Post by Cole Waters on Aug 12, 2008 15:26:00 GMT
It was mid day at the Waters mansion, and the sun shone brightly through the dark drapes around the windows. The house seemed completely empty. Then a thunderous boom echoed down from the second floor. Laying back down on the floor was 17 year old Cole Waters. He had tripped over a quaffle and lay on his back trying to catch his breath. Standing up he kicked the quaffle back into his walk in closet and continued to look for something behind the clothes. He was wearing black athletic shorts and a gray T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off his athletic build. He had just finished running laps around the pitch in his backyard. "Here we go" he said to himself as he pulled a duffel bag out from behind the clothes. Setting the bag on his bed he opened it up and began to empty its contents out onto his bed. First he pulled out his Firebolt, then his black dragon hide boots and his matching gloves. Reaching in he also found his rain goggles, cracked from the bludger that hit him in the face. He threw those away. After he finished unloading the bag he threw it over his shoulder and made his way down to the fireplace.
When he reached the bottom step he turned right and headed over to the traveling fireplace. Reaching into a pot next to the mantle he grabbed and hand full of floo powder and threw it into the fire. "The Pitch" he said as he stepped into it. His stomach dropped as he was instantly sucked into a different fire place. Stepping out Cole recognized it as the arrival room for his father Quidditch store, The Pitch. Stepping out of the only door in the room he felt the sun hit his pale skin. Looking around he noticed it wasn't extremely busy outside today. He'd think on such a nice day more people would be out and about. Shrugging it off Cole started walking forward to the two story building in front of him. The big windows next to the front door were filled with manikins holding brooms and dressed in quidditch robes. Grabbing the door handle Cole walked into the building.
As he stepped into the building two things hit him instantly. The first was the cold air against his bare skin. It was so cold it caused goosebumps to raise on Cole's arms. The second was the smell of new Quiditch equipment. This was one of Cole's favorite smells and it brought an instant smile to his face. He took two steps into the store before he heard a familiar voice say "No." Before he could turn towards the voice it continued it's protesting. "This is the second time this month," it said angrily "how am I supposed to make a profit if you keep taking stuff for free?" Laughing Cole turned to his right and saw his father standing there starring in his direction. Cole knew his father had recognized the duffle bag instantly as Cole's "Get free stuff from dad's store" bag. Walking up to his dad Cole gave him a hand shake and said "But my boots are wearing down horribly dad, and I'm out of broom polish." His father shook his head and said "You owe me, next saturday is a busy day since the world cup starts soon, and guess who's working with me that day?" Cole smiled and said "I guess it's me." They both laughed and his dad said "Now get you stuff and get out before I change my mind."
Slapping his dad on the back Cole walked over toward the broom polish first. Cole had grown up on quidditch and he loved coming to his fathers store. He turned the corner into an aisle and began looking for his favorite polish. It was a few seconds later he heard someone say his name.
When he reached the bottom step he turned right and headed over to the traveling fireplace. Reaching into a pot next to the mantle he grabbed and hand full of floo powder and threw it into the fire. "The Pitch" he said as he stepped into it. His stomach dropped as he was instantly sucked into a different fire place. Stepping out Cole recognized it as the arrival room for his father Quidditch store, The Pitch. Stepping out of the only door in the room he felt the sun hit his pale skin. Looking around he noticed it wasn't extremely busy outside today. He'd think on such a nice day more people would be out and about. Shrugging it off Cole started walking forward to the two story building in front of him. The big windows next to the front door were filled with manikins holding brooms and dressed in quidditch robes. Grabbing the door handle Cole walked into the building.
As he stepped into the building two things hit him instantly. The first was the cold air against his bare skin. It was so cold it caused goosebumps to raise on Cole's arms. The second was the smell of new Quiditch equipment. This was one of Cole's favorite smells and it brought an instant smile to his face. He took two steps into the store before he heard a familiar voice say "No." Before he could turn towards the voice it continued it's protesting. "This is the second time this month," it said angrily "how am I supposed to make a profit if you keep taking stuff for free?" Laughing Cole turned to his right and saw his father standing there starring in his direction. Cole knew his father had recognized the duffle bag instantly as Cole's "Get free stuff from dad's store" bag. Walking up to his dad Cole gave him a hand shake and said "But my boots are wearing down horribly dad, and I'm out of broom polish." His father shook his head and said "You owe me, next saturday is a busy day since the world cup starts soon, and guess who's working with me that day?" Cole smiled and said "I guess it's me." They both laughed and his dad said "Now get you stuff and get out before I change my mind."
Slapping his dad on the back Cole walked over toward the broom polish first. Cole had grown up on quidditch and he loved coming to his fathers store. He turned the corner into an aisle and began looking for his favorite polish. It was a few seconds later he heard someone say his name.
