Missing the Game

[Peter Lurken]

Peter had taken to coming down the Quidditch Pitch on a regular basis for no particular reason really. When it was quiet he would do laps, of the running kind unfortunately, taking advantage of the set out course which was easier to run around than the grounds when he was trying to dodge all the other students that were just there, doing nothing in particular. He missed being able to fly or do anything Quidditch related ever since his father forbid him from taking part in such activities until his grades got a bit better. Last year his grades were awful, just downright awful and he knew they were bad when he could admit this to himself. He had put his heart and soul into Quidditch last year and would be do at the pitch doing whatever he could when he had some free time, instead of doing his homework or studying. Granted he didn't get to take part in any of the games that Gryffindor played last year he was there everytime ready to step in if needed at any point and litterly jumping in his seat as he watched the game - he was a little hyper active at times. Despite the fact that he was meant to be working on his grades he hadn't seen much improvement this semester so far but at least he was just about passing his classes. He knew his parents weren't going to be happy about it, with his mother in the Ministry and his father a private tutor to some wealthy wizarding families that homeschooled their kids but Peter was and never would be one of those student that would excel in his classes and get straight O's, it was never going to happen but his parents still saw fit to punish him with such things as banning him from Quidditch until his grades just went up. There was times he had considered dropping out of school but he would have to wait until he was 17, at least, so he could get access to his trust fund thingy that his parents had for him, get his own place and start his own life and get a job. Although the only job he ever wanted to have was in Quidditch but if he couldn't get to play then how the hell was his meant to practice and show his talent off to scouts.

For the time being though he took it upon himself to go and watch all of Gryffindors Quidditch try-outs so he could feel part of the team at least just a bit. He even asked Aphrodite if there was anything he could do, like putting away the equipment after practice and had asked Professor Kingsley if he could help with some upkeep of the Quidditch equipment shed and whatnot, while he wasn't allowed to play Quidditch there was nothing to say he couldn't watch or help out - at least that's what he was telling himself in case his parents asked him. There was no quidditch today but Peter found himself at the Quidditch equippment shed tidying it up a bit. When one of the quaffles rolled out his went out to the pitch and started to throw it about a bit, nothing like his could do with a muggle football but it felt nice to handle it again seeing as he wasn't able to be keeper anymore.

 

[Sergios Romanes]

Sergios Romanes walked around the castle, and he hoped that one day, he would be able to become someone good for the school, but he had no idea how he could do it. He did not think that he had it in him, like his sisters did, like Isaia did. Sergios on the other hand would never be anything like them. He did not do too well on his classes, and he did not do too well with staying out of trouble since his rival loved to get on his every other nerves. He hated her, but he never knew why that he did. He just did. Oh well, he would live with it since he did not want to get anything special from this school. He was going to leave this school with all of the magical knowledge, before he would go to the muggle world and become a professional soccer player. That was what he really wanted. He did not really care much for magic. It was handy for when he was lazy, but that was it. He did not even like Quidditch as much as he liked soccer and that was saying something. So the plans for today was to get some practice in on the Quidditch pitch. What else could he do? Sergios just wanted something awesome to do, and the only thing he could think of was getting to the pitch and doing something amazing. He did not want to lose to Slytherin again. But rumors were going around about another game, a combined one. He did not think it was true, but he hoped not. He wanted to beat Slytherin to a pulp for beating the awesome and noble Gryffindors. He was under the captainship of the beautiful Aphrodite. She was like the goddess of perfection. He had a small crush on her, but that was the girlfriend of his brother, and the Head Boy. So he kept this secret from everyone that he knew. No one would ever know his secret crush. Ever.

Arriving to the Quidditch pitch with his streak in his hand, the fourth year Gryffindor immediately knew that he was not alone out here. There was someone else. He hoped that they were in Gryffindor, and hoped that it better not be that twerp Isabella. He loathed her. He did not want to be around her. But he just wondered who else would think to practice out here around this time of day? Sergios walked over to the shed where the noise was coming from, and then he saw Peter Lurken with a quaffle, tossing it about. Sergios set his broom to the ground and he let out a big yell to get the other Gryffindor's attention, "Yo! Need another pair of hands to practice with!" Or feet, since he was better at kicking anything shaped like a ball than throwing it. He wondered why Peter was not playing Quidditch this time around, since he was good at being the keeper. Was it something to do with parents? He knew that sometimes they did something like that. Sergios would not know, but he believed that if his parents were alive, then they would not have let him become forcibly married to another girl. But he had to deal with that. His parents were dead to him. That was all that there was to it. He hated his life, but he was going to turn it around, one way or another.​

 

[Peter Lurken]

Peter often wondered why his parents were so strict on him. Sure they both had great jobs, with his mum working in the Ministry and his dad, a private tutor to some really rich families, but why did they have to push him? They both knew well enough that Peter didn't care about his education and just wanted to be a Quidditch Player and sure they always told him to 'chase his dreams' or whatever crap they told him, but they stopped him from doing the one thing that would allow him to chase his dreams? Yeah that sounds like great parenting. He thought with a scoff. He just wished the next few years would fly by until he became of age and he could just drop out of school and become the great Quidditch player that he knew he would one day be. Sure at the start his parents would be annoyed and maybe even angry with him but no doubt when they saw how great he was and when he was one of the best players in the world they would be upset that they stopped him from chasing his dreams...Well maybe it wouldn't play out exactly like that but he often wondered about doing it and he knew that there was nothing in this school really keeping him there, he wouldn't be missed or anything so when the time came he knew he could do it if he wanted, without feeling guilty...apart from maybe his parents, they would be disappointed him and he may feel guilt about that, but only time would tell.

For now he would just have to stick with what he was doing and hope that would get him through the rest of the year until the holidays. At least he knew during the holidays they couldn't stop him from playing quidditch. Of course it was because Charlotte, she was growing up to be quite the madam but she could do no wrong in her parents' eyes as she was their little princess. Of course Peter adored his little sister and would never let anything bad happen to her but he did become jealous that she had no restrictions on what she wanted to do. Although she did love quidditch and always wanted to play with Peter or have play with her so, in a way, at home she was his free pass to play quidditch as his mum and dad couldn't deny Charlotte what she wanted. Then again he could just 'pull up his socks' and work harder in his classes and do his homework every now and then, it was possible that he could do well in his classes and be able to play quidditch whenever he wanted, hopefully he would do well enough for his parents with the work he was doing at the moment as he actually passing, as far as he could tell, his teachers hadn't pulled him aside yet so it looked good so far. For now he was content with what he was doing, at least he hadn't pulled away from the quidditch scene completely and had some sort of participation in it. There was also the Muggle Sports Club which allowed his to do something active and feel like part of a team again, if his parents had pulled him out of that he didn't know what he would do.

He was starting to get bored now of just throwing the quaffle about now and was about to put it away and carry on tidying up, maybe if he finished early enough he could do some more homework, when he heard someone call over to him. Looking over in the direction of the voice he saw his dorm mate, Sergios. "I wish mate." he said in reply to his question. "But I'm ground bound and throwing the ball about isn't all that fun." he said, throwing it up in the air and catching it again, showing how boring it really was.

 

[Sergios Romanes]

Sergios raised an eyebrow and wondered why Peter was ground bound. Who would dare ground him to the ground? Not that it sounded awful as it was, but it was something that Sergios just could not imagine. He needed to be able to fly. Maybe he could convince Peter to just ignore whoever has him ground bound and just ignoring it. One cannot fight the urge to fly! Sergios sighed and he approached Peter Lurken with a soft grin on his face. "Ground bound? Well, whoever did that, what they do not know, will not hurt them." He smirked slightly, hoping that he would catch on to what Sergios was saying to him. He wanted to be able to help his little dorm mate out since he seemed to be a little more than miserable Gryffindor. Then again Sergios was pretty miserable himself. He was stuck in an arranged marriage. He had some Slytherin girl that really hated him. He did not really know why but one of these days he would figure it out. See what was going on within her brain to make her really hate him. He was getting so close to figuring it out, he could almost taste the victory on his tongue.

The fourth year Gryffindor approached him and he set his broom down on the air and it started to hover a little bit. He was going to have his friend up and in the air eventually. Peter seemed like one of those that might break the rules every now and again. After all, he was Gryffindor. Did Gryffindors not get in trouble every now and then? It seemed like they did so he did not see a reason why he would have to worry too much. Sergios offered, "There are brooms in the cupboard that others use for practice. I will not tell those that grounded you if you used one. Just for today. Who would find out?" Sergios had no idea if a professor told him to be on the ground, or his parents, whomever. But throwing a ball up in the air and catching it? It just was not that much fun. Now flying around and catching it and tossing it, now that was a lot of fun because of the air and the speed of the broom. Sergios came down here to get away and now he had someone to get away with. Unless the boy was dead set on not flying, then Sergios could not force his hand at that.​

Out of Character:

Sorry it is so short, he did not want to work with me. :/