swayed and he started to glide down lower to examine it when the bludger pelted him in the nose and he fell a good 5 feet off his broom, just laying there for a few moments, trying to use his wand to undo the hexes.

He must have fallen asleep after undoing the hexes, for pretty soon he was off in dreamland, his mind wandering all on its lonesome.

He was standing in a large room full of beds, all of them full of women and each one was pointing at him. He could see their bellies and their babies and they seemed to be telling him he was their babies' father, but he knew he wasn't. "I don't like women! I can't sleep with women! It wasn't me!" he shouted over and over again in the nightmare but they didn't seem to hear him. He was getting caught up in the dream and swirling away.

Then the quaffle came down and hit him in the stomach, before he could even realize where ti came from and he jolted away, not realizing that the entire time he'd been screaming those things out loud as he sat up and looked for anyone who might have witnessed his fall.

[Siobhan Saavik]

She was walking by the Quidditch field for the first time in many weeks. Her reasoning was unknown, but such was her mood today. She had been fully aware of the Yule Ball commotion this year; it was nearly impossible not to with Danni and Skeets whispering in her ear every five seconds. But she was desperately needing to take herself elsewhere and enjoy some fall weather. It was cold enough to send chills down her small frame, making her slender fingertips grab at the heavy cotton hoodie to keep warm. Her hair fluttered in the slight wind, today in hues of pink and red. Her eyes scanned the fields, but nothing was seen.

She was silently happy a certain team didn’t have practice today - because most likely she would distract them and in turn be thrown into the chaos she was retreating from. She nearly leaped with pleasure that it wasn’t the serpents day either, because chants, jeers, jokes, and whistling were bound to follow. It sometimes disgusted her by the level of immaturity reached at Hogwarts.

Her attention was quickly drawn to something that appeared to be falling from the sky. It took only seconds for recognition to cross her, and she bounded over to help the person. Too late to stop the impact, but maybe in time to help them to the nurse if needed. It wasn’t really in her nature to intrude on people, but compassion did confide in her - so her duty was to help, regardless of the slyth stereotype. She jogged in large bounds, as her stretch was far. She started hearing screaming coming from the downed body, and quickened her pace.

The words were muffled, so only a few reached her ears in coherency. But what she did hear made her skin tighten, and the air become a little thicker. “I don't like…sleep with women… It wasn't me!" She stopped right above the person, but no words came out. A little beyond shocked, the words didn’t come out of her mouth smoothly. ”Elijah? What the bloody hell are you screaming for?” She hoped he wasn’t hurt, so she bent down, hazel eyes now cold with apprehension. ”Are you hurt?” Her words were heavy in a Germanic accent, but followed suit by a certain venom in her voice.