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dear_mun2014-01-30 08:48 pm
alwaysakeeper) wrote in dear_mun2014-01-30 08:48 pm
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Dusting off the muse
[Here is one incredibly unimpressed Quidditch Captain staring balefully at his mun.]
Nothing to say? I reckon not.
[Guess who has been left to mould for months on end?]
Nothing penetrates that thick head of yours, does it? Bloody useless, you are.
I don’t appreciate any sort of waffling, Mun, and I certainly do not appreciate having nothing to do. I’ve a cup to win, which I know you are well aware of, and if you must keep me here against my will, you ought to at least make it worth my while.
[This is Oliver Wood, putting his foot down because his mun and his sanity need it.]
If you insist on one of these games, it’s only fair to meet halfway, yeah? First, choose a less rubbish canonpoint. It’s inconvenient at best, [He grimaces.] and not as amusing as you seem to think it to be. There is nothing hilarious about missing a match, especially a life-changing one. You ought to know better, and to be frank, I am quite disappointed in you, for this and a number of other things. Second, a game allowing magic and an area large enough for a Quidditch pitch is non-negotiable. Third, a canon review is a must. Your Quidditch knowledge is rather…lacking. Fourth, it’s obvious you need to adhere to a strict schedule, given your tendencies for procrastination and whinging. Here, I’ve drawn up a table for you—Oi!
[Nope, mun is done listening. Too long winded, bro.]
Nothing to say? I reckon not.
[Guess who has been left to mould for months on end?]
Nothing penetrates that thick head of yours, does it? Bloody useless, you are.
I don’t appreciate any sort of waffling, Mun, and I certainly do not appreciate having nothing to do. I’ve a cup to win, which I know you are well aware of, and if you must keep me here against my will, you ought to at least make it worth my while.
[This is Oliver Wood, putting his foot down because his mun and his sanity need it.]
If you insist on one of these games, it’s only fair to meet halfway, yeah? First, choose a less rubbish canonpoint. It’s inconvenient at best, [He grimaces.] and not as amusing as you seem to think it to be. There is nothing hilarious about missing a match, especially a life-changing one. You ought to know better, and to be frank, I am quite disappointed in you, for this and a number of other things. Second, a game allowing magic and an area large enough for a Quidditch pitch is non-negotiable. Third, a canon review is a must. Your Quidditch knowledge is rather…lacking. Fourth, it’s obvious you need to adhere to a strict schedule, given your tendencies for procrastination and whinging. Here, I’ve drawn up a table for you—Oi!
[Nope, mun is done listening. Too long winded, bro.]
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OMG YOU TWO
Helpful. Truly.
[He makes a face at the puns, but refuses to comment. It'll only encourage them, and honestly, he doesn't want to know how many puns they can come up with.]
CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP
Are you sure you don't want to branch out?
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FUUU
He's going to regret deigning to respond, isn't he?]Honestly, is that all you got?
[He crosses his arms in a huffy, put upon manner, fingers tapping impatiently on his arm.]
Fine. Do you lot have any ideas then?
[His mun is impossible, finding ways to get her to let him "branch out" was a pain in the arse.
He doesn't miss you two. Not at all.]no subject
A stiff arm will only serve for so long before it wearies one's typing fingers.
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...Sorry, have we met?
[He frowns, studying the strangely familiar eyes. Eventually, he replies in a rather resigned, mulish manner.]
I've all ready tried other approaches with my mun.
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Albus Dumbledore, at your temporary disposal.
Anxiety of a thing often taxes us more greatly than does frank action. A degree of frustration is understandable -- for all that worry will do little for it here and now. May I ask the nature of the match?
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Give him a moment. He probably needs to get the staring out of his system.]
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Never did he imagine he could run into a younger Dumbledore here. A younger version of any of his professors, really. He mentally shudders at the thought of young Snape.]
P-Professor?
[That was so not a squeak. Not at all.]
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I've tried everything, Professor. Appealing to reason was ineffective. The mun seems rather adept at turning a deaf ear to the lot of us.
[mumbles]
Granger suggested an ultimatum. Fat lot of good it's doing me.
Done!
The nature of the match is that it's the very last of the school year, the one that determines who wins the Quidditch Cup, and it's against Slytherin! After--
[He swallows. The match with Hufflepuff was still a sore spot for him. In fact, the past couple years had a tinge of bitterness and "what ifs" that spins in his head the closer they got to the last match. It would be different if it was from lack of skill, but instead circumstance was the culprit.]
It's my last year, my last chance to win it for Gryffindor, for the best team at Hogwarts--I can't afford to lose focus or not be there for my team--
[His rant had started irritated, ending with the words coming out faster and more desperate as he speaks.
He might have forgotten he's speaking to Dumbledore for a moment.]
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Oh, and, I have to ask, even though my mun is facepalming. What's Quidditch?
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at light speedfast.]Er...yes. Thanks.
If she would actually make a decision [Pointed glare at his mun.], then I wouldn't be here attempting to talk to her. It's ridiculous how so many of us are kept in limbo, as if we don't have lives to get on with. I haven't got time for any sort of fence sitting.
[Even though he does want to get back to his life, he does agree that the worlds out there are interesting, and exploring them doesn't sound half bad. It's mostly the indecisiveness he has a problem with.]
I don't suppose yours has plans for you? Mine won't say anything beyond "interesting" and "keeping the muse on their toes".
[You can imagine how helpful that is. :|]
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Done. I'm sorry lmao.
Get ready, Barry, you asked for it.]
Quidditch is a fantastic sport, arguably the best out there--
[Oh what the heck, the hush-hush of the wizarding world doesn't apply here, right?]
Each game involves two teams of seven players, all of whom are up in the air on brooms. There are three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper--that's me--and one Seeker. We have four balls, see? (I heard Muggle sports usually involve one.) A Quaffle, which is used by the Chasers to score on the opposing side. [He uses his hands to indicate how big it is, which is roughly the size of a football.] Ten points each time it makes it through one of the three hoops, which are guarded by the Keepers. There are two Bludgers, which are charmed to knock people off their brooms. The Beaters' job is to keep their team safe, whilst hitting the Bludgers at the opposing team. Then there's the Snitch, the most important one of the lot. It's a tiny, hard to catch thing [Again he indicates the size with his hand.] worth one hundred and fifty points. Once it's caught by a Seeker, the game is over. Usually it would indicate a win for the Seeker's team due to the large amount of points it's worth. Think you've got all that so far?
[He pauses to take a breath. Maybe he's going a bit fast, especially for someone unfamiliar with magic.]
...hold on a tic.
[He whips out a piece of parchment to draw some basic diagrams, as well as rough sketches of the balls and a typical Quidditch field.]
Now see this? This is--
[He's totally in his element, and is going to keep rambling if no one stops him. It'll soon devolve into spectacular plays and exciting games he's witnessed or participated in.]
lolz 1/?
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girlWood, you did not just --4 doneeee i swurz
i hate you
Diggory?
[Isn't Cedric the understanding type? He certainly should get Oliver's issues with his mun, but that reaction indicates there's something else, something he's obviously not privy to. He knows he's further behind than most people from their world, and now he's wondering if he should be nervous about the future outside of Quidditch. Is it even okay to ask what Cedric is talking about?]
I--are you...are you all right?
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It's not the same.
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