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Arvel Ayers

HM Writer | Socially Inept | Lazy | Pessimist
 
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OOC First Name
Claire
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Half Blood
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Too Young to Care
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Confused
Age
11/2033
Arvel had never been more disappointed about losing a game of Quidditch. Still, he wasn't particularly sad to be back on the ground; the pain in his side was throbbing, and he knew he needed to get checked over in the hospital wing as soon as possible. He couldn't believe he'd been hit just seconds into the game. It was like the Slytherin beaters had it out for him - just like everybody else. He took as long as he possibly could getting changed in the hopes Analei would get bored of waiting and leave without him. All but one of the other boys had left by the time Arvel was finally dressed, and even then he sat for a while on the changing room bench, nursing his ribs. Quidditch was the only thing he really enjoyed at school, and today that had been taken away from him as well. Maybe he would stay in the changing rooms all night. Maybe nobody would think to come and find him. It was a nice thought, but Arvel suspected that if Analei didn't report him missing, the caretaker would find him when he came in to clean. Arvel sighed and rolled his head back against the wall. This had definitely been the worst game yet - and the worst year at Hogwarts.
 

Abian Hunter

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OOC First Name
Daphne
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Muggleborn
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Single
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Bisexual (Unaware)
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12 1/2 Inch Cherry Wand with Billywig Stinger Core
Age
5/2035 (13)
Abian had been very nervous for his first match, and as he sat here in the changing room after it was over, those nerves still hadn't really left. Abian didn't really feel like he had played at all, the match had been so short. It was all in all, a pretty disappointing experience. Abian was lingering in the changing room because a part of him didn't feel like the match was over yet. He still held a fragment of hope that they would be called back out to actually play, even though he knew logically that wasn't going to happen. He had dressed a while ago, and then spent some time trying to locate one of his socks. It had made its way over to the other side of the room somehow, and with it found, Abian was starting to run out of reasons to stay here. "Hey, Arvel... are you okay?" He asked the only other boy still there. "That looked like a nasty hit." he added. It really was a shame that the short game had included a hit, especially to one of his fellow chasers.
 

Arvel Ayers

HM Writer | Socially Inept | Lazy | Pessimist
 
Messages
405
OOC First Name
Claire
Blood Status
Half Blood
Relationship Status
Too Young to Care
Sexual Orientation
Confused
Age
11/2033
Arvel hadn't been paying much attention to the other boy in the changing room. He was a chaser like Arvel and Analei, but he was also in the year below them, which meant Arvel had never made much of an effort to talk to him. Not that he made an effort to talk to anybody in his own year, either. He let go of his ribs and looked down, embarrassed by the boy's concern. Now his hand didn't know what to do with itself. He ran it through his hair. "I'm fine," he said, becoming more certain of this fact as he gave it a voice. "Probably just bruised..." He trailed off, almost willing Abian to leave him alone. His sympathy made him uncomfortable. "You... you were great out there. You played really well," he added, a tiny quiver on his lips the only clue that he was making a joke.
 

Abian Hunter

Chill | Ice Cream Lover | Skateboarder | Friendly
 
Messages
262
OOC First Name
Daphne
Blood Status
Muggleborn
Relationship Status
Single
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual (Unaware)
Wand
12 1/2 Inch Cherry Wand with Billywig Stinger Core
Age
5/2035 (13)
Abian thought Arvel was one of the cooler people on the team. He wasn't much older than Abian, but had already been on the team for at least a year. He admired the boy, and felt sad that he had been hit. "I think the hospital wing has stuff against bruises." He said, approaching and taking a seat next to him. The boy's next words made him frown in confusion for a moment. "Uh," then he noticed Arvel's lip quiver a bit as if he was going to smile, and he got it. "Oh! You're joking." He laughed a little. "I really wish I could have played more. But you actually did play well in those few minutes we got. You got your hands on he quaffle! First!" He looked excited as he remembered it. "I was sure we were going to score lots and lots. Or at least, you and Analei would. I would have been happy to help out." He sighed, drooping a bit. "Too bad the seeker got the snitch so fast. What is a real game like? One that's longer than five minutes?" He asked him, looking at him curiously.
 

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