⋄ quidditch pitch

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：jasmine yim。⁰¹ At the sound of their captain’s voice, Myeong quickly follows suit, settling his feet to the ground gently, instead of hopping off his broom midair like he always does. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for and childish of me.” He puts a hand on his chest in feigned apology. He was sorry, sorry their captain had to see this ugly side of their childish rivalry. He was not sorry for doing what he did. Jazzy had long had it coming, antagonizing him relentlessly for months.

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：joseph myeong yi。⁰¹ The absolute disdain in his voice, which he does little to mask as she intentionally crashes into him, makes a part of Jazzy—the dishonorable and very un-Gryffindor part—feel proud inside. Sure, Joseph Myeong Yi is popular and well-known across campus for his charm, but no one can bring the worst out in him like Jazzy Yim does. Though, the rueful grin is quickly wiped off her face as he pummels into her. Her eyes darken—Oh, it’s on now.

Abandoning her original goal to chase down the quaffle, she chases after him with a determined scowl. God, that was just typical! He would never grow up. And in turn, neither would Jazzy. Just about to absolutely body him, she stops when an angry voice interrupts her thoughts.

“Yi! Yim! On the ground!”

Crap. It’s their captain. She immediately glances down to the ground, guilt claiming her veins at how quickly she let the situation get away from her. Flying downward slowly, she sets her feet on steady ground and winces, preparing for the lecture.

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：jasmine yim。⁰¹ Quidditch came rather naturally to Myeong. His parents had taught him the sport as soon as he learnt how to fly and every year, they went to watch France play at the Quidditch World Cup. He grew up with a fair bit of roughhousing so it wasn't a surprise when he made the team as a beater in his primary years. Although he wasn't large in stature, he was much stronger than his peers, and always underestimated his own strength, an unfortunate problem when it came to the delicate art of potion making.

Seeing how the girl had left her chase of the quaffle to hunt him down, he flashes her the finger, causing him to nearly fall off his broom when hers collides into his waist. "Putain!" he hisses as his broom does a little spin while he hangs on for his dear life. An opposing bludger soars towards her once more and this time he's there to send it away from her, purposefully colliding into her with brute force as he catches the bludger in its path. "Oops, you were in the way." he snickers, flying a distance away from the scene of his crime.

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：joseph myeong yi。⁰¹ Eyebrows furrowed, a line of sweat lines Jazzy’s forehead near the blonde streaks as she leans further into her broom—it’s a bad habit of hers. She knows she should have a straight and relaxed back, but she’s tense as she leans forward, chasing after the quaffle. It’s the first Quidditch practice of the year, and she’s got to make an impression. After her success on the primary team, she needs to make a name for herself on the collegiate team, and that includes working on the thin—”Woah!”

She exclaims, cutting off her focus as a bludger comes racing toward her. Her eyebrows tighten again, but this time not in concentration. That could have killed her! Okay, maybe not… but it could have seriously injured her! And there’s only one beater to blame. “Piss off, Yi!” She manages to shout out into the air among other teammates’ tactical callouts. A Gryffindor never backs down from a fight. Agitated, Jazzy abandons her path to fly toward the male, sweeping by to gently smack him with her broom as she turns.

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@－ ❛ s ❜：braeden laclaire。⁰⁵ "All the relatives they have, I know," Emerald responded, looking over her shoulder once to take a peek at the young girl. It was uncanny. /Too/ uncanny. Was there a part of her family that Emerald didn't know of, or had forgotten? No. It wouldn't be possible. Besides, no one else in her family had hair that blonde. No one did, for that matter. "Unless I forgot about them or my mother obliviated me to forget about the side of our family that somehow disgraced the De Lisle name. Otherwise, I don't know."

@－ ❛ s ❜：emerald de lisle。⁰⁵ Braeden nodded solemnly, he didn’t need to ask how she knew what he’d meant, the pair had known each other long enough, he could read her like a book, although Emerald could read him /literally/. “I’ve never seen anyone with hair that light, not naturally” He said finally, his eyes flickered between Emerald and the first year, “the semblance is… freakish” he shook his head, recalling when emerald showed him her real hair. “Your parents never mention any other relatives on your dads side did they?”

@－ ❛ s ❜：braeden laclaire。⁰⁵ "I couldn't figure it out myself," Emerald said, interrupting his thoughts after reading it for some time. He was just as confused as she was, if not a little more. But their minds were alike in some way, after growing up and spending so much time together, that it was like they were sharing the same thought. Except, she had done a little more thinking than him, because she had pondered over it since she first saw that girl. That girl. What was her name? Who was she and why did she look so eerily similar to someone she knew. She in a deep breath. "She kind of looks like my dad."

@－ ❛ s ❜：emerald de lisle。⁰⁵ He glanced over to his best friend, carefully analyzing her expression before the next words left his lips, “She sort of looks like…” Braeden turned back to the girl, only to be met with her dark eyes, reflecting the same pool of honey he’s seen since they were young. She seemed shocked to meet his gaze, but quickly recovered to offer him a cheerful grin before turning back to the game. A confused frown settled into his features as he turned back to the game, but his mind was trying to solve the most complex math question it had ever encountered.

@－ ❛ s ❜：braeden laclaire。⁰⁵ Emerald made a small, confused sound and turned to look in the direction Braeden had apparently been looking at, her heart skipping a beat when she saw who he was talking about. It was her again. The girl that she saw in the Gryffindor common room. "I saw her before," Emerald told her best friend, looking forward so she wouldn't get caught staring at her. Again. "When I went to the Gryffindor tower to hang out with Kal. I didn't say anything to him but I swear I got this... feeling when I saw her."

@－ ❛ s ❜：emerald de lisle。⁰⁵ “Right..hungry..” Braeden replied distractedly, his gaze hadnt left the head of long blonde locks. “Emerald…” His eyes narrowed trying to get a good look of the girl who hadnt stopped jumping up and down since the game started, “Emerald, am I losing my mind.. does that girl looks familiar to you?” he finally tore his gaze from her to look at his best friend, nodding in the blonde’s direction

@－ ❛ s ❜：braeden laclaire。⁰⁵ Emerald was never too enthusiastic about Quidditch unless it was her or her boyfriend playing. Judging from the lack of green in her garments, and the amount of red and gold in its place, it was obvious who was playing this time around. She was seated at the bleachers with her best friend, Braeden, cheering on the one person she kept her eye on. Well, if cheering silently and in her head counted as cheering. The most she did to show her support, aside from wearing her boyfriend's Gryffindor hoodie, was smile widely whenever he flew past their stands. Otherwise, just sat there, sitting with her usual stone-cold face that looked just shy of being bored. "You know, I'd be totally back at the dorms if I didn't want to support Kaladin. Kinda hungry, actually. Maybe I should have eaten."

@－ ❛ s ❜：emerald de lisle。⁰⁵ First game of the quidditch season, Braeden was a little disappointed Slytherin hadn’t been scheduled to play, regardless watching a game was always exciting. He was glad Emerald made sure to drag him along. The pair sat further back in the stands, over the years Braeden noticed the vantage point was usually better towards the back. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for familiar and unfamiliar faces. Not finding anyone of particular interest, his eyes landed on a group of first years the section over, specifically, an unnaturally blonde head he’d only seen once before.

@－ ❛ s ❜：emerald de lisle。⁰⁵ It was the first Quidditch game of the season, and Elysia’s first collegiate level game. Gryffindor was up against Ravenclaw and the common room had been busy bustling about it all morning. In keeping with the house spirit, Elysia donned her favourite red and gold sweater, and had painted two streaks of the same colour across her cheeks.

At the pitch, she sat towards the front of the stands along with a couple classmates she’d befriended. The crowd chattered excited as they awaited the start of the game