Mornin' Mr Avery [Nick]

[roxanneweasley]

Quidditch was magic. Plain and simple, it was hypnotising and magnetic. It had this way of making someone forget about everything else and just focus on the quaffle, on avoiding bludgers. It was intoxicating. No matter how often Roxy was late to events, you could guarantee that she would never in a million years be late for Quidditch practice. It was the biggest part of her. Did that sound strange? Sad? Well Roxy sure wasn't sad about it. It was her passion. Plus, it was amazing how good the game was at releasing stress, and Roxy had quite a bit of it bubbling up inside her. The people she loved; her friends, her family, were incredibly important. And when someone hurt them..... Well, to say it annoyed the young Weasley would be an incredible understatement.

After donning her uniform, Roxy was more than relieved to make her way out onto the pitch, clutching her broom. The feel of the cold air pushing at her hair and holding her back made a large grin appear on her face. She always loved playing in the wind, it made things that bit more challenging. The team assembled and it was all systems go. Swinging her leg over her broom, Roxy was in the air, Flying up high to survey the pitch. And then the balls were released. Roxy usually took a few moments to watch the initial fluttering and chaos. Then, she soared. The team was split in half for practice which meant Roxy ended up the only chaser on her team. It was annoying, she supposed, as she had been learning some interesting and tricky passes, but she could deal. She flew through the air, her sight set on the Quaffle. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed another chaser approaching at top speed, so swooped down lower. After zigzagging and trying to find the quaffel which had now escaped her line of sight, she noticed that one of the other chasers had the ball. Oh really?

Roxy chuckled, turning sharply. The other team had two chasers, there was undoubtedly going to be a pass. And there was. Quick on a broom, Roxy intercepted the pass with a "Better luck next time." As she raced to the goal posts. She faked to the left, but instead aimed the ball dead center. And it hit! With a squeal, she spun triumphantly around the court, swooping low. That's when she felt a deep pain in her stomach as she fell from her broom. The fall was short and the impact was minimum, but her stomach hurt like hell. It served her right. She had been showing off and not paying attention. Sometimes, Roxy could just be plain stupid. Being hit by a bludger was her own darn fault. Shrugging off the "Are you okay"s of her teammates, she told the to just continue on as she limped, crouched over, away from the part of the pitch they occupied. Only to see a certain tall, dark, brooding slytherin. "Could this day get any worse?" She muttered to herself, before straightening and gritting her teeth against the pain. With that, she approached him, extending the hilt of her broom hard towards his left leg.

"Well, Mornin' Nick! Break any hearts lately you uncaring git?!" Deciding that one hit wasn't enough, she extended her broom again towards his stomach.

[NICHOLAS DAMIEN AVERY]

Nick's head was throbbing when he rolled out of bed that particular morning and made himself come to class. It hadn't gone very well, given the previous night's hangover and he'd almost fallen asleep in the first class. Relieved that the rest of the day was free of classes, he'd found himself wandering to the Quidditch Pitch, hoping to get some practice without the team where he'd have to face Darla. But he'd forgotten to check the schedules and it turned out the Gryffindor Team had already booked it. So here he sat, intently attempting to study Transfigurations laws and failing at the said task.

It had been nearly three weeks now since him and Darla had split up and he seemed to be going on fine. The pain had receded to longing and he felt like he could cope with it better than the pain. But it wasn't easy seeing her flirt with another guy and not move over and put a possessive arm around her waist. Or seeing her spending all her time with her best friends and not being included in that category anymore. He'd never realized it until now, but his life pretty much revolved around her and with her suddenly gone, it felt like he had loads of free time and no idea how to fill it. He was just making a plan to perhaps go out for the weekend when a sharp pain in his leg made him jump and drop his book. "What the fu- no wait!" he said, almost toppling over as he scrambled away from the offending stick, which he realized was a broom. In the hands of a rather pisses of Roxanne Weasley.

"Are you insane?" he said, frowning as he stood up and picked up the book which had fallen, depositing on the top of his bag. Her words made him straighten up though, and he realized that she was definitely aware of what had gone down in the dungeons that night between him and his ex. "You don't even know the whole story. Go put that stupid weapon and your mouth, and preferably your whole existance, somewhere else," he retaliated, frowning and letting his lip curl in hatred.

It wasn't that Roxanne was a bad person, not by any means. In fact she was quite nice, and that was the problem. She was annoyingly nice, and he hated that. Her voice made him want to plug his ears, not to mention the fact that she belonged to a blood traitor family. He wasn't usually one to judge depending on blood, but it just added up in his overflowing parchment of "Things I hate about Weasley."

"Go away, I don't want to see your face" he said, sitting back down as if nothing had happened at all, hoping she'd take the hint and leave already.