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And Early Morning Scheming
Thu Nov 11, 2010 17:24

Drifting through the wall of the Quidditch shed, Laeche poked his head through a particular tile in the ceiling and grinned. It was just as he had left it. He quickly grasped the corner of the tile with his now-substantial hand and shoved it up through his head to make an opening large enough for him to stash the items he had smuggled out of a storage room by the library inside. They fit perfectly, and he quickly pushed the tile back in place and retreated so that no one would catch him in the shed. He had been using that particular hiding place for a good seventy years, which was almost a century, which was actually quite a long time for a ghost. He’d grown rather fond of it; he didn’t want to lose it now.

Not having any particular place to go for the moment, he floated along outside the University for a while before realizing that he couldn’t remember if he had closed the ceiling tile tightly enough so as to be fully unnoticeable. Judging by the faint light in the sky, it was still fairly early in the morning, so he decided with a sigh that he might as well head back to check. It wasn’t like he had anything else to do. His greatest plans couldn’t be carried out until better weather, and his minor plans were more fun to do in plain sight as the increased risk of being caught also increased the thrill when he wasn’t. Leaning forward slightly, Laeche willed his body to remain insubstantial to avoid being battered by snow flung up by the air as he sped towards the pitch. It was to his great surprise to see a figure flying above the pitch, so much that he stopped moving entirely and his transparent body darkened significantly. Let’s see, if I duck belowground here, then it’s roughly fifty paces or so before the shed, and I could just pop up right into it.. he calculated, shivering as the wind hit his now slightly more physical body and blew his long dark curls around his head. He pulled his shredded coat tighter around him and started to sink into the ground. However, his plans were ruined when the figure, high up as they were, apparently noticed him and waved. Now how am I supposed to get there unnoticed? he thought with a bit of irritation that was dispelled as he watched the person dive down to grab a Snitch before turning to make their way towards him.

“Not bad, eh?” the young man asked him, hovering above the ground on his broom.

Laeche quickly kicked up his heels so that he was bobbing eye-to-eye with him. “Not at all. You’ve got good form.” He grinned at him, deciding to remain more substantial for the moment if only so that he was easier to see in the dim light of the early morning. “Quidditch player, hey?”

He wondered if the boy would be staying for long. Judging by the time, he probably would be here a while yet; there was no point in getting up early for a ten minute spin around the pitch. Darn it, he grumbled to himself. By the time the boy left, other people would be out and about, and he’d have even less time to check on his.. ahem.. goods. Well, perhaps he could speed the process along, at least.

“What do you say we play a friendly game?” he asked, waving one hand at the boy’s clenched fist. “Just to see who can catch the Snitch first? I haven’t had a good run in ages. Run as in fly, of course.” It was true, he really hadn’t. Back in the old days when they didn’t keep a close eye on Quidditch, he’d join in all the time. Now, things were a bit tighter. He wouldn’t be surprised if those biased wizards or witches running whatever the department of Quidditch was called now had made up a rule against non-humans playing the game.

This boy had already totally ruined his wonderfully scheme-filled morning.. well, perhaps that was a bit overdramatic. He had gotten to watch some decent flying for once, after all. Laeche glanced towards the wings of the Snitch sticking out from between his fingers. Who knew, maybe he would provide him with some additional entertainment, or just a nice little distraction from the boring floating-in-circles-and-twiddling-his-thumbs routine he seemed to get caught up in every day no matter how hard he tried not to. After all these years, it was pathetically unavoidable.

OOC: I do hope you don’t mind a non-human showing up. I’m rather bored at the moment, so when I saw you were up and about I just had to reply. Are you up for some friendly competition? :)

  • Early Morning Show OffGabriel Errant, Thu Nov 11 15:03
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    • And Early Morning Scheming — Laeche, Thu Nov 11 17:24
      • I'd like to get in on that.Gabriel Errant, Thu Nov 11 22:44
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        • On the scheming or the Snitching?Laeche, Sat Nov 13 15:29
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          • Definitely the scheming.Gabriel Errant, Sat Nov 13 22:46
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            • As the "darn amazing" boy followed him towards the Snitch, Laeche increased his speed but restrained himself from flying too fast. If he won, the boy might demand a rematch, which he really didn't... more
              • I'd rather be the mischief maker.Gabriel Errant, Wed Nov 17 17:56
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                • There's really only room for one of usLaeche, Sat Nov 20 22:34
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                  • Huh. So much for friendly competition.Gabriel Errant, Mon Nov 22 22:39
                    Momentarily confused as to where the ghost-thing had gotten at, Gabriel cried out in surprise as his hand opened of its own accord, and a streak of silvery white emerged from his briefly chilled... more
                    • I'm actually quite capable of friendly.Laeche, Tue Nov 23 21:44
                      Laeche blinked as the boy exploded at him. He didn't say anything during his outburst, figuring that it would probably only wind him up more. Though he was rather used to this kind of treatment, both ... more
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