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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 15, 2009 9:55:36 GMT -7
Sirius rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to beat his forehead against the broomstick as he watched Remus lose the quaffle yet again. What was even more pathetic was, he wasn't even moving, and no one was trying to take it from him. "Moony..." He groaned. What did he not get? It was simple, really. Sirius felt like crying.
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing?" He called out to Remus, exchanging a look with James. He nodded to the goalpost, letting James take over his status as keeper. They had decided Remus wasn't quite ready to deal with bludgers pelting him, so Sirius and James had been rotating keeper and chaser, each trying to figure out what the other had done wrong when it came to teaching poor Moony. So far, they both sucked.
"Let me explain this again." Sirius pulled his broom alongside Remus'. "You take the quaffle down there-" He pointed to where James was hovering, "And try to get the quaffle-" this time he pointed at the ball in Remus' hand. "Into the goal. Got it?"
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Post by Nyalna on Jul 15, 2009 10:28:33 GMT -7
Remus nodded. “Yeah I think so,” he said sounding slightly exasperated. He looked down nervously at the hundreds of feet below him. In the crook of his right arm, which was shaking a little violently, was nestled the quaffle. It wasn’t that he couldn’t fly, per se. He just couldn’t fly and not hold onto the broomstick at the same time. Clearly it was not his forte, something a little off for Remus. And though he’d never admit it to Sirius or James, he had a little paranoia about heights. If he let go of the broom with one hand, what if he lost his balance and fell? Who would catch him? What if he was flying and a hippogriff came along and snatched him right off his Nimbus?
What if…? What if…? What if…?
There are much more sophisticated ways of travel; thinking of the floo network and apparition. And stop thinking hypothetically.
He wanted to scream. He wasn’t used to failure and the fact, that he couldn’t play quidditch was making him angry with himself. He should be able to do this. He’d read books on the subject. Went to all the games. He knew how to fly. Now all he needed to do was add the stupid ball.
He looked at Sirius with embarrassment, knowing he would probably smack him for what he was about to say.
“Can I…Can I stop before I try to throw it in the goal?” he asked meekly. Typically chasers made goals while simultaneously shooting past the keeper. Not diving down and stopping right in front of him.
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 15, 2009 10:37:32 GMT -7
What had ever made them think this was a good idea? Sirius shook his head, trying to keep his temper, though part of him wanted to smack a couple bludgers at Moony in exasperation. "Sure you can," Sirius said with a false sweetness to his words. "If you want James to know exactly what you're doing."
Sirius had practically grown up on broomsticks, and the idea of this being a hard thing for some people to handle was a foreign one. To him, life was much better hundreds of feet off the ground, the higher the better. "The point is to not alert the keeper to what you're doing. Not the other way around." Wonder if he'll move any faster if I set his broom on fire? It was a valid idea. Sirius eyed the bristles of Remus' brush speculatively, giving the idea some serious thought. Hmm...
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Post by Nyalna on Jul 16, 2009 8:29:58 GMT -7
Remus sighed in irritation. “Yes, I know Sirius. There’s no need to talk to me like a child,” he responded gruffly. Normally, he was not so bitter. But he was tired, and hungry, and getting really angry. “What is the point? I’m not going to be playing on the quidditch team anytime soon. That and I don’t want to do this anymore. This is a total unproductive waste of time.” He looked at Sirius a little defiantly, having half a mind to take off and fly back to the castle. Seeing Sirius probably would not relent and let him leave. He simply sighed again and snapped, “Fine.” Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on the quaffle and pushed down the front of broom, going down in not quite a dive, but an arch with a significant amount of slope, which he set about calculating in his head to distract him from whatever he was doing.
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 16, 2009 10:56:53 GMT -7
Sirius just raised a brow at Remus' attitude, completely nonplussed. If Remus could just get it right, Sirius wouldn't have to explain it as if he was talking to a child. Was that so hard to understand?
"It's not unproductive. Ladies like a man who can play Quidditch, not one that spends all of his time hidden in musty old books. If you want to keep your little girlfriend-"" Here Siri grinned almost maniacally, and how he knew about that was beyond questioning, "You need to act more like a bloke, mate." Not that Sirius could understand how any girl would ever be attracted to Remus, anyway. Sure, Sirius guessed he was cute, in the "I-turn-into-a-furry-animal-once-a-month" sort of way, but Remus was all work and absolutely no play. He'd rather read than play Quidditch, study than skinny dip. It was unfathomable. Besides, why Remus when you could have Siri?
Sirius grinned as Remus acquiesced, watching his semi-dive. It was a start. "Good man." Sirius said cheerfully. Maybe it was time to release the bludgers, give him a real taste of Quidditch.
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Post by Nyalna on Jul 17, 2009 7:45:09 GMT -7
Remus was put off and a littled insulted. He was a man. And he could prove it. Besides Caddie was not his girlfriend. Not in the smallest way. Just a friend. A very attractive friend, mind you. But just his friend. However, he was a somewhat irked by what Sirius had said. Would Caddie think he was odd or strange because he didn’t play quidditch? Would she be impressed if he did? Not that it mattered, she had a flock of Ravenclaw boys after her anyways. A whole plethora to choose from.
As he descended, his thoughts muddled him. He wasn’t out to show off for Caddie. Or at least, he didn’t think he was. But he didn’t want her to think he was pathetic or uncoordinated either. Definitely not uncoordinated. If your weren’t synchronized enough to throw a ball through a hoop, you probably weren’t coordinated enough for…other activities….He shook his head, disgusted. It didn’t matter anyways. Caddie was just his friend. He was approaching the goal posts, feeling a sudden wave of anxiety, which he tried to suppress. No, I can do it. It’s easy, Remus. You can do it.
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 17, 2009 8:45:09 GMT -7
Sirius smirked to himself as he noticed the look that passed over Remus' face. The quickest way to make Moony take action? Make him angry. Sirius practically lay against the broom as he watched Remus approach the goal. The idea of Remus actually having a girlfriend was funny to Sirius. He didn't think dear Remy would even know what to do with one if he ever got one, which wasn't likely to happen. Still, Moony had been looking over at the Ravenclaw table more often that he should lately, and the weird thing was, that damn girl would stare back. And not like she was staring at a creepy stalker, either, but like she enjoyed Remy's attention.
Barking mad, both of them. Sirius shook his head. Besides, if Remus got a girlfriend, that meant he would be perpetually distracted, running off to snog with her, or, more likely in Remy's case, discuss literature. And if Remy was distracted, that meant that he wouldn't be around to do James and Siri's homework, or get them out of trouble in class when they were sleeping rather than paying attention. Everyone had their place in his life, and he wasn't ready for that fabric to be rearranged just yet. James' infatuation with Evans didn't mess with that fabric because she hated him. Remy and Wormtail were supposed to be perpetually single, scaring women with their dullness (Peter) or with their nerdiness (Remus.) No, Remy couldn't get a girlfriend. Siri was going to make sure of that, though he wasn't sure how quite yet.
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Post by Nyalna on Jul 24, 2009 15:38:32 GMT -7
As he approached the goal posts and pulled out of his semi-dive and zoomed forward like a bullet. He tried to concentrate. Using his anger at Sirius and his confusion with Caddie, he became more determined to put the stupid red ball into the goal. He still didn’t know why it mattered. He’d never play Quidditch and he doubted making one goal out of all the attempts he made this afternoon would impress Caddie (again like he needed to impress her anyways) But he was going to do it anyway. He was only a few 15, maybe 20 feet from the tall posts but he didn’t swerve yet. James moved obviously to defend to middle post which Remus was speeding towards. He reached ten feet and sharply turned to the left and shot towards the left, undefended post and threw the quaffle into the loop.
He didn’t celebrate his victory but made a u-turn a flew back up to meet Siri. Breathing a little heavily from the speed he had been going at, making it hard to get oxygen, he fixed his gray-blue eyes on Sirius and simply said, “Caddie is not my girlfriend.”
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 24, 2009 17:31:08 GMT -7
Sirius smirked as Remus made the goal, and tried not to look so amused as his friend sped back to him. He had accomplished one goal- making Remus succeed at Quidditch, and now it was on to the next- getting rid of Remy's little girlfriend. After some serious heckling first, of course.
"She may not be right this second, but I've seen the way you look at her, mate. And that is the look of a man who wants to be snogged a pretty blonde Ravenclaw." He gave Remus a sympathetic look as he folded his arms over his chest and shook his head. "Don't feel too bad though- we've all felt that way a time or two. However, it's not respectable for a marauder to date outside of Gryffindor, you know."
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Post by Nyalna on Jul 24, 2009 19:10:05 GMT -7
Remus growled. “I do not want to snog her,” he said, anger brimming in his voice. Well maybe a little but he didn’t see it happening anyway. Why was he discussing this with Sirius in the first place? Remus’s usually clear head was muddled with all his attempts with Quidditch and the subject of Caddie. How was this even brought up? Oh yeah Siri’s blow on his manhood.
“I don’t want to snog her at all. She’s just a friend, if anything. More of an acquaintance,” he continued hoping that they would get off the topic and re-enforcing what he had already said. Emphasis on 'don't'. “Furthermore, that is not true in the slightest. We all know you’ve decided to string along some Hufflepuff girl now.”
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 24, 2009 19:54:48 GMT -7
Sirius snorted. "You expect me to believe that? I've seen you stare at her, Ray-moo,and you don't stare at girls just for the hell of it. What I don't understand is: she stares back! Are you two going for the Romeo and Juliet and thing? Cause newsflash- you both die."
Sirius nodded seriously, and it was hard to tell just what he was talking about, like a good percentage of the time. With Sirius, you never knew if he truely meant what he said, or if Romeo and Juliet was the only work of fiction he new outside of Playwizard monthly.
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Post by Nyalna on Jul 24, 2009 20:01:16 GMT -7
Remus rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t stare back. And c’mon, it’s hard for any male not to stare at her. She’s part veela. It’s not like you haven’t.” The last part he knew was true. Siri checked everyone out regardless of they were veela or not. If they were female, Siri looked. “Just because someone is beautiful doesn’t mean I want to snog them. Lily Evans is gorgeous and I certainly wouldn’t want to snog her anytime soon.” He hoped that last point would strengthen his case a little more seeing as it after all was true. He snorted as Sirius’s reference to Romeo and Juliet. “Honestly, Padfoot, I highly doubt you’ve read Romeo or Juliet, let alone know why they die in the first place.”
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 24, 2009 20:21:56 GMT -7
"Her? Actually, no, I haven't." Sirius made a face. Even with the veela blood, she certainly wasn't his type, and she didn't look anything at all like his most favorite female ever. "And I have seen her staring at you- it's kind of creepy mate, I think you have a stalker on your hands."
He rolled his eyes when Remus brought up Lily Evans. It may have worked on anyone else, but not him. "Who can blame you? She'd rather kill you than snog you. Speaking of snogging, have you ever even snogged a girl before?" Sirius peered at Remus, his attention to the situation doggedly persistant.
"I have too read Romeo and Juliet! It's by that bloke... Shakes- Shakessword? Right, him. And they die because Juliet stabbed Romeo for cheating on her with that Matilda girl. Ha!"
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Post by Nyalna on Jul 26, 2009 20:26:49 GMT -7
“She is not a stalker. And she is very intelligent. And she is just my friend,” Remus replied with a sigh knowing it wouldn’t matter what he said. Sirius was like a sports announcer. He had to make a comment on everything. “Just because Lily Evans doesn’t like you, Padfoot, does not mean she hates every Gryffindor male and wants to blow all our brains out.” He got embarrassed when Siri brought up the snogging. He knew it was coming. It was unavoidable. But he was still unprepared. “Well….kind of.” He blushed. And looked away from Sirius over the Quidditch pitch.
“Shakespeare, Siri. William Shakespeare. And…there is no Matilda.”
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 27, 2009 5:15:37 GMT -7
"Ah, she won't have you then? Is that what the problem is? Good. You don't want a girl like her anyway. She doesn't play Quidditch, she's not in that stupid Slug Club, she's not got any sense of school pride." Where Sirius got off talking about school pride, who knew? Sure, he was on the Quidditch team- a magnificently good beater he was, too- and even though he had been invited to the Slug Club, he had ripped up his invitation and called it "a right group of mad brainiacs, playing at power" (to say nothing of Remus joining.)
"Lily Evans is a crazed, hex-happy feminist is what she is." Sirius said darkly. "Are you saying that she's ever looked twice at you?"
He waved off Remus' comments on Shakespeare impatiently, his eyes going wide and positively lighting up with interest. "'Sort of'? How do you 'sort of' snog somebody?"
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