The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
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Post by Christian George Fraser on Mar 17, 2019 23:21:17 GMT
As with most things involving himself and Baggy, Christian wasn't quite sure how they'd got to this point - 'this point' being 50 feet off the ground with a bludger flying directly towards his face.
He slides down the shaft of his broom to get his bat in the right position, less hitting the ball and more letting it ricochet off the edge of it and back towards his partner. They sit barely 6 feet away from each other, just knocking the growling sphere gently back and forth whilst chatting absolute shit about whatever topic pops into their heads.
Its been just the two of them a lot recently, given that Toby and Jasper are both getting laid on the regular. Neither of them begrudge this, but it means that their games have gotten more creative over the last few weeks. Usually when on brooms they'd be hurling quaffles and making the other fly hard to catch it. Using bludgers isn't technically allowed outside of official quidditch practices... and Christian has decided not to ask how his friend acquired the erratic thing they're playing with. Ignorance is often bliss, especially when it comes to Baggy.
They're flying closer than they normally would be to try and keep the the ball close - the last thing anybody needs is a rogue bludger touring the grounds of Hogwarts on a gentle spring afternoon - and it means the conversation flows a lot more readily than it often does with their games. Which is why Christian is only just finding out that Baggy hadn't realised Toby and Miles were now A Thing.
"It happened at that party in Ravenclaw Tower a few weeks ago," Christian tells him as the bludger taps against his bat to head back towards his eagle friend, "Y'know, the arts fund one that Wuh-Fab-Wuh organised..."
It’s a lazy kind of evening. Lazy games, lazy chat, lazy flying - the perfect antidote to an afternoon of alchemy.
Leisurely flipping his bat while he waited for the possessed leather ball to be returned, Baggy glanced past his friend’s shoulder for a moment. The sky was a saturated gradient of purple, pink, and yellow; the horizon, blurred by mist, faded past the forest into distant mountains. It was the sort of view that could wet a Hollywood-location-scout’s pants. Or, at least it would have been if a muggle were ever allowed to get within a mile of the place without going slightly nuts.
It had been the warmest day at the castle in ages. All day, from every window, the sky had boasted a radiant and uninhibited azure in all directions. And all day Baggy had ached to be in it.
Naturally, he’d grabbed Phrase as soon as they had hit the Great Hall for dinner, shoved a pie in his hand, and re-directed him outside.
A few stolen minutes in the air was easily worth a whole day’s longing. Plus, he’d recently acquired a feisty af bludger-… well, experimented on an old bludger he had recently acquired, and he’d been itching to take it out for a spin. So here they were - talking shit and knocking his new toy back and forth. Bliss.
”Oh THAT party…” Baggy grinned as a memory poked its head in the window of his brain, “Was there anything else of interest that might have happened at that party by any chance?” He raised his eyebrows as he set his vision squarely on Phrase’s eyes and lined up a home-run-winning shot past his shoulder, towards the horizon.
Post by Christian George Fraser on Aug 14, 2019 11:45:54 GMT
The glint in Baggy's eyes is all Christian needs to see as he lines up his shot to know its not going to be a fair one - especially with the addition of That Question at the same time. His friends are dickheads (and he loves them all).
Christian leans his head to the side rather than try and re-position himself and lets the bludger fly close passed him without even looking at it, "Yes. That party." Agreement, but with a slight glare added. "Shut the fuck up." His friends had been griping at him randomly ever since that night and he still wasn't sure how to respond without floundering. Jasper had wasted no time in filling in the others with the details he'd relayed in the shower, but Christian as usual still had no idea what he was doing with anything. He didn't know where he stood with anything or anyone from that night (Dominique. He meant Dom. Obviously.) and he was trying really hard not to think about the implications of that in too much detail. Not yet.
Its only then that Christian remembers they aren't playing with a normal ball and he probably shouldn't have just let it do a fly-by. "Where'd it go?" He asks Baggy as he turns around to try and catch a glimpse of where it went. He hoped his friend had been watching the enchantment and not Christian's own discomfort, but he wasn't actually sure which option was most likely.
A small, but instant flicker of regret hit Baggy’s abdomen and he watched through a wince as the heavy ball shot through a hair’s width from Christian’s cheek and off into the distance. He didn’t think he’d hit it that hard - but it had broken like a horse at the starting gates.
He glared, brow furrowed, towards the speck still moving toward the horizon for a moment, but hearing his friend’s agitation, let his eyes flick back to Christian’s face.
”Mate,” he said, tilting his head, ”No need to be like that." He sighed a longing, sarcastic sigh, and shrugged, ”I’m just sore ‘cause I couldn’t be the first lady carried home in your strong arms, Prince Charming.”
His eyes settled back on point on the horizon over the Forbidden Forest where the ball should have reappeared on its endless quest for inflicting human blunt-force trauma.
It had not.
A small panic bubbled up and his jaw clenched imperceptibly.
He would never claim to be a charms expert, but he’d been 99% sure he’d nailed it this time. His mind flashed over the enchantment he’d used and…
I guess there’s a chance I gave it free-er will than was absolutely necessary so…
This is probably not a good sign.
He opened his mouth, but Christian had already put his thoughts into words.
”I can’t see where it’s gone… but I guess we’d know if it was here, hey? Feel like going on a recovery mission? Just think of it as the dragon you skipped slaughtering the other night before you picked up your lady love...” Baggy grinned and turned his broom to face the Forest.
Post by Christian George Fraser on Aug 14, 2019 14:31:37 GMT
Christian couldn't help but laugh at Baggy's response. It was one of the reason's they'd clicked so well from the beginning - their shared sense of humour no matter the situation. Sometimes it was slightly inappropriate but he didn't think they ever really took it too far. At least, not in front of people who care about that kind of thing. He felt lighter for it immediately, "To be fair, you'd probably have been easier to carry anyway. She wriggled like a fucker the entire time."
He stared at the Ravenclaw as he spoke again, vocalising the truth he didn't really want to hear. The sky above them was bright and there was barely a breeze in the air when they were sat still. Almost perfect flying conditions. The bludger was probably having the time of its... life? Was life the right word? He shuddered at the implication. Now wasn't really the time to be considering the ethics of free-will in an inanimate object. Except, maybe now was exactly the time because that's the situation they appeared to be in. "Baggy, my man, my dude, my bro... do I want to know why this bludger didn't stay close to the pitch like they're supposed to?" Christian was almost positive he didn't.
And then Baggy positioned himself to face the Forbidden Forest and honest-to-Merlin grinned at him. The fucker. Given the time of year the sun was still way off setting but if they were going in there that probably wouldn't make a difference.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he stated, turning and flying off to the edge of the trees without even waiting for a response because of course this is what was happening. Why was he even surprised any more?
tagged: Jordan "Baggy" Michaels words: 299 notes: hanging out the passengers side of his best friends ride
”Probably best you didn’t ask, but - hypothetically - assuming you had asked… It’s likely I’d have said something along the lines of ‘the bludger we are currently pursuing might not exactly be a piece of Hogwarts-issued quidditch equipment’.” A quick breath in, ”In fact, it might be more accurate to say ‘the bludger we are currently pursuing was purchased for 2 sickles out back of the Broomsticks, disenchanted, re-enchanted and made into the Frankenstein’s monster of bludgers by someone not altogether well-up on sports-equipment charms’.”
He sucked air in as the wind caught a small bead of sweat on his brow.
Leaning his broom forward slightly and picking up the pace, he shot another, less convincing grin across to Christian. He knew Christian would not be angry about the situation - it was pretty par for the course as far as an afternoon’s exploits went. Besides, they had plenty of time to hunt out the rogue bludger before anyone missed them at the castle. That was, of course, if anyone missed them at the castle. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time they hadn’t returned to their respective common rooms of an evening.
A thought struck Baggy.
What if I gave a leather ball SENTIENCE?
”What if I gave it sentience?!”
Was that even possible?
”Is that even possible?!”
Would that make me a FATHER?
"Phrase. I'm way too young to be a dad."
WORD COUNT: 253 NOTES: Stave off an existential crisis!
Post by Christian George Fraser on Sept 1, 2019 0:55:40 GMT
"Honestly," Christian started, "I always assumed Jasper would be the first one of us to become a dad..."
It was the easiest part of the entire situation to focus on, really. Definitely the only one worth replying to. Of course Baggy had experimented with charms on the most dangerous thing he could think of used in daily life, and of course it would be Christian with him now as the event unfolded in front of them. It made absolute sense to him. It was always Christian - occasionally with Jasper and Toby too, but it never seemed to be either of them alone with Baggy when these things happened. It was never even Rose, either, because apparently things like realising a bludger has sentience don't happen on Date Night.
They kept together as they entered the forest. The trees around the edges still had enough space between them for light to follow the boys through, even as high up as they were. Christian hadn't noted the bludger going above the tree tops so staying amongst the branches as they looked around seemed the best course of action to him currently. For the first time in his life, he found himself wishing he was a seeker. But then again, its not like they were looking for something golden and shiny, so maybe that would just be more frustrating.
"If you were a bludger," he considered, turning to look at Baggy slightly before correcting himself, "Well, if you were your sentient bludger son - where would you go?"