Shaking out incredibly dusty muse. Be gentle :x

[goalposts]

You should know my preferences well enough by now to realize that if you're planning to send me anywhere it better come with a pitch as part of the package.

[Oliver, really.]

No, no, I've said my bit. If I'm going to be stuck in these places the least you can do is make sure I've got a place to keep in good form. Some of us have careers that require more than sitting at a desk all day, you know.

[...

>:(. Oliver.]

What? I'm only saying there are better things--more important things-- to do with my time than sitting around your head while you look at funny pictures of cats.

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[embodimentofmercy]

Yours does that, too?

[goalposts]

The cat thing? Constantly. Animals in general, it seems. I think she has a problem, personally.

[embodimentofmercy]

The ones my mun looks at ain't even real.

[goalposts]

Off their rockers completely, these muns. I don't know what they excpect us to do with them.

[embodimentofmercy]

Roll over and accept it, I guess.

[goalposts]

I try not to complain after seeing what she's done to some of the others in her head. Merlin knows what she'd think up for me if I make too much noise.

[embodimentofmercy]

Sounds like a damn pain.

[goalposts]

Could always be worse, I suppose. I'm still around and uninjured in any case.

...Minus the Quidditch injuries.

[Which are your own damn fault, Wood.]

[embodimentofmercy]

...Quidditch?

[goalposts]

[Oh, Lord, he were go.]





...You don't know what Quidditch is?

[embodimentofmercy]

Uh, no. Never came up.

[aperfectthird]

[:|]

Is there a problem with a career that requires sitting at a desk? It's certainly a fair sight safer than getting up on one of those death traps disguised as cleaning apparatus.

[goalposts]

[He looks appalled.]

How could it never come up?

[...Forgive him, he forgets that there are people around here that aren't from his world.]

[goalposts]

Don't talk about my brooms like that. They're sensitive.

[aperfectthird]

They're death traps. And they're inanimate.

[goalposts]

Name one time my broom hurt me.

[aperfectthird]

Second year, the first match of the year. Weren't you in hospital for a week?

[embodimentofmercy]

Neither doctor mentioned it, and it ain't somethin' I've come across.

[goalposts]

It's a brilliant game. There's never a dull moment, really. Too much to look at all at once. If you ever do come across it, give it a chance--you won't be sorry. You think that the Muggles get crazed about football, it's nothing compared to being a full crowd at a Quidditch match.

[goalposts]

I think it was closer to two, actually. Dunno. Too many trips to Pomfrey to really keep them straight.

But that wasn't the booms fault--that was because of the bludger I took to the stomach.

[embodimentofmercy]

Football?

[Sorry, Wood, but this dusty cowboy is literally from where he looks.]

[aperfectthird]

If you weren't on the broom, you wouldn't have got knocked off of it.

[goalposts]

And if Charlie hadn't been on a broom to catch me, I would have left a lovely dent in the ground.

[SOLID LOGIC.]

[goalposts]

I.


You. It's.


[Can you hear that? That snapping? That's his brain trying to understand not having these things in your life and splintering in the process.]

Where are you from?

[embodimentofmercy]

Texas. Town called Mercy.

Why?