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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 5, 2007 22:08:57 GMT
I smile walking into the Quidditch Store, screw Ian and his hate for Quidditch no child of mne was going to grow up hating Quidditch.
I smile looking at all the brooms, recalling when I got my first broom.
I had been about four, and I never forget that day.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 8, 2007 13:34:51 GMT
"Faggot," I mutter to myself as I glance around the store, realising it's empty besides a blonde woman looking at brooms.
I'd checked every place on this street and not one of my three cousins were to be found. I'd at least thought I'd find Rowan here, but no.
Of course not.
I decide to look around anyway, seeing as I had nothing better to do with my day, and start up an aisle, glancing at things without any real interest.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 8, 2007 15:38:30 GMT
I turn around looking at the other side of the shop to see if they had anything I could buy when I slam into someone,"Oh ouch." I mutter rubbing my forehead,"Sorry, I really gotta watch where I'm going."
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 8, 2007 16:31:21 GMT
I laugh, "Wow, that's like the...something time today I've walked straight into someone. Sorry. You alright?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 8, 2007 19:33:47 GMT
"Yeah, nothing broken." I grin,"Sorry, I really gotta watch where I'm going."
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 9, 2007 10:27:08 GMT
"Hey, no worries," I smile, then stick out a hand, "Scott Hunt."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 9, 2007 11:13:42 GMT
My smile falters a bit, but I still shake his hand,"Maddie."
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 12, 2007 18:01:26 GMT
I watch her smile falter and laugh slightly, shaking my head, "Oh God, and the family name has left its mark, once again. I'm gonna kill those bitches one of these days, I swear it."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 13, 2007 0:16:46 GMT
"It's nothing bad really." I grin,"Ian..Chris.." I force myself to say,"He's my boyfriend."
Not for long...
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 9:45:26 GMT
"Jesus Christ, my sympathies," I laugh, "Well, at least I don't have to apologise for once, well, maybe, I'm not sure. He's probably still a fucker."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 15, 2007 20:22:12 GMT
"That's what everyone says." I laugh,"He is, but I love him."
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 20, 2007 16:54:45 GMT
"Well, um...condolances...congratulations...whichever is more fitting," I grin.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 20, 2007 20:57:38 GMT
"I'll go with congratulations." I laugh,"So Scott was it? Please tell me your not a Quidditch hater like your cousin?" I ask hopefully.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 21, 2007 17:36:36 GMT
"Oh God no, Chris is the blacksheep in that sense...along with many other senses. Everyone else loves the game. He used to play too, doesn't anymore," I shrug, "But oh well. You a quidditch fan too then?"
I glance around briefly, "Okay, stupid question, I don't see why else you'd be in here." I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 21, 2007 22:00:28 GMT
"But of course, played Keeper for two years." I grin.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 16:00:18 GMT
"Haha, Beater for 4 years." I grin back. "I loved that. Could whack bludgers at people, like my best mate...you'd think I'd feel guilty...but nope." I joke.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 22, 2007 16:07:40 GMT
"Beater, very nice, my cousin was a beater too. Well I feel bad for your best mate then, well not if he deserved it." I laugh.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 16:10:23 GMT
I laugh, "Don't feel sorry for him. Jack's an ass. He probably deserved it. Not that I remember if he did or not."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 22, 2007 16:15:50 GMT
"Wait..Jack Tucker? About ye tall?" I ask holding my hand above my head,"Brown shaggy hair, blue eyes, smells like a dead pig?" I laugh.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 16:18:05 GMT
I laugh, "That's the one. Thinks he's God's gift to woman and that he's more attractive than I am, which he's obviously not." I joke.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 22, 2007 16:21:09 GMT
"Yeah, that' my JackJack, thickheaded bastard, more like curse to all women, bloody comes home after we all think he's dead and he's covered in dragon pox!" I laugh,"Er..really can't answer that question seeing a a) he's my cousin and I'm not southern and b) your my boyfriend's cousin and really can't answer that either."
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 16:23:44 GMT
"Tell him to stop turning up at the house then, or he really will end up dead," I grin, only half-joking, "And don't worry, it wasn't a question. I already know." I laugh.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 22, 2007 16:26:20 GMT
"So you two have known each other for a while then?" I ask, wondering why he'd hadn't told me any of this before. "And yeah, you beat Jack out just cos I say you can."
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 16:30:44 GMT
"A while," I nod, now realising it was probably a mistake to mention Jack as he'd obviously neglected to mention anything about me to her, just as I'd kept the whole befriending a Gryffindor blood traitor on the quiet at home, "Oh cool. Means a lot that does," I grin.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 22, 2007 16:37:48 GMT
"Schoolmates? Quidditch rivals?" I guess, making a mental note to talk to Jack later when I saw him."Yeah, I thought it would, I have an effect on people about making their day according to that bastard I call my cousin." I laugh.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 16:41:29 GMT
"Uh-huh, that's the one," I grin, That and the whole family's going way back helps as well...
I laugh, "Well, that's a good thing. You should hear what my cousins say about me. Ah fuck it's Scott, run away! or, how I'm not to be trusted with children...stuff like that. Apparently, I'm too irresponsible...Rowan panics when he leaves...um...can't remember her name...at home when I'm around. It's quite funny but no one else sees the funny side of it."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 22, 2007 16:46:09 GMT
"Ah, makes sense now." I laugh,"Oh so your the one I'm taking over for then? you lucky bastard, Rowan talked about how he can't leave Poppy with his twat of a cousin so he dumps her on me." I laugh."She basically lives over at my house now, sleeps in the same bed cos she's afraid the lobsters will try to get her." I laugh.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 16:51:30 GMT
"Ah, yeah, don't blame him. One time, one time, she comes out with something about Uncle Scott's special cigarettes, or Uncle Scott playing with needles, and I'm in uber trouble. I didn't even teach her that. It was that mudblood girl that told her that, not me. Oh, the lobsters...yeah, I heard her crying about that in the early hours of the morning, thought it was odd cos usually she cries for her mum but instead it was lobsters, probably should have noticed that no one cries all night anymore, but no. Well, at least someone's looking after her, I guess." I laugh slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 22, 2007 16:59:44 GMT
I flinch slightly, looking down at the mention of 'needles, mudblood, and cries for her mum'
Sounds familiar doesn't it Madeline?
"Must be hard." I say, forcing a weak smile,"Yeah, I'm looking after her, she's a good kid."
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 17:01:23 GMT
I arch an eyebrow but decide not to question her, "Yeah, she's alright, as far as kids go, I suppose." I shrug.
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