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[batmanschmatman]

[Dick is walking through a crowded hallway when he makes his post, because the thought just occurred to him as he was leaving transfiguration class and hey, why not poll people instead of dragging out the yearly calendar when he gets back to his room.] Hey, does anyone know when Parent's weekend this year is? I feel like that should be coming up soon, but I totally don't remember. [And knowing about it sooner rather than later will mean making sure his dad can actually show up, because being an attorney is apparently a huge time sink, who knew.] Does anyone want to play some Quidditch after classes are done? I've got an extra quaffle around, and no team's using the field for practice, so. Could be fun. [Private to Tim] It's been an hour, do you need a rescue? [Open Spam for the Quidditch Field] [After school, Dick has decided to head down to the Quidditch field for some practice, which mostly means doing a lot of show offy tricks in the air because lol no one to pass the quaffle around with yet, and tossing it through the goal posts and diving to catch it at dangerously high speeds gets old after a while. So, come down for a game/some trash talk/mocking him for being a show off/saying hi, what have you.] [ooc: Dick is a sixteen year old senior in Monkey, who plays Quidditch and is generally a very talented student. He tries to look out for the younger kids and the weird kids like Kovacs and doesn't take shit from bullies, which has earned him a goody two shoes reputation that he doesn't really bother trying to deny. I'll be replying with theboywonder.]

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[smallestviper]

[The Quidditch field is usually empty at this time of day but it doesn't surprise Beatrix that Grayson's already taken to the air. She rolls her eyes as he shows off, lifting her wand to send up a spray of large, multicolored bubbles in his path just to throw him off.]

Slow down, hotshot, I'm not a fucking talent scout.

[spam]

[theboywonder]

[Which is making Dick skid to a halt in mid air, because yikes, those are some bubbles all right. He glances down to see who he's apparently been bothering and smiles apologetically when he sees Beatrix.]

Sorry!

[spam]

[smallestviper]

[B just shrugs his apology off and holds out her hand, barking a quick "Up" and mounting her broom. She pockets her wand and takes off quickly, rapidly gaining on Dick and the quaffle.]

Well don't hog it!

[spam]

[theboywonder]

[Dick just laughs and chucks the quaffle at her, hard, before zooming off to the left and dropping down a few feet, anticipating the pass back.]

[most_feared]

[He doesn't mind Dick. He thinks he's a pretty good guy.]

Yeah, I'd be up for that.

[theboywonder]

Awesome. See you down there?

[most_feared]

Let me grab my broom. I got a good one. Saved up for it and everything.

[theboywonder]

What model is it?

[most_feared]

One of Comet's new line. Great new breaking charm they have on it. And the maneuverability is a dream once you get used to it. I actually don't miss my old Nimbus all that much.

[Spam]

[psychic_hotline]

[Sara - 18-year-old junior and terrifying Beater for the Cockerels - drifts onto the pitch on her broom. She's been flying for a while and didn't see Dick's post, so, as far as she's concerned he's just practising by himself like a dork.]

Hey, loser.

[It's amiable. Sara likes to imagine she has a reasonable off-the-pitch relationship with the other Quidditch teams, based on mutual respect and occasionally one-sided fear. Except Arthas, fuck that guy.]

[Spam]

[theboywonder]

[Amiable, yes, but you're catching him totally off guard and he is thus going to drop the quaffle and need to swoop down a little to catch it before he really looks like a loser.]

Oh, uh, hi Sara. [Please ignore him trying to straighten his hair out a little with his free hand.] What's up?

[Spam]

[psychic_hotline]

[In a rare show of class, she doesn't remark on it.]

Nothing. You need a Keeper?

[Sara's definition of acting as a practice Keeper involves whacking the Quaffle right back at you with intent to injure but it's just bonus motivation as far as she's concerned.]

[Spam]

[theboywonder]

[Bring it, that's what makes the sport fun. c:]

Sure. You're not thinking of switching are you? [He's teasing because you're like. The best scariest beater ever almost.]

[ Video ]

[charmingex5]

Parents' Day is August 23rd. [Why no, Ben does not have the calendar right here ready to go, what are you talking about. Dick may or may not know who he is - sophomore in Mongoose, quiet and weird and borderline bully bait but he's never had specific problems, and he does not play Quidditch. But he's friendly!]

Who do you have coming?

[ Video ]

[theboywonder]

[Dick makes it a point to know basically everyone, so Ben's at least familiar, even if they're not necessarily chummy. But it's always a good day to change that.]

Just my dad, you know, if nothing comes up. [Which it might, you never know with his schedule.] What about you?

[ Video ]

[charmingex5]

[Ben shrugs - he forgot that's the natural follow up question.]

We'll see. Maybe I'll get a surprise this year. [He's grinning but moves on quickly.] I heard the feast is gonna be pretty fantastic. And there's a junior in Cockerel that says her aunt is going to be making the cakes and she's supposed to be some kind of award-winning baker in Denmark.

[ Video ]

[theboywonder]

Really? That's awesome. Here's hoping she comes through on that one.

[flawedgem]

[Barbara isn't a Quidditch player - she thinks the game is a bit silly, really - but she likes taking advantage of the field for her own practice. Not that she usually uses a broom.

She peers at Dick from the top of the bleachers, a smile flickering on her face, before slowly floating towards him.]

If they did that in Quidditch I might come to more games.

[theboywonder]

[Dick stops and grins at her, pretty impressed that a freshman's already that good at flying without a broom.]

Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to do it next game.

[flawedgem]

[After a moment, Barbara grins back.]

That a promise, Grayson?

[theboywonder]

[Well that grin's just going to get a little wider because, well, if you're basically daring him to do it...]

You bet.

[Private]

[boycreeper]

No no no, it was really cool and you know how I kind of suck at flying? Didn't suck in the daydream and it was really really cool.

[Private]

[theboywonder]

... You're not still tripping on whatever it was, are you?

[Private]

[boycreeper]

Maybe kind of a tiny bit. But it's not bad really. He said it was like being intoxicated. Only I'm not. I mean I can read and write fine.

[Private]

[theboywonder]

Did he say how long it should last?