Petra O'Brian
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Post by Petra O'Brian on Jul 18, 2008 16:06:19 GMT -5
One of the things Petra loved to do was fly. Quidditch was probably slightly higher on her list, but sometimes, flying for the fun of it was good. Today, though, was not one of those times. She had taken the Quidditch balls out of the cupboard, and set the down on the ground. Her hand had held briefly onto the Snitch before she left it zoom off. A moment later, she hopped on her broom and manoeuvred herself after it.
When she had caught and released the golden ball a fair few times, Petra decided it was probably best to retire to her common rooms. Holding the Snitch carefully so it could not escape, she pushed the broom to point down and glided to the ground. As she was doing so, her eyes caught a familiar, hated mop of blonde hair. Her hand loosened in vague shock, and the ball wriggled out of her hands and vanished.
She recovered herself with relative ease, and only then did she notice the golden object had escaped. Shaking her head, she knew that at that moment, she didn't care. Petra rested her feet on the ground, and wrestled a bludger out from its safe-keeping place. Grabbing a bat, she let go of the ball and whacked it as hard as she could in the horrid boy's direction, before dropping the bat. To make herself appear more likely to be innocent, she jumped on her broom and flew into the sky once again. The smirk would not fall from her lips. It did not matter that she had missed him by a inch or two.
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Post by Rick Channing on Jul 18, 2008 18:40:20 GMT -5
RickI Want You To Want Me Rick felt a stirring in his stomach as he stepped out onto the pitch. His eyes briefly shut as he inhaled deeply and took in the fresh smell of freedom. He loved Quidditch because he loved flying. Flying was his escape from the world and all it's troubles. In his right hand he clutched the smooth wood of his Firebolt. The fastest broom on the market and he owned one. He was happy to be rich sometimes. Other times, it was just dull and he never got to see his parents much.
But, he didn't feel much like thinking about his parents right now. His other hand held a beater bat and he was ready to practice for Quidditch this year. First, he just wanted to fly around for a bit and loosen up his hitting arm. Before he could even get on his broom, he heard a very familiar whistling sound. He didn't have enough time to hit it so he just bobbed and avoided the whistling bludger. It swung back around, but this time Rick was ready for it. He tackled it to the ground and his muscles strained as he locked it into a chest.
He was confused until he looked around and spotted a familiar head of golden waves. Rick boarded his broom swiftly and kicked off towards her. He flew up until he was directly next to her. "Petra. Babe. I see we're as cheerful as ever," his tone was deep and flirty as always.
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Petra O'Brian
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Post by Petra O'Brian on Jul 19, 2008 1:20:15 GMT -5
She scowled at him as he flew over, looking as smug and smarmy as ever. She shook her head in disgust as he called to her. "I'm not your 'Babe'," she murmured scathingly, as far from his flirty tone as she could possibly be. Petra was fed up of Rick Channing acting like he owned the world - or at least the girls in it. She was fed up that he thought she would still be okay with him after everything.
"All your girls left you, Rick?" she mocked, turning her back on him and flicking her head over her shoulder to glare pityingly. "Realised what a foul person you are, did they? Or are they stupid enough to fall for your weaselling charm?" Petra whipped her head back around, hair flying, and raced off, higher into the sky.
When she felt she was high enough that if Rick wanted to annoy her further, he would take some time getting to her, she stopped and hovered. Lifting one hand from the broom handle, Petra rubbed at her temples. She sighed, willing his presence away, and ignoring the fact that if she hadn't whizzed the Bludger at him, he might not have seen her there.
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Post by Rick Channing on Jul 19, 2008 14:46:17 GMT -5
RickI Need You To Need Me Rick raised an eyebrow at the very disgusted face on Petra's face. "Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, darling." He chuckled. "Is it better if I call you darling? Love, sweetheart, baby?" He teased her a lot because he knew that she'd fight back. He loved the fire in her, it made him want to sweep her off that broomstick and into his arms. Too bad that would never happen.
That insult hit a little too close to home, but he didn't let it show. He kept his smug smile on his face even though he was thinking about everything he had been moping about all year. Girls were leaving him and he was very quickly running out of new women to woo. They all knew about him, their older sisters and cousins and friends had told them all about the infamous Ricky.
Before he could even respond with a smooth, sneaky remark, she took off on her broom. Rick lazily followed behind. He finally got up and trailed her and he came up behind her. He bumped into her lightly and grinned. "So, what's up?" Trying to lighten the mood.
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Petra O'Brian
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Post by Petra O'Brian on Jul 19, 2008 15:20:37 GMT -5
Petrathere's no chance of that She sighed in annoyance as she felt him bump against her. "The clouds," she snapped, spinning slightly away from him. Up here, it was getting a little foggy from their high altitude. Petra was glad; it meant she did not have to properly see Rick's smarmy face.
"And if you call me any of those names, I will personally kick your face in," threatened the girl, coming in slightly closer to glare into his eyes unprohibited. After a moment, she realised how just how near their faces were together and pulled away sharply.
"Are you getting the message yet? I hate you - I think you should leave." The Slytherin spoke slowly, as though Rick were a dense child, not someone two years older than her. Her golden locks were getting blown about wildly by the wind; frustratedly, Petra pushed it from her eyes.
The glare was still prominent on her face as she waited for Rick to leave. He seemed totally unaffected by her anger. How was it that she could not keep her cool when he could? Maybe it was because he had to deal with outraged exes all the time; her scowl deepened.
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Post by Rick Channing on Jul 19, 2008 17:32:49 GMT -5
RickI'd Love You To Love Me "The clouds?" he let out a genuine laugh. "Aren't we a clever one?" He flew around in circles and chuckled at her threats. But then, she was right up next to her face and he just gave her a casual grin which made her growl and fly off. "Tsk. Tsk. Hate is such a strong word!" He flew up next to her again with the persistence of a man with a death wish.
That glare hadn't left her gorgeous face since he had arrived. He never followed an ex this much before, usually he just tolerated their glares and walked on. But for some reason Petra was different. It was if he wanted her to still like him.
He flipped his broom over so he was flying upside down and went above her so his face was dangling in front of hers. "I don't think you really hate me," he teased as the blood rushed to his head.
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Petra O'Brian
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Post by Petra O'Brian on Jul 20, 2008 0:53:42 GMT -5
Petraforget the fantasies For a moment, the scowl dropped from her face, as an incredulous gape took over. A moment later, she recovered herself, wishing that she could say something to him to get him as rattled as she was. Rick seemed to be the only person completely unaffected by her words.
"Keep dreaming," she murmured, her glare restored. If he had not been paying too much attention to her face, he would have missed the expression change, she altered it so fast. Her broom allowed her to reverse back a little bit, so she could manoeuvre it that she would not bump into the guy when she flew off. She felt childish continuing to ride away, but she wanted to scream at him. Unlike him, Petra had decency; the girl would not want to completely ruin his eardrums.
When she was a little bit away from him, hovering exactly at his level, Petra turned. "Listen to me!" she shouted over the whistling breeze. "I don't know what you think I feel if it's not hate. Love? If that's it, then you'd better think again. The only time love will ever come out of my lips when talking about you is if it's followed by hate."
With a burst of speed, Petra dived for the ground, letting the wind streak her hair back behind her. She slowed just before the grass was a little too close for comfort, and then jumped off. She went over to where she had left the Quidditch balls. Her eyes widened as she glanced over it; the Snitch was still fluttering around, evading a capture that had not been coming. She was going to have to get it.
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Post by Rick Channing on Jul 20, 2008 11:41:07 GMT -5
RickI'm Begging You To Beg Me Of course he was watching her face closely, he couldn't keep his eyes off of it. He noticed the glare falter with shock and it made him grin even more. She was losing her cool and he could tell. She was amazingly quick at switching back to that vicious glare he knew and adored so much. She took off again and he continued to follow her at a leisurely pace. He was a beater and she was seeker...he could never catch her even if he wanted to.
Eventually she halted a few feet away from him and yelled out something that he only caught snippets of. He shot forward so he could be close again but she had already made the plunge. He looked disappointed for a moment, thinking she was going to leave but then he spotted a speck of gold hovering a couple feet away. She glared from down below and he grinned down at her. "Missing something love?"
Now she would have to come back up because she'd have to catch that fiesty little snitch. He wouldn't be able to follow her very well but he could trail her from a distance and yell things out at her. He may not be a seeker but he was a pretty damn good flyer.
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Petra O'Brian
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Post by Petra O'Brian on Jul 20, 2008 11:51:45 GMT -5
Petra tried to maintain the glare as she mounted her broom and kicked off, but it was a hard feat when she was doing something that exhilarated her. Instead, she just avoid even glancing at Rick; if she pretended he wasn't there, watching her race after the elusive ball, then she would not care.
Anything he might have yelled to her - all of which were probably mocking - she failed to hear. Her concentration was poised on the golden Snitch, finally just within her grasp. The tips of her fingers grazed its shiny surface, and then as if it feared capture, it darted off. She groaned, and flipped around, stopping a little bit away from Rick.
It was painful, having to do this. But the request didn't have to be spoken nicely. "Are you just going to sit there like an idiot? Or are you perhaps going to try and help? Even if you can't fly fast enough to save your life," she demanded nastily, the glare quickly sharpening her features now her focus was on him. Out of the corner of her eyes, she thought she saw the tiny ball and without waiting for his answer, Petra tailed it.
She fell into a roll, which gave her a burst of speed upon righting herself. The Snitch was slowly getting closer. With a final burst of energy, she flung her broom at it and tightly clasped it in her hand. "Thanks for your help!" she yelled sarcastically at Rick, before descending to the floor once again.
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