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Post by Rick Channing on Jul 20, 2008 12:05:24 GMT -5
RickI'll Shine Up The Old Brown Shoes Rick just watched her race off and shouted out random things to describe what she was doing. Whenever she failed to catch it he'd tease, "Ooo how'd you make the Quidditch team?" Unfortunately, she couldn't hear him. Watching her was enough to make him sigh in delight though. She truly was a beauty, dodging and spinning through the air like a professional. It nearly took his breath away to see her soft golden locks tossed and spun in the winds currents. She started flying towards him and he looked a little shocked.
Her voice was filled with venom during the request so he just chuckled and denied. She took off again and he watched, that little smile playing on his lips. She really was gorgeous. When she angrily approached him after catching it he followed her down slowly. "You didn't ask nicely!" he teased. Then he sped quickly down and purposely bumped into her so she stumbled and dropped the snitch.
It took off with lightening speed and Rick watched with a satisfied smirk. He turned to face her. "I'll help you this time if you ask real nice!" He knew she was exhausted and would probably need his help, even if she didn't want to ask for it.
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Post by Petra O'Brian on Jul 20, 2008 12:33:59 GMT -5
PetraI hate you more than you can know She glared at him, trying to scramble for the Snitch, but it had already gone and she didn't want to look like more of a fool than she already was. Instead of going after it again, Petra turned her venomous expression on Rick's gloating face. "What the hell did you do that for?" she shrieked, folding her arms. After a moment, she glanced up at the sky, hoping for a glint of gold, but there was none... It did look like it might rain, though."
"There's no way you're helping me," she hissed through gritted teeth. "You're just going to have to get it for yourself." Resolutely, she turned away. Her mind once again wondered how she managed to keep so unaffected by the way she screeched and mocked him. He'd probably be just the sort of sick person to like that, though. She couldn't win however she treated him, Petra understood.
No rush of wind to indicate Rick had actually gone after the Snitch was forthcoming. Although she wanted to leave, Petra did feel worried that the Snitch was going to go missing while she was in possession of it. For one, she would get the blame and the punishment; for the other, she wouldn't be able to play with it. She sighed angrily, and twisted back around. He stood there, still as grotesquely smug as ever... A small voice piped up in her head saying that he couldn't be grotesque, but she squashed the words deep inside her head.
"Fine," she suddenly burst out, flinging her leg over her broom. "You'd better help me. And you're not getting me saying it any nicer than that." Petra attempted to keep her voice level, she really did, but it was hard. There was something about him, bringing out the worst (which was even more terrible than usual) in her, explaining why she still had not got over her anger and his deceit. Shaking her head, she flew off, not wanting to rest upon the thoughts any longer than necessary.
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Post by Rick Channing on Jul 20, 2008 13:55:37 GMT -5
RickPut On A Brand New Shirt "I did that," he cooed as he flew in circles around her, "Because Petra was going to leave little old me all alone!" He chuckled and tried to catch a glimpse of the shimmering golden ball, but he could no longer see it. It probably wasn't the best idea for him to let it go, if they never caught it Petra would literally kill him. "There's no way I'm catching it on my own pet!" He looked up at the sky with a smug smile. "I know I'm fabulous, but speed's not my specialty darling."
He loved how frustrated she got whenever he flirted with her. The anger was positively adorable and he laughed when she fumed. So he just sat calmly on his broom stick, waiting for her to make her move. The ball was in her court and he had all the time in the world to wait.
Finally she asked and his grin spread, "That'll do love! Let's go." He mounted his broom too and the pair shot off into the sky. She was definitely faster so he decided not to follow and instead he scoped out the field. He flew about in circles around the pitch, closer to the ground while she took the sky. He couldn't spot it anywhere.
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Post by Petra O'Brian on Jul 20, 2008 14:03:45 GMT -5
PetraI'll throw it back in your face She wasn't up to her usual speed because of zooming around earlier, but Petra was satisfied to see that she was still faster than Rick. It was good to know that she could beat him at something. Now all she had to do was ignore his not-so-innocent flirting... easier said than done.
She glimpsed the Snitch to her right. Twirling from her current direction, she bent close over her broom and followed it as fast as lightning. It seemed to be acting very cheekily today, though, continuing to dance out of her reach. She blinked the moistures out of her eyes from the wind, and it had vanished.
"You know what, this is all your fault, Rick Channing!" she shouted down to him as she moved closer so he would hear. "You better hope I catch it before it rains, because you're useless at this." Petra knew she was guilty of challenging him, but she wasn't sure of any other way to get him to actually attempt to work as hard as she was to get the stupid thing back where it belonged.
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Post by Rick Channing on Jul 20, 2008 14:37:58 GMT -5
RickDidn't I See You Crying Rick lazily floated around trying to spot the elusive snitch. His eyes wandered over the quickly darkening pitch. Glancing up he felt a small drop of water fall on his face and he smiled. He loved the rain and knew it bugged Petra, win win! Just then he heard her say something about catching it before it rained. "Too late baby!" he called up as the drops began to drip out of the dark clouds.
Then he spotted it, it was coming straight for him. The little speck of gold had been chased in his direction by Petra. She hadn't spotted it yet so Rick grinned and sped forward. It was flying straight at him to get away from Petra so he reached out and snagged it before it could veer away. It was easier then usual because the snitch was actually being chased towards him, but he'd never let Petra know that.
She hadn't noticed that he had caught it yet so he flew leisurely up to her. He was going to gloat quite a lot now. The rain was pouring down now and they were both drenched. His dripping blond strands fell in his eyes as he flew up behind her. He was pretty good at flying silently and she was focused on searching for the snitch. He came up right behind her and mummered in her ear. "Useless am I?" She spun around on her broom to face him and they were barely inches apart. The water dripping off of his nose could practically fall onto the tip of hers. He pulled out the snitch firmly clutched in his hand.
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Post by Petra O'Brian on Jul 20, 2008 14:48:22 GMT -5
Petrait's when you're drenched and angry Startled, Petra whipped around, finding herself so close to Rick she could see every fleck of colour in his eyes. "Yes, you..." she trailed off pathetically, seeing the winged ball fluttering weakly in his hand. She scowled. "You got lucky. Now get away from me so I can get inside and out of this rain."
With a disgruntled look, she snatched the Snitch from his hands before he could blink, and moved away from Rick as though he had stung her. Battling against the heavy rain, she raced down to the ground. The sheets of water blocked her view, and she almost crashed right into the sodden earth. Her Seeker reflexes allowed her to pull up just in time. The ground was muddy under her feet as she walked, squelching. She shivered in distaste.
The golden ball was finally locked safely away, and she sighed in relief. Although she would never tell Rick, Petra was grateful to him for thinking it best not to annoy her further and lose the ball again. He appeared to have dropped back down to Earth too. She spun on him, holding her broom upright tightly. "Don't do that again, okay," she ordered, making him certain that it was not a question.
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Post by Rick Channing on Jul 21, 2008 14:24:48 GMT -5
RickFeeling All Alone Without A Friend They were so close that Rick could clearly see her expression shift from rage to startled confusion. But she didn't pull away right away and he locked eyes with here. A few moments later she snatched the snitch and took off. Rick lifted up his face and allowed it to be drenched by the onslaught of water droplets. The rain felt so fantastic on his bare flesh. It wasn't cold because this was a warm autumn rain. The little drops fell upon the skin of his arms and face with little splashes and he chuckled with delight.
He wouldn't stay up long though, he knew that if he didn't follow her, she'd leave faster than he could say some witty farewell. He shot down too, but with less speed. He knew he wouldn't be able to pull up in time so he just kept at an even pace. He was pretty fast for a beater, but he knew he didn't have enough reflex to pull up in time. He landed softly on the ground and strolled casually over to where Petra was stuffing the ball in its case.
He had thought about letting it loose again but the roar of thunder warned him that a storm was coming and even he didn't want to fly in a storm. He glanced up as the sky rumbled again. "Don't worry love even I'm not that stupid!" He chuckled as he shook out his blond strands, letting little water specks fly everywhere. They were now under a sort of awning, protected from the pelting water. He plopped down on the ground and pushed his wet hair out of his eyes with a yawn. Glancing out at the storm he muttered, "I'm not going out in THAT!"
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Post by Petra O'Brian on Jul 22, 2008 1:26:47 GMT -5
Although he couldn't see her for he was staring up at the sky, Petra glared, even more forcefully than before. "Stop calling me that," she warned through gritted teeth. She knew that he probably wouldn't if she didn't show it bothered her, but it was just so hard not to. Petra sighed and glanced at the rain bouncing off the soggy floor, glad to be under a slight bit of shelter.
It was only when Rick next spoke that she realised he was going to be here too. Petra didn't want to stay here with him, but she didn't want to get even wetter, and probably catch pneumonia. So then, it was a case of the lesser of two evils - just which one was less unbearable? "Well, I'm not going out in it either. I'm not staying with you, so you're going to have to leave," she told him, folding her arms and staying upright resolutely. There was no way she was going to sit down on the grass, even if her legs were aching and it wasn't too sodden, because he was already.
"So?" she demanded, leaning back against one of the wooden pillars holding up the small awning. It was too tiny. There was hardly any room for her to move, and if she would sit down, her legs would touch his. She shivered, and not just with the cold. Her legs protested, but she didn't care. She sighed in annoyance when Rick just continued to look at her. "Are you going to go or not?" She began tapping her foot impatiently, and stared right back at him, fire in her eyes. Silently, Petra willed him to receive her silent message and depart, though it didn't seem likely.
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Post by Rick Channing on Jul 22, 2008 13:00:33 GMT -5
RickYou Know You Feel Like Dying "Sorry sweatheart," he mused as he leaned his blond head against the tent side. "Please let me know what I'm 'allowed' to call you!" His eyes flickered closed for a brief moment as he wrapped his arms around his knees. Then he decided to keep them open, he had no idea what Petra might do to him while he was snoozing. She'd probably do something insane like cutting off all his hair or something. He shivered at the thought.
"Please," he sighed. "I'm not going out there! I could catch diseases or something." He rested his chin on his knees. "If you want to get away from me you can leave." He ruffled his dripping locks. He looked over and saw that her legs were shaking, probably from exhaustion. But, she was refusing to sit down. "You should probably sit." Then she shot him a vicious glare. "Fine! I'll stand and you sit! Make it better?" He groaned as he pushed himself off the ground and then swept his arm towards the ground. "Sit, you're going to collapse."
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