Quidditch In The Rain? ((Kam))

[Mary Evans]

“Yes I did it and I'll do it again It doesn't matter if I am your best friend I don't think so You're not that smart Over and over it breaks my heart The cycle continues time for your crime The pain comes back in an ugly design Her makeup smears The tears that she cries Over and over every night

“Emotional swords slash my soul And now the pain takes control I think about you I think about me Think about the way that it used to be” Mary sang with the music blasting through the dorm. She couldn’t tell why but she was full of ire that day and needed something to relieve it. Usually putting on some muggle rock like Papa Roach would make her feel better but… not today. Instead it just made her want to grab fistfuls of hair and yank it out, whether it was hers or not.

Despite the absence of windows in the Slytherin dorms Mary knew it was raining from the sound of the droplets hitting the lake above. She couldn’t take this anymore… rain or no rain she was getting out. She threw on some comfortable clothes and grabbed the duffle bag from under her bed that contained all her Quidditch stuff.

She stormed up the stairs into the common room where she purposefully brushed forcefully past several people to get out into the main dungeons. Her heels clicked as she went up the stairs and out the main doors. Once outside she was alone and all she could hear was the pounding of the rain; not many others were apparently willing to brave the weather.

She suited up in her beater’s apparel in the Slytherin change rooms before carrying all her things out onto the Quidditch pitch. She activated two balls that serve as bludgers but were less aggressive, meant for training alone. Mounting her broom Mary rose into the air and immediately felt better; her anger dissipated with every swing of her bat. The rain pounded on her face, drenching her through and through and making her teeth chatter. And still Mary flew until she saw a figure in the distance.

Noting it was Kamron Mary smirked, last she knew he played beater. “Oi Kam!!” She hollered so she could be heard above the rain for miles around the near deserted grounds. “Bat’s in that bag there; think fast” She said pointing at her bag and sending a bludger at him; hoping he had heard her warning.

[kamron]

In his corner of the library he could just see over the top of his book to view the fellow students who had chosen the same afternoon activity as he had. There was a girl out of uniform, her blonde hair in a braid with thick strands falling out. Both her elbows were resting on the table and her palms were pressed against her forehead. Despite the fact he was trying to focus on his astrology book, he found his mind turning to a more analytical topic. The girl was obviously stressed and frustrated, by her body language she was having a hard time with the topic and was trying to block out the world in order to improve her concentration.

His gaze scanned over a few other students, looking over them and deciding on what was going through their minds based on how they were sitting. After he had managed to decipher what everyone in the room was going through, he glanced back down at his book. It seemed that his focus was elsewhere today as well. He signed, leaning his head back against the back against the window sill that was directly behind his chair. As he did he could hear the steady beat of the falling rain. It had been raining for the past two days, which meant he hadn't been on the pitch in that long. Normally it was just a past time, but with some resent changes in the Ravenclaw team, he had been pulled off the reserve team and switched his position to keeper. He thought it suited him well, though he did sometimes miss playing beater. After staring at the pages on his book with out quite taking in the words, he let it close, and pushed himself up to his feet. Raining or not, he needed to get out onto the pitch if his concentration was ever going to return.

He didn't bother to change out of his school uniform, instead he paused only long enough to drop of his book and get his Nimbus, walking quickly out the doors and towards the pitch. He had just reached the field, not yet noticing that he wasn't alone when he heard something, or something saying something to be more specific. The sound had come from a girl, who was flying high on her broom, her emerald quidditch robes flying in the stormy air behind her. He reconized as Mary, a Slytherin he had befriended on the school holiday. As his eyes focused in on her frame, he saw that she was pointing at something, before the bat in her hands collided with a bludger that was heading full speed towards him. His gaze shifted to where she had been pointing and he saw that it was towards a bag, he dove for it, recovering a bat, just in time to swing it at the fast approaching bludger, sending it flying back into the air. He breathed a sign of relief before mounting his broom and taking towards the skies after it.

[Mary Evans]

With a wonderful display of reflexes on Kam’s part the bludger was back in the air headed toward the skies. Mary speed after if with glee and looked around to see where the Ravenclaw had gone. She saw him not too far away apparently chasing it as well. With a swing of her bat it headed in the general direction of him where she had aimed though slightly adrift due to the fact her bat had only grazed. “Hey there stranger! Somebody else has decided to brave the elements I see. How goes it?” She yelled using both a volume and speech pattern which would appal her mother. But then again she was not only playing Quidditch but also beater so obviously her mother’s opinions must not have been her top concern.

[kamron]

His focus was now on Mary, who darted after the bludger soon sending it flying back toward him. He steadied his broom, waiting for it. As it neared he pounded it with his bat once more, this time away from Mary so he had a moment to exchange a few rods before it the bludger, well known for having a mind of its own, would come flying back at them.

He paused for a moment, watching the bludger disappearing into the gray sky before he leaned forward on his broom, closing the distance between Mary and He. Not too close--but close enough so he could hear her.
"I had to get out." He called to her. "Rain or no!"
He smiled widely at her, as this was exactly what he needed. While his true talents may not lie with playing beater, it was the best for stress relief.
"How have you been?"