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A Game of Thrones

Post by Morgan on Mon Sep 09, 2013 12:49 am

It was a grey, misty day that shone through the windows of Hogwarts Castle as Keridwen marched through the corridors. The clouds hang low and threatened to pour rain over the ground as the fog got a little thicker. Typical Scottish weather.

Keridwen was glad to have no windows in her bedroom, so she wouldn't wake up because of the daylight. Like every other Slytherin girl, she slept in the dormitory, in the dungeons, where there always was that green light she loved so much. Yes, being a Slytherin was perfect for her, even though so many Slytherin had become criminals. It made people back off, but when they got to know her more, it was obvious she wasn't like them. She hadn't the same narrow-minded ideas about Muggles, Muggle-borns and 'Pure-bloods'.
Keridwen was a 'Pure-blood', she was born and had grown up in a family of wizards. Her mother had been in Slytherin whereas her father was a Griffindor - weird match, seeing the strong rivalry that reigned between the two houses, it seemed to be dating back to their creation. Godric Griffindor and Salazar Slytherin might not have been the best friends ever, the sixteen-years-old thought with a smirk.
She had her black wizard dress on, embroidered on the chest by the green and silver Slytherin blazon while her prefect badge glistened right under it, a leather bag hanging from her shoulder as she made her way to the Great Hall, leading the first years. Two Vivienne Westwood silver rings were gracing the middle finger and thumb of her right hand.
The school year had begun three days ago, and Keridwen had just integrated the sixth year. Her second year as a prefect. Next to her marched Malcolm, the other prefect, a tall, dark-haired boy the same age as her, with bright green eyes, pale skin and several freckles and pimples on his face. Malcolm and Ker went on very well, they were dating on-and-off, and right now, they weren't together.
On her side, the Slytherin girl had bright auburn hair streaked with black, shimmering blue eyes that seemed to change color with every day: sometimes they were blue, sometimes green, sometimes grey. It depended on the light, her mother always said. Her skin was quite pale too, as was her mouth. She was skinny, with high, marked cheekbones and somewhat hollow cheeks despite her young age.

When she entered the Great Hall, she noticed she was among the first ones, with her group of first years. She greeted the Griffindor prefects, Matt and Bella, and went to the Slytherin table, where a group of fourth years was already sitting. She motioned for the first years to sit down and went at the end of the table to sit with Malcolm, keeping an eye on everybody while quietly chatting with him.

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Post by Zarina on Mon Sep 09, 2013 1:47 am

Xilith woke up early in the morning, well before the sun would streak through his stain glasses window, rousing him and his roommate. Today he had something planned though, and needed to get some stuff done early before continuing on to the quidditch try outs. He was just entering his seventh year, but still, he had wanted to make the team at least once, but his constant search for truth in the past had left him down the path of almost forgetting his dream. He rubbed his soft green eyes, hands fumbling for his dark glasses kept beside his bed on the small table. He finally rested his hands on the glasses, placing them on his pale face, and looked around the room in the ravenclaw dorms.

He had black hair, although he had it dyed a shade of blue, matching the blue on the seal of ravenclaw, showing his individuality that he honored so highly. Gently easing himself out of bed he got dressed in his school uniform, the crest of the house of wisdom on it, founded by Rowena Ravenclaw, so many years ago. He checked himself in the mirror once, the welsh boy carefully doing his hair before departing from his dorms to the library, he required to research some additional facts for his class in botany.

After the sun had risen to broadcast it's light in the sunrise he could feel someone tapping on his shoulder and glanced up to see his friend from his same house smiling down upon him. Christopher Waller was his friend, a year younger that Xilith and from Portugal. The two friends exchange a light conversation, spanning two languages, both Spanish and English at one time or another until finally, it was time to migrate to the great hall for breakfast.

The two good friends entered the massive great hall, tapestry of the individual houses above the correct tables and a glass roof that showed the outside weather conditions, that weren't that well. Perhaps try ours would be canceled, or postponed until later. He at besides his friend and his sister, and waited for when it was time to eat. He watched as the two slithering prefects entered the room with the first years and wondered if his youngest sister, entering the school for the first time would go to his house, or another. His eyes lingered on the female prefect for a second, thinking if how cute she was, but then looked back down at his plate, still getting over his muggle breakup.

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Post by Morgan on Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:12 am

When two first years started kicking themselves under the table, Keridwen gave them a hard look and they got the message. Blushing, they looked down on their empty plates.

Finally, the Headmaster arrived, followed by the staff. After several words meant for the students to enjoy their meal, he clapped his hands and immediately, the tables loaded with bowls of porridge, plates of sausages and bacons, boiled eggs, scrambled eggs, toasts, pots full of tea and coffee and jugs of fruit juice.
Keridwen helped herself to a bowl of porridge with sirup, a toast with honey and a cup of coffee. She was Scottish and Breton, which mirrored her eating habits.
She took a sip of coffee and smiled at Malcolm before laughing at one of his jokes. Malcolm had a wicked sense of humor, and Ker loved it. Under the table, he took her hand and lightly squeezed it before letting go.
Here we go again, Keridwen thought with an inner smirk. In two weeks we're together again.
She drank another sip of coffee.
Okay, perhaps one.
It would be lying to say she didn't like Malcolm. She had missed him throughout the holidays even though they had met once or twice, but nothing had happened.

"What do we have afterwards?" she asked in a low voice.

"Study of Ancient Runes," Malcolm replied in the same tone after having checked his timetable. "Third floor."

Keridwen nodded and ate her porridge. She kept chatting with Malcolm, who flirted one or two times with her, like he always did when they were talking alone, just the two of them, but Ker pretended not to notice. She always did so.

After having finished her breakfast, they had to wait around fifteen minutes until the rest were done with it as well. Malcolm and Keridwen rose, then escorted the group of first graders to their Potions lesson before climbing the stairs to the Room of Runes. As usual, they weren't many: twelve students only.

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Post by Zarina on Mon Sep 09, 2013 2:43 am

Xilith finished his food, his friend finishing his huevos con chorizo, and they both prepared for class, bontany. It wasn't long until they were in the classroom, and it wasn't long after that they were at the fields. Xilith was gonna try for a keeper, or a bludger

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Post by Morgan on Mon Sep 09, 2013 3:04 am

After the Runes lesson, Malcolm escorted Ker to the Quidditch field. He would be training to get into the Slytherin team, like they both had done the previous years. Ker was now the team Captain, but that wouldn't mean she'd let Malcolm in just because she liked him. He'd have to be better than the others, and he knew it.
After having changed into her Quidditch clothes; a white pair of trousers, a green pull-over, and greaves, she took her sports broomstick and marched to the field where she would meet the candidates for the Quidditch team.
However, she frowned her slanted auburn eyebrows when she saw that Ravenclaw team was to be there too.

Advancing in longer strides, her dark, black-streaked auburn hair flying behind her, she arrived at the height of the Ravenclaw captain, Gregory.

"What is this?" she asked. "I booked the field for Slytherin today, I asked the headmaster."

Malcolm came to stop next to her, arms folded. In the wind, his dark hair get messier, but he still was handsome, more handsome than the majority of the Hogwarts guys.
But he's booked, ladies, Ker thought with an inner smile. Get somebody else.

Greg, the Ravenclaw, had blonde curls and a very adult face underlined by brown-grey eyes and furry eyebrows. He was a seventh-grader, but was no taller than Keridwen. He frowned a little.

"Well, I think the field is large enough for both of us to train, isn't it?" he asked.

"Greg, we're doing the selections. We can't play simultaneously."

"It's possible. I'm sorry, Ker, but I don't have the time otherwise."

"Me neither," she said in a low tone.

They continued to speak, Keridwen stealing glances at the surrounding Ravenclaw and Slytherin candidates, her eyes flashing in tones of grey, blue and green. Finally, she gave in.

"Okay, Slytherins, we're gonna do it with the Ravenclaws. It's not a real game, but pretend it is, right?"

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Post by Zarina on Mon Sep 09, 2013 3:25 am

Xilith and Christopher noticed the slytherin team and eavesdropped a bit, listening to hear what the snakes were saying. Christopher was strongly against the snakes and whispered to his friend, Xilith I'd maybe he could get away with wounding one of them, and picked out the seeker as the one he wanted down.

Xilith shook his head at his friend, his gaze somewhat staring at ker...when he noticed Malcolm and sighed, looking back away. It wasn't long until Greg had them on broomsticks and in te air, remaining on the ground to help referee, and help.

Greg was one of the nicest kids in school, and gladly helped both of the houses candidates in mastering the broom and learning about the three types of balls used.

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Post by Morgan on Mon Sep 09, 2013 3:51 am

Keridwen took her broomstick, got on it and flew off, her hair billowing behind her like wild flames. Malcolm was close behind her and the young woman stopped in the air, looking at the candidates. She pointed at Jamie, a fourteen-years-old applying for the role of keeper.

"You first!" she yelled over the wind, and the girl obeyed. She had blonde curls and green eyes, a Pure-blood as well. She was known to be rather nosy and sometimes picked on other students, especially Muggle-borns.

Keridwen picked randomly two other chasers (she was the third one), two beaters, and took Malcolm for Seeker.
That done, she went to face Greg so the game could begin.


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Post by Zarina on Mon Sep 09, 2013 4:45 am

Greg started his teams practice ok the other side of the field and one by one everyone tried out for the positions they wanted, although many couldn't not even attempt to complete the try out. Xilith did though, he was one if the few that did complete it, while Christopher was nearly beaten to death by a bludger. Xilith couldn't help himself from looking at the other team, well, Ker. He knew that Malcolm HAD to be her boyfriend or something, and that meant he had no chance at all.

By the time the actual mock game was about to begin colors had gotten the position he wanted of keeper, and couldn't help but feel nervous as Greg explained some of the rules, as well as reminding them it was merely a fake game, no points awarded for either team, just practice. Xilith understood this, but still fist trust slytherin, although he knew it could possibly just be a rude stereotype. It wasn't long until both teams took to the skies and the game began.

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Post by Morgan on Mon Sep 09, 2013 9:18 am

Keridwen was mastering her broomstick perfectly, she knew how to turn around in a sharp curve, rise or drop vertically with as much as speed as possible, turn around her broom with her whole body to elude a Bludge or an opposite Chaser who would try to take the Quaffle from her.

She smiled at Greg, who blew the whistle, and the Quaffle, Bludger, and Snitch were released by a fellow Ravenclaw at that signal.
Ker immediately dove, kicking the ball into her hand; out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Malcolm's slim silhouette split the air; could it be possible he had already spotted the Snitch? Or he was taking the Ravenclaw Seeker in a wrong direction, that was what he often did. And let him fall down or smash into the goals.
He was flying straight at Ravenclaw's goals, the other Seeker behind him. The Ravenclaw Seeker was a girl, with light brown hair, whom Keridwen recognized as Juliet McKinney, a brilliant now-fifth-year.
Together with the two other Slytherin Chasers, she was flying in formation, one in front of her, ready to block a Ravenclaw's way to the Quaffle, while the other one protected the space behind her. A new Ravenclaw Chaser flew down on her, but Keridwen eluded his grasp by turning once around her broomstick in a liquid motion. Her feet kicked his arms without her wanting to, but the Chaser got the message and tried a different strategy. A Beater threw a Bludger at her, and she ducked.

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Post by Zarina on Mon Sep 09, 2013 6:31 pm

Xilith had gotten on his broomstick and circled the goals, protecting them from the oncoming slytherin. He noticed the three types of spheres released, one being used by chasers, two beating up players and the last one vanishing into thin air. He kept a close eye on the Quaffle, hoping he don't make any embarrassing mistakes in front of Ker, and well, all the other attractive ladies that were trying out.

The game was paced rather quickly, and most of the time he wasn't prepared for what was happening, but at least he knew it was only a practice match, nothing life threatening in it. He occasionally glanced at his friend, who merely watched from the sidelines, arms crossed and glaring at the house of snakes.

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Post by Morgan on Tue Sep 10, 2013 2:14 am

The wind blew wildly in Keridwen's face, pulling her hair back, but she didn't mind. The Serpent reached the Ravenclaw goal, rose up once in the air, feinted once, then sent the Quaffle into one of the lowest goals with a kick.
Immediately, she performed a U-turn as the Slytherin formation split up, and resumed flying above the goals. As she sailed over them, Keridwen glanced at the Keeper, a tall seventh-grader whom she didn't know.
Or perhaps... she remembered having seen that pointed nose several times. But well, she didn't know him.
Gregory turned sharply right in front of her, which forced Keridwen into a narrow halt; the Ravenclaw captain gave her a crooked smile, to which she answered by a playful sneer: Greg and her were very good friends, but pretended to hate each other because they were in different houses.
She remembered how they had chased each other several times across the Lake, until Ker fell off her broom and Gregory had had to fish her out. It had been a funny flight, even though they had had to explain to a furious Mr. Filch why she was wet as soup. And got one hour detention for putting mud involuntarily on the well-polished staircases; Keridwen had tried to convince and show the housekeeper she could clean it up with magic, but the simple mention of the word 'spell' had made the old Squib fly into a temper.

Yes, Greg and her had had various funny to awkward situations together, and yet they had both become prefects of their respective houses.

One of the Ravenclaw Chasers caught the Quaffle, and started sailing with it towards the Slytherin goals.
Immediately, Keridwen gestured to one of the Chasers, Gemma, and a Beater to follow her, and together, they raced after the Chaser.

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Post by Zarina on Wed Sep 11, 2013 2:16 am

Xilith was surprised at how much skill it took to actively be a keeper, to not allow the largest of the three balls, the Quaffle, into the hoops. It wasn't long until he dove at wrong times, missed the Quaffle, and allowed many points to be scored by slytherin on his behalf. He could strongly smell the stench of disappointment as he circled the hoops, a soft wind blowing against his robes and naturally curly hair that  framed his dark eyes. He managed to block the largest, and heaviest ball once more though, and after tossing it to a chaser proceeded to carefully watch its path.

He continued to watch as ravenclaw tried to make a point, but the ball was deflected and soon heading back to him, by the means of the well executed slytherin chasers. He prays that he wouldn't miss again this time, last ten or so times was plain embarrassing, and now he had to at least show Greg he could do it! He attempted to stand his ground fast, keeping between the chaser and his goal, blocking the serpent in every way when suddenly he could make out a squint of gold and stared, wondering if it was indeed the snitch or not.

Then a sound whistled in his ear, something was speeding towards him and he glanced around, only to be hit directly in the face by a bludger. Taken by surprise and blinded by the pain, he fell, fell off his broom and down fifteen feet to the hard earth, a sickening crack being heard as he made the  rough contact, yelping. Thinking this could be the end of his life he whimpered, hid limbs simply feeling as if on fire as one tear turned to many. He's winced at Every small movement his arm made, or even his body made.

Greg had ran over, quickly examining Xilith and his arms, knowing he had to get to the infirmary to heal before he could attempt the wizard sport again.  Then Greg called over Ker, explains to her the situation with Xilith ad that he would take him to the infirmary, unless she rather would.

Xilith stared at ker, seeing it was in fact the girl from earlier that he had a crush on before he had seen her boyfriend. He knew she was a slytherin prefect, as well as the team captain of the quidditch team and wondered which she would choose, I'd she could possibly be single, maybe wondered if they could get to know each other. Sighing through his newfound depression, he watched Greg and Ker talk.


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Post by Morgan on Wed Sep 18, 2013 2:29 am

Slytherin was winning.

If it had been a real game of course - but here, in the exercise, the green team scored goal after goal whereas the Ravenclaws had difficulties keeping up. The Ravenclaw Keeper, a tall dude with dark hair, wasn't as skilled as the Slytherin one, but he wasn't bad either.

However, as the Bludger hit him square in the face, Ker opened her mouth in a soundless scream. The Keeper was knocked off his broom and fell down with inexorable speed.
Keridwen raced over, flattening herself against her broom as she cut through the air, but she was too slow; she reached the ground a handful of second after him, but at the same point as Greg.

The Ravenclaw team captain quickly beheld the Keeper's wounded, one-side-smashed face and broken arm and told her the obvious: he had to go to the Infirmary.

"He's your Keeper," Keridwen frowned as he suggested she should bring him to the hospital wing.

"Yeah, but you're better with spells."

"Let's do it together," she said and took out her wand. "Wingardium leviosa!"

The Keeper left the ground and levitated a meter or so above it, and Keridwen kept her wand pointed on him before walking with Greg to the hospital wing.

"The selections are finished!" she announced to the players. "Get back to your common rooms. Malcolm, take the Slytherins, I'll meet you later."

Malcolm briskly nodded, knowing Keridwen didn't like to be contradicted, and obeyed her.

The young woman, on her side, kept walking with Greg, her broomstick on her shoulder.

"What's his name?" she asked him.

"Xilith."

"... Where does it come from?"

"No idea," he smiled, and Keridwen smiled back.

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Post by Zarina on Wed Sep 18, 2013 2:39 am

Xilith groaned, feeling blood from his broken nose run down his face and across his paling lips as he was levitated to the large infirmary on one of the wings of the grand castle. He wanted to looked at them for support, but every movement he made with one muscle caused the screaming agony of the other, and a pain he nearly blacked out because.

Xilith worried about his arm, he could not look at it because of the pain, and it felt as if his very none was attempting to be torn from the inside of his arm. He could tell however by staring at the ceiling that finally they got him into the infirmary, and he was laid in a bed, now being taken care of by the residence of the infirmary. The pain was intense, unlike anything the wizard had ever felt before in his life as he constantly passed out, only to reawaken with another jolt of agonizing pain up his spine. Xilith had honestly never felt so much pain and kept whimpering, clenching his teeth to control the screams he so wants to release into the all but empty infirmary, full of other wounded witches and wizards.

He groaned asthe nurses and suchtwnded to his broken arm, which he feared might rupture a vein or artery and cause him to prematurely bleed internally to death, a supposedly painful way to die. He knew he didn't want to find out though and let them take care of his injurid, hoping to bust out soon.

Once he felt as if he could move again he slowly turned his head o one side and saw the both of them, still there and waiting for him to snap out of it. Maybe I could use this to my advantage..,, he thought as his arm continued to be healed.

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Post by Morgan on Wed Sep 18, 2013 3:26 am

The boy was suffering, it was obvious. Keridwen looked at him with sympathetic eyes; she hated to see people in pain, she wanted to help him, at least take a bit of his burden unto herself.

However, Madam Pomfrey was extremely skilled and after having applied a regenerating ointment unto his face, she started mending his bones.

Seeing she wasn't needed anymore, Keridwen turned to Greg.

"I'd better take my leave," she said, "I'll meet you later."

She tapped his shoulder goodbye, nodded at Madam Pomfrey and went out, heading for the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was.

It took her about ten minutes, because of the moving staircases, since she first had to bring her broomstick back to the broomstick shed, but in the end, she eventually arrived in front of the nude wall and said the password. A whole in the wall appeared, revealing an archway, and Keridwen entered, still in her Quidditch outfit.

Several people nodded hello to her, and she replied with a smile. Malcolm went straight at her; he hadn't changed either.

"How is he?" he immediately asked.

"Better. Madam Pomfrey can do miracles."

"Good." He smiled. "We won't have to worry about him. So, what did you think about the selection? Is our team going to be good?"

"Better than last year, I expect," Keridwen replied as she sat down on one of the couches around the fire. Her auburn hair streaked with black was a bit messy from flying, but she didn't care and absentmindedly braided a strain. Malcolm sat beside her, watching her face.

"Good. We're gonna beat the shit out of the other houses, just wait!"

Keridwen grinned.

"Sure we are. They won't understand what's gonna happen to them."

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