The watcher on the bleachers
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Damien had just finished practicing a few moves around the qudditch pitch as he loved to pratice his moves anytime he could so he could be better and help his team win more matches. But something felt off, the whole time he was practicing he felt like someone was watching him but he never would see anyone be there when he was looking. Maybe his eyes were going blind or maybe he was just paranoid but he truly felt like someone was watching him the whole time he was practicing. He decided not to focus on it as he flew down onto the pitch landing nicely to where he could get off of his broom and take it in his hands as he made his way towards the benches to sit down and rest for a few minutes. He wasn’t expecting to pratice that long but now he was all sweaty and very hot so he would definitely need to shower once he made his way back to Ravenclaw tower and his dormitory as he hated feeling all nasty and yucky. He took a sip from his bottle of water before he thought about his last few quidditch matches, he did this often as he tried to think about what he did and what he could improve on to get better as it always seemed to help him and he honestly need all the improvements he could get to prepare for playing against Hufflepuff. Suddenly he heard a thud and looked over to notice a Gryffindor boy with beautiful blonde hair who looked quite smaller than Damien hiding behind some benches. Damien eyes widen as he realized he wasn’t going crazy. “Uhm are you alright?” |
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| IC date: 1st of March | Interactions: @Artie Kempton |
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The watcher on the bleachers
The wind was quiet, the breeze hissing gently against Artie's skin, sending sharp cuts along his face as his curls whipped from side to side. He sat in the bleachers of the Quidditch Training Pitch, watching the practices, seeing how people could fly among brooms. He was still amazed at the idea that flight was even possible. Even halfway through his first year at Hogwarts, so many things still mesmerized him. He didn't know if he would ever be able to fully comprehend it.
His notebook sat in his lap, along with his quill, as he jotted down the way that the boy he was watching moved swiftly throughout the air. Like a bird, gliding, diving, and swooping back up. It was beautiful in a way that he couldn't seem to explain. As the practice the boy was doing seemed to end, Artie gathered his belongings and began to quickly climb down the bleachers, worried that if the other boy saw him, he would think something was wrong with him. Think that he was just some freak watching him to be weird.
As he saw the boy turning towards him, he quickly hid behind the benches at the pitch, his quill falling from his hand and landing in the mud at his feet. He swallowed, anxious, and then he heard the other boy's voice, gently peaking his head out as he noticed he wasn't very well hidden at all. He grabbed the side of his robes, staring up at the other boy as if a punch was about to be sent this way.
"I'm sorry! I am! I wasn't trying to be weird, I just, Quidditch is so interesting, so I came out here to watch, and you just happened to be here! I promise! I'm not stalking you or anything! I'm not some creep, I-" he trailed off, rubbing his temple uncomfortably. He was so stupid, so, so stupid, and he probably looked like some crazy first-year right now. "You're uh..well you're really good at flying." He swallowed, playing with the hem of his robes.
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Interacting with @Damien Dragonclaw
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The watcher on the bleachers
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Damien looked at the boy who currently seemed extremely nervous in front of him, he seemed much ahorter than Damien but very pretty with curly golden locks and a shyness that was cute at least to Damien. As his eyes wondered over the boy he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, a quill that seemed to had fallen when the boy got nervous and tried to hide appeared to be in the mud. Luckily it wasn’t the feather part in the mud so that meant he could just easily clean it off and still use it as Damien would hate to see a good quill go to waste. He crouched down before slowly and gracefully picking it up before he took out one of his handkerchiefs with his initials engraved on it before he cleaned the mud off of the quill and held it back to the boy. “Oh it’s quite alright please don’t worry!! It’s actually really flattering that you think I’m a good flyer ha ha!” He gave him a friendly smile as he noticed the boy seemed to have a notebook which intrigued Damien as he wondered if he was writing what he saw from Damien flyer or just doing humble sketches like Damien was known for. He realized that even with the quill being clean the boy may choose to still not use it but he couldn’t let the boy just not have a quill it just would not stand. He turned slowly towards his bag sitting on the bleacher and quickly moved towards it, he opened the bag digging into a compartment before pulling out an owl quill as well as one of his fancier peacock quill’s that his father had gotten for him.“Here please take these, I have many quills and it’s partially my fault that yours got covered in mud so as a apology I would like you to have these.” he hoped the boy would take the quills as he honestly seemed like such a sweet guy with very good looks if Damien will admit and he would hate to have ruined something of the boys and not pay it back granted if his father was here he would tell Damien it wasn’t his fault and not to humble himself to some loser but Damien wasn’t like that and he refused to be anything like his father. “I’m Damien by the way, Damien Dragonclaw and you are ? Also might I add you are very pretty and have such beautiful hair!” He smiled at him happily as he hopped he used the right word he was never sure rather a boy should be called pretty instead of handsome but he always associated it to be both as a boy could be handsome and pretty. |
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| IC date: 1st of March | Interactions: @Artie Kempston |
| English: #0056d6 | Thoughts: Italics |
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