Quidditch Sadness

[Bruin Dumbledez]

Bruin strode out onto the Quidditch Pitch, grabbed a crappy school broom and kicked off. As good as his first year had been, second year was turning sour...Anastasia's death, getting in trouble with the ministry and not even being able to really do any DE damage in the process, some good friends leaving, losing 100 points for Gryffindor, having his broom confiscated, and now, not even being able to get his teammates out to the pitch for the first game in HNZ history. He felt like crying....or putting his fist through something, he couldn't figure out which...

He kicked off, did a couple of slower than molasses laps of the pitch and then went and sat on a cold, hard bench near the broom shed. He hung his head and wondered how he was going to get himself out of this particular funk that he found himself in.

 

[Ford Harkonnen]

Ford stalked his way down to the quidditch pitch. The one thing he had to get himself out of his moods most of the time was quidditch. But now, all he had was a crappy school broom and the pitch, he couldn't even fly over the lake. And for doing nothing wrong! He sighed and looked up to see Bruin on a bench.

"Hello, Bruin," he said emotionlessly, and without missing a step kicked the door of the shed open. He looked around at the selection, "These are all crap," he cursed moodily before grabbing one and walking out of the shed.

 

[Zoe-Hope Weasley]

((is this open?))

 

[Ford Harkonnen]

((It's not closed... ))

 

[Bruin Dumbledez]

(It's open)

Bruin looked up as Ford approached and watched in amusement as he took out his frustrations on the broom shed door. Apparently, it was true what they said about misery loving company.

Bruin glanced at the selection of brooms and replied. "Actually, that would be an insult to crap as far as I can tell... So, how'd things work out with Manteia? It would appear that you lost your broom as well, eh?"

 

[Zoe-Hope Weasley]

Zoe was bored and decided she would get in some quidditch practise before their first game, which was yet to be schedualed. She saw Bruin and Ford looking sad with a set of school brooms, she walked up to them, "Hey guys, whats wrong?" she said then mounted her broom and hovered around them.

 

[Ford Harkonnen]

"Lost my broom," Ford explained to Zoe and confirmed to Bruin, "Absolute crap," he muttered angrily while looking at the broom in his hand. He swung his leg over the broom and kicked off roughly. He hovered a few feet up for a moment before shooting off full blast, which was pretty slow for Ford. The broom kept creeping to the right at an alarmingly fast rate. He kept nudging it over until his already short temper gave out and he tumbled onto the ground and threw the broom with and angry shout that was composed of words his mother would not have approved of. He kicked the grass once or twice before falling backwards on to the pitch and laying on his back staring into the sky blankly.

 

[Bruin Dumbledez]

Bruin watched Ford's tirade, completely understanding how he felt, but not knowing what to say to help him feel better. "Hey Ford! Have you ever played hockey? Kale and I were talking about hosting a little game down on the frozen lake. Seeing as flying these crappy brooms sucks, perhaps we can take our frustrations out another way?"

Bruin had no idea whether Ford would be interested, but knew that hockey had always helped him deal with his frustrations before.

Bruin turned to Zoe. "We've had our brooms confiscated for a couple weeks and are experiencing difficulty dealing with it. You're welcome to play hockey too if you like?"

 

[Courtney Potter]

((Hockey at the lake? Can I join? ))

 

[Ford Harkonnen]

"You all go on," Ford said more dryly than usual. He was content to stare up at the sky, which was quickly turning to the Sun as it reached noon.


((Yes, you may. ))

 

[Bruin Dumbledez]

"Alright Ford, suit yourself..." Bruin replied, "but if you change your mind, we'll be down on the lake later on."

Bruin picked up one of the house brooms and held it like it were a javelin, he took a couple of quick hops and launched it. It sailed in a nice arc and planted itself, handle first in a snow bank beside the broom shed. "Say, that's the best that one of those things have flown since I've been here!!!"

"See you all later, I've got some things to do in preparation for our hockey game!!!", Bruin said, suddenly feeling a little better than he had.

 

[Ford Harkonnen]

Ford made no motion that acknowledged the others' departure. He just lay spread eagle on the snow-covered quidditch pitch. The grey clouds above him rolled by apathetically, oblivious. He sighed and closed his eyes, letting the peace on the grounds that day surround him, in hopes that it would calm his nerves.



((Aww...emoFord... ))

 

[Bruin Dumbledez]

(Noooooooooo!!!!!!)

Bruin packed a perfect snowball and launched it in Ford's direction, hoping to snap his fellow second-year and brother out of his mini-depressive state.

Bruin could be heard yelling "INCOMING!!!!" as he scampered off the pitch.
h43r:

 

[Ford Harkonnen]

Ford was vaguely aware of the snowball that landed inches from his head and Bruin's call. His head was elsewhere.

He didn't know what to think. He had no doubts that he had not done the right thing, and was aware that the Headmistress had to have made some sort of punishment. However Ford couldn't help but feel at a loss. Every part of him desired to fight it, but it would do him no good, it would only make it worse. Ford just resigned himself to watching the clouds float on in the sky.

Ford was not worried about the time that passed. He was unaware of it passing. Suddenly Ford awoke from his reverie. The sun was just above the horizon, casting red light over the world. He shook his head and sat up. The school broom was still where he had tossed it. He stood up and brushed off his pants, then grabbed his broom. He walked back to the shed, his face had returned to it's usually impassive and dour expression. There was a new spring in his step, which is to say that he sauntered cockily over the snow. The shed door was still open and Ford placed the broom inside and closed the door before walking up to the castle in silence.