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Post by abigailbennett on Jul 30, 2006 22:58:46 GMT -5
"HAAAACHOO!" She sat in the southeast tower bundled up in a large forest green blanket, her legs pulled to her chest and chin resting on the shelf her knee-tops offered. Abigail Bennett was curled up on the wide window-sill in one of the highest towers the castle provided, her eyes red and slightly puffy and exhaustion pulling at all parts of her body. The Hufflepuff sniffled again after blowing her nose for the bazillionth time that morning and groaned. The space between her nose and top lip was sore from the constant rubbing of the tissue: she needed some super-soft Kleenex and vaseline.
Her black winter hat pulled tightly over her head, the flaps over her ears and yellow yarn ball dangling from the top, Abby peered through the glass window pane and out at the distant quidditch pitch. The day was as beautiful as it could get in Scotland, and Abigail sighed with longing. The clouds weren't menacing in her opinion; they would help provide a comfortable coolness in the air. It was the closest tower to the field, but it was still a far sight. Her blurred eyesight didn't help. The second year drew her quilt more tightly around her despite the fact that she was already wearing sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and thick socks. She was freezing.
The truth was, the young lass had recently come down with a terrible cold. Snot, fatigue, cough, and all. A day before the first quidditch match of the season, too. Talk about sucky. She was going to play, if not for Lianna's interference (that girl was quite strong despite her physcial appearance, strong enough to hold her friend in bed until the match started at least). Abby groaned again. She had just reclaimed her chaser position and now had to fork it over once more. Oh great, another symptom: crankiness.
Half an hour before, Abigail had climbed the many staircases from the Hufflepuff common room and taken refuge in a small room in this certain tower (after dodging Lianna and slipping passed her surveillance). Tissues littered the floor and her barking cough echoed throughout the vacinity, but this little devil of a cold didn't stop the girl from watching her team play. She couldn't let them down, even if it meant looking on from the castle.
(Open, takes place during the Huffle/Raven quidditch match)
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Post by calister on Jul 31, 2006 11:43:35 GMT -5
Ty was wondering around the castle with nothing better to do then to see if he could find any of it's secrets while most of the teachers and the students were at the Quidditch match, Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw. He didn't really care about the out come of the match so had no interest in going to it and besides he had been sleeping in his dorm and had already missed the start of it, so he didn't see any point in trying to find a seat or wade through the crowd. He was walking around the base of one of the many towers that the school had when he heard someone sneeze just up the steps from where he had been stopped tying his shoe. He made his way up the tower and found a girl covered in blankets and other things to keep her warm. "Hello." he said reaching the last step of the stairs that led to the top. "What are you doing up here and not out enjoying the match?"
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Post by abigailbennett on Jul 31, 2006 14:08:16 GMT -5
Abigail was busy wiping her nose once more when a boy, whom she had seen a few times in class, appeared in the doorway. She turned her head and shifted her gaze onto the second year, blinking a few times and staring at him with a blank expression pinned on her face, before throwing the used tissue onto the ground and sniffling again. "Why do you think I'm not out enjoying the match?" she answered his question with a question of her own, her voice a bit sarcastic, rude, and congested to the max. Abby narrowed her eyes trying to figure out who he was because at the moment she couldn't recall his name.
The Hufflepuff figured the reason why she wasn't outside was quite obvious, what with the scattered tissues, red eyes, sniffling, and sneezing. Maybe he's just dense, she thought grumpily, returning her gaze to the window and trying to see if the game had started yet. Just then she was seized with another coughing fit, only to calm herself half a minute later with a deep moan. "I'ate germs," she grumbled to herself, resting her forehead on her knees and trying to recover some energy lost from the hacking.
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Post by calister on Jul 31, 2006 14:21:58 GMT -5
"Let me guess." he said in an equally sarcastic voice, but realizing it changed into a much more friendly one, "because you have come down with a cold or something and haven't gone to the nurse for some pepper up potion, or whatever she uses to make people feel better. You should have really just stopped by and seen her, I'm sure she would have you up and at them in seconds." Now that she had turned in his direction it was quite clear that she must be feeling misarable and had come down with something. She looked a mess, but he had no plans on voicing this observation no matter how sarcastic she got. He just didn't want to have to deal with someone going to peices on him or yelling at him, plus he wasn't feeling up to having an arguement today. In fact he was trying hard to be really nice because he knew how bad she must be feeling.
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Post by abigailbennett on Jul 31, 2006 14:52:41 GMT -5
Abigail frowned (as if she wasn't already) and looked back at the boy, her forehead still on her kneecaps. "Pepper Up Potion, I 'adn't dought of dat," she said more to herself than the Slytherin, her voice still congested but no longer bitter. Living in a muggle lifestyle for practically her entire life did have its downfalls, as Abby had completely forgotten of the remedy and had returned to her non-magical thinking that common colds could be cured only with time, rest, and orange juice.
It was too late now, anyway, so the Huffle merely sighed. She now regretted being so rude, though that was probably because the crankiness was coming and going like waves hitting a beach. "Why'rn't you a' da game?" Abigail asked in a slightly friendlier tone, her words somewhat muffled and hard to understand due to the fact that she could hardly pronounce her "Ts" and "Hs".
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Post by calister on Jul 31, 2006 18:00:00 GMT -5
"I thought so." Ty said with a smile thinking that she still might want to go down to the hostpital wing and see if the nurse could get her feeling better, but something told him that she wouldn't go until after the Quidditch game was over since he had a sneaking suspision that she had been watching it from the window. He got the suspision when she had snapped at him.
"I'm not at the game because I was taking a nap and woke up late. I didn't want to have to wade my way though the crowds to find a seat." He answered with a smile. He really didn't care about the out come of the match. It just didn't matter to him if Ravenclaw won or Hufflepuff did. The only thing he really cared about was that Slytherin win their matches, but now that he was in the tower with a perfect view of the match he couldn't help but glancing at it and watching a bit. After all it was one of his favorite sports to watch and play.
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Post by abigailbennett on Jul 31, 2006 22:05:51 GMT -5
"Oh," she replied simply with a small shrug. Talking was giving the girl a headache. "I'ghve been up since seven." Abigail had been desperately hoping the cold would be gone in the twelve-hour time span from the time she got it until that morning, but she had no such luck. It was no wonder she was so tired, however, as she'd been up half the night coughing (also to the frustration and annoyance of the other Huffle second year girls).
Abby pulled her head up off her knees and leaned it back gently against the cement curved wall, the caved part of the window. "I would've still gone," she mused quietly to herself, returning her eyes to the glass panes again and staring at the pitch. She could see figures zipping through the air on their brooms, though unfortunately she couldn't make out which figure was on which team. So much for keeping score, Abigail thought despairingly.
"Do you like quiddige?" she asked him a bit absentmindedly, her focus still on the pitch.
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Post by calister on Aug 1, 2006 11:53:21 GMT -5
He heard that the comment that she still would have gone and smiled. She must be from either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff or really like quidditch he thought to himself. He couldn't really tell what house she was from because she was covered in so many articles of clothing that it was hard to tell, but it didn't really matter to him. He glanced back out of the window to see several figures jotting back and forth in the brief silence then turned his attention back to the girl when she asked him a question.
"Ya I love the sport." he said with a smile remembering the last time that he had gotten to play in a game of it against his older brothers. "I'm trying out for the Slytherin team, but don't really know if I'll make it as a second year." he said turning his attention back to the game that was going on a considerable distance away, "How about you? Do you like to play the game or just watch?"
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Post by abigailbennett on Aug 1, 2006 12:06:21 GMT -5
"Both," she answered as a shiver shot up her back and jolted her shoulders. "I got interested in it last year, and I'm a chaser for the Hufflepuff team." Abigail squinted, but she still couldn't solve which team had the quaffle. Instead, the second year redirected her focus back onto the boy, seeing it useless to watch something when she didn't understand what was going on in the first place. "It's a fun sport," she observed with a slight shrug.
Abigail finally realized that she didn't know who this kid was. "Hey, what's your name?" she asked curiously.
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Post by calister on Aug 1, 2006 12:21:58 GMT -5
"Ty Calister." he said wondering how he could have possible forgotten to introduce himself, but it seemed he had. He was also wondering if she had given her name and he had missed it or if she hadn't said it. He was pretty sure that she hadn't said it but who knows. "So your a Hufflepuff chaser. That would explain why you are trying to get a glimpse of the game when you feel so crappy." he said with a smile and finally understanding why anyone would want to put themselves through such misery just to see a game of quidditch. "You have invested interest in the game." Thinking that he too would want to see the game if he was really sick and on the team because one game could have an impact on if you won the House cup or not. Even though it was so early in the season and there was plenty of time to get back a loss. "I like to play chaser too, but am better at playing keeper even though I would prefer chaser." he said telling her what positions he played.
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Post by abigailbennett on Aug 1, 2006 12:31:45 GMT -5
"Chaser's pretty much da only position I'm good at," Abby said, a small yet noticeable smile falling onto her pale pink lips. "Buh I like id, and I guess I'm gidding bedder ad it." She paused, thinking for a second, before adding, "I'm Abigail by da way, Abigail Bennett. You can call me Abby if you want; everyone else does." The second year sneezed right after she put a tissue to her mouth and sniffled again.
"So, Dy, what 'ouse are you in? Obviously not 'ufflepuff." Her smile widened, though it kind of contorted her facial features at the present moment because of the cold.
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Post by calister on Aug 1, 2006 12:40:33 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you Abby." he said with a smile. He always liked meeting new people it just made his life at the castle so much more interesting. Abby still looked like she was suffering from the cold that had come over her and he wondered if he should suggest that she go upto the hospital wing again, but decided to wait from a few more minutes. "No not Hufflepuff." he said with a laugh. He hoped that when he told her what house he was in she wouldn't care and she probably wouldn't because the only real rift that the houses had was Gryffindor vs Slytherin. Though for some weird reason he still got along with Gryffindors too. "I'm in Slytherin." he said with the smile still on his face.
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Post by abigailbennett on Aug 1, 2006 14:56:26 GMT -5
"Slytherin..." she muttered under her breath, not in the least bit fased but still intrigued. The one Slytherin who had left in the first year was a snob, but Ty so far wasn't acting like one. He was good in Abby's book. There was a silent moment in which Abigail tried to think of something to say (she wasn't the greatest conversationalist) before she asked, "Doh, is dhere anyding else you like to do besides play quiddige?" The Huffle glanced out the window at the flyers and then looked back at Ty, her disappointment at not being able to watch the game being slightly eased at the thought of possibly making a new friend.
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Post by calister on Aug 1, 2006 18:30:43 GMT -5
"Ya I like to do a lot of things." Ty said trying to think about all the things that he liked to do besides playing Quidditch. "Let me see....I like to swim, play exploding snaps, among other things." He said not wanting to bore her with the whole list of things that he liked to do, because it was really quite long. In fact he couldn't really think of anything that he didn't like to do at the moment. "So how about you? What do you like to do besides play Quidditch?" he asked curiously.
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Post by abigailbennett on Aug 1, 2006 19:01:04 GMT -5
Abby thought for a moment, her mouth pulled to the side a bit and yellow yarn ball flying into her face for a second as she sneezed again. "I like practicing Charms and," though here the Huffle was pulled into another short coughing fit. "Sorry," she apologized once it subsided. It would be a miracle if Ty got out of that room without catching the cold; the girl's germs were flying everywhere. "I like playing foodball and playing oudside. I like a loda stuff," she shrugged again. "I guess I just donno what though; I'm usually preddy swamped wid school work. Dat Bloxam guy sure likes assigning scroll work." She had just finished another essay for the man a couple days earlier, and although it was decent, Abby had been up half the night trying to finish it.
"Wad's your favorite class?" The second year continued the conversation with another question, hoping she didn't sound like a private investigator but also at the same time not really caring.
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