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Post by sorachicora on Apr 29, 2007 14:18:45 GMT
I walked out and mounted my broom 'let's see what I can still do' I thought and took off. I flew to one end and swerved back. Then I raced to the otherside of the pitch and flew threw one of the goals.
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Post by Michael Watkins on Apr 30, 2007 16:34:12 GMT
I walk onto the pitch holding my broom, but see a girl already there.
I watch her fly up the pitch and through one of the goals.
Who was I kidding?
I couldn't be here.
Not without seeing Jo hovering in front of the hoops, scraping her hair back in that familiar way of hers and grinning.
I throw my broom angrily on the ground.
Then sigh, and pick it up again, making my way to the stands and lying on a bench, to look up at the sky.
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Post by sorachicora on Apr 30, 2007 22:40:14 GMT
I looked down and saw a boy laying down on a bench with a broom. I flew down to him and said "coming here to fly or think?"
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 1, 2007 7:34:57 GMT
"I came here to fly." I say honestly. "Then realised I couldn't do it. Well, I can fly, I mean I'm on the team and all. But I just-..." I glance back to the goal posts, empty. "I just-...can't."
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Post by sorachicora on May 1, 2007 11:35:53 GMT
"Oh" I said sitting down thinking 'where did I see him before?' then it hit me "I remember where I saw you!"
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 1, 2007 11:36:33 GMT
"Oh? Where was that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by sorachicora on May 1, 2007 11:37:39 GMT
I looked around to make sure nobody else was around then said "order"
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 1, 2007 11:38:20 GMT
"Oh right, another person who saw me make a complete ass of myself." I say, nodding slowly.
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Post by sorachicora on May 1, 2007 11:40:08 GMT
"I'm sorry for your loss" I said looking at the ground.
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 1, 2007 11:42:04 GMT
"Yeah, I am too." I sigh, still looking directly up at the sky.
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Post by sorachicora on May 1, 2007 11:44:12 GMT
I looked at him then to the sky.
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 1, 2007 11:45:44 GMT
"You're in her house, aren't you?" I ask.
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Post by sorachicora on May 1, 2007 11:46:42 GMT
"she was in Gryffindor right?" I asked "never really seen her around"
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 1, 2007 11:47:37 GMT
"Yeah, Gryffindor." I nod. "She played quidditch. Keeper. She was captain too, I think. I imagine there's a new captain and keeper now."
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Post by sorachicora on May 1, 2007 11:50:20 GMT
"I think so" I said looking at the ground again.
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 1, 2007 11:51:00 GMT
"Thought as much."
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Post by sorachicora on May 1, 2007 11:53:03 GMT
"why do we do this to our self's?" I asked
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 1, 2007 11:53:57 GMT
"Do what to ourselves?"
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Post by sorachicora on May 1, 2007 11:55:16 GMT
"let somebody we love protect us?" I said
{{g2g soon}}
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 1, 2007 11:58:11 GMT
"Let someone we love protect us..." I repeat.
OOC - Okay.
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Post by sorachicora on May 1, 2007 20:59:53 GMT
"yea let someone we cared about defend us. After they die you feel like you can't do anything and you should have done something." I said
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 2, 2007 11:17:50 GMT
"But, I could of." I half-laugh. "She came to me. Just before she left. I must have been the last one she spoke to. She said she was going to get free, and she promised it wasn't dangerous. The-...the last thing she said 'Don't wait for me. I'll be a while.'" My face creases up with pain and sorrow and I can't carry on so I just put my hands over my face and groan.
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Post by sorachicora on May 2, 2007 11:32:30 GMT
"I'm so sorry for what happened" I said looking at him
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 2, 2007 11:34:03 GMT
"Yeah, I am too. I'm sorry that it was my fault that she died. I'm sorry that she was offered to trade my life for hers and she didn't take it."
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Post by sorachicora on May 2, 2007 11:34:55 GMT
"She cared about you then. My brother did the same"
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 2, 2007 11:37:03 GMT
"I told her..." I say softly. "I told her I'd rather it was me than her. I don't know how many times I told her, and she just-..." I trail off, not thinking of much else to say.
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Post by sorachicora on May 2, 2007 11:39:02 GMT
I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say.
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 2, 2007 11:40:22 GMT
"I'm sorry, have we even been properly introduced?" I say, sitting up. "Here, we are, spouting all sorts of things and we don't even know each other. I'm Mika Watkins." I say, holding out a hand to her.
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Post by sorachicora on May 2, 2007 11:41:59 GMT
I took his hand and said "Sora"
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Post by Michael Watkins on May 2, 2007 11:42:28 GMT
"Pleasure, Sora."
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