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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:41 pm
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Nott nodded along, he had fun showing Charlotte the ropes of broom riding. But the thought of her playing Quidditch was enough to bring that ornery smile back to his face. She was bold and confident in many ways, but not on a broom. Well, not yet. Perhaps one day she would get more comfortable with it. Nott himself would take any position that he could get. He loved the game. He felt that he was a capable enough flyer to be a Seeker, but he could also do well as a Chaser. Keeper didn't really appeal to him, but if that was a position that they would offer him, he wouldn't say no.
"Don't let Lottie fool you. She has skills on the broom. There was a flock of rather arthritic birds that she attacked just out of spite. That mean streak of hers, watch out." Nott gestured in mock caution. In actuality she had sort of lost control of the broom during one of her first rides and zipped into the oncoming flock. Nott had been terribly worried and just knew that his promise of safety was about to be disproven. But she had been fine and if there were bird corpses around, he never saw them.
The more he stood here, the more the reality of this moment sank in on him. Too often he was impulsive and took life for granted. But what his mother had been telling him was finally sinking in. This was the beginning of his life. The first eleven years had been spent preparing for it. What he did at school would determine what became of him for the rest of his life. How he did on his OWLs or NEWTs could limit or expand his career field. How much he applied himself directly correlated to what he would learn from his classes. He hoped that he would have the focus to maintain strict discipline with his studies.
He was sure that Charlotte would. She had that serious, mature look that spoke of her vision of what she wanted and the straight and narrow path that she was going to take to get it. Nott envied that sort of dedication and focus. Hopefully they remained friends and she could help corral him toward his own goals.
Looking back at her, he had to smile. The way that her eyes appraised him. She knew that he was bothered, she saw through the mask that he tried to put on. He couldn't wait to see her in classes, showing off to everyone that she was the best. From what he had witnessed, he was sure that she would pull the 'know-it-all' act off beautifully.
As for himself merely staying on task, he had less faith.
((Sorry for my sudden disappearance earlier. I had to run to town to buy bandages for my horse. Like all of the pharmacies in town were out of Telfa pads. Must be a hot item. Anyway, I grabbed Starbucks on the way so I am pumped and ready to go.
Ms. Wheelwright- I wrote a little something in here about an experience with Charlotte. I wanted to run it past you first but my computer is running so super slow I couldn't get my mailbox to load. If you need me to change it/take it out, just let me know. No worries. ::kicks computer like a bad puppy: smile )
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 8:15 pm
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