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032. 29 october 1976. evening.
Jul. 3rd, 2011 10:07 pmOctober 10, 1976 — 21:45 hrs
Hogwarts, Scotland
Corridor near the Quidditch pitch
James leaves the Quidditch pitch at about nine forty-five at night, fifteen minutes before curfew, still in his Quidditch gear. Practice had been over for hours now, but James didn't want to leave — not until Madam Hooch kicked him out, anyway, after telling him that no competitors of the upcoming match were allowed to be near the vicinity for 'safety reasons'.
Right, thinks James. It was very likely because of what happened a few years ago when one of the Slytherin team members decided to tamper with the Bludgers in order to beat Gryffindor that game. He remembers when Anthony Hillert-Stein got a Bludger right to the face, breaking his nose and costing the Gryffindors a Chaser for the rest of the season.
Either way, he didn't want to argue, so he leaves.
He'd been sitting in the stands, with a full view of the pitch, going over every strategy he and his teammates had come up with in his head. He pictured Cliona catching the Quaffle from mid-center of the pitch, then passing it to him; they'd fly forward before James tossed the Quaffle back to Cliona, tricking the others into thinking he was going to pass to Shacklebolt instead ...
He'd done just about as much as he could as Captain. He's almost entirely sure he's matched Quentin March for Most Obsessive Captain of the Gryffindor Team in Decades now, and after this game, he's sure he'll even surpass the other bloke.
It very nearly shames him, but more than that, James thinks he can finally fully appreciate the tenacity of their former captain to keep going, even when your teammates think you've gone completely mad.
He is still mumbling tactics under his breath when he makes his way through the dim corridors of Hogwarts, on his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
Hogwarts, Scotland
Corridor near the Quidditch pitch
James leaves the Quidditch pitch at about nine forty-five at night, fifteen minutes before curfew, still in his Quidditch gear. Practice had been over for hours now, but James didn't want to leave — not until Madam Hooch kicked him out, anyway, after telling him that no competitors of the upcoming match were allowed to be near the vicinity for 'safety reasons'.
Right, thinks James. It was very likely because of what happened a few years ago when one of the Slytherin team members decided to tamper with the Bludgers in order to beat Gryffindor that game. He remembers when Anthony Hillert-Stein got a Bludger right to the face, breaking his nose and costing the Gryffindors a Chaser for the rest of the season.
Either way, he didn't want to argue, so he leaves.
He'd been sitting in the stands, with a full view of the pitch, going over every strategy he and his teammates had come up with in his head. He pictured Cliona catching the Quaffle from mid-center of the pitch, then passing it to him; they'd fly forward before James tossed the Quaffle back to Cliona, tricking the others into thinking he was going to pass to Shacklebolt instead ...
He'd done just about as much as he could as Captain. He's almost entirely sure he's matched Quentin March for Most Obsessive Captain of the Gryffindor Team in Decades now, and after this game, he's sure he'll even surpass the other bloke.
It very nearly shames him, but more than that, James thinks he can finally fully appreciate the tenacity of their former captain to keep going, even when your teammates think you've gone completely mad.
He is still mumbling tactics under his breath when he makes his way through the dim corridors of Hogwarts, on his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
