Christian Nagle
Gryffindor
Second Year
...at the first pluck of the heartstrings...
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Post by Christian Nagle on Jun 13, 2008 15:43:54 GMT -5
Unconscious and lying on a bed in the hospital wing, Chris was off elsewhere in his head.
Caleb tossed the ball to me and says 'Give it a shot, little brother.' So I do. The ball is checkered black and white and remains on the ground as I kick it back and forth between my two feet. 'Put it through the goal, CJ.' he shouts out to me. 'I'm ready!' I give it a good kick, thinking this is the way Muggles entertain themselves? The shot could've been better... aimed a little to the corner yet veering very quickly to the lower center of Caleb's body. As it strikes him in a very sensitive area for guys, the shrieking maniacal laughter of my edge-of-insanity brother Eston resounds. 'He's definitely a Couley-Giry-Nagle boy alright. Well done Chris! Encore! Encore!' Jerk. I walk over to assist Caleb, who's fallen to his knees. 'Ya okay, Cale?' I ask. He doesn't speak right away. I bend down to help him up. Eston comes out of nowhere and jumps on Caleb's back, knocking him down. 'Gotta try a little harder, Caleb... can't be a mouse, have to be a man!' Jerk...
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