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[kolbi laine dubois]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=background-image:url(http://i46.tinypic.com/f3c5zr.gif); width: 400px; height: 175px; margin-right:8px;] Today was luckily not a practice day for her team. And as far as she could see from the castle, it didn’t appear to be any other teams day either which meant that the pitch was open. Her lips curled up in a smile as she grabbed her scarf and headed out of the common room. She was going to get some practice in even if it killed her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like practicing with the team, because she did, but there were just some days where she wanted to be up there on a broom by herself just letting the wind rip its way through her hair. Today was one of those days. Her steps were quick and precise, like she walked this path every day for her entire life. Of course, this was her favorite place at Hogwarts so it was no wonder that she had managed to memorize it like she had. She honestly thought she could probably close her eyes and make a run for it without actually injuring herself before she reached the pitch. Upon entering the dressing room for her team though she let out a content sigh. She made her way to her locker and popped it open, grabbing her broom. Kolbi basically ran out onto the pitch in her hurry to get up in the air. A broad grin had settled itself on her face and as long as she was out here in the air by herself, it wasn’t going anywhere. She situated herself on her broom and kicked off hard, the air instantly rushing past her in the most satisfying way. She let out a little laugh of enjoyment before she hunkered down on her broom and leaned forward, determined to get as much speed as possible. [/style]

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[mikey yoonsung park]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px, bTable][style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-weight: 100!important; font-size: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2;] we are all that we are[/style] [style=opacity: 0.9; border-bottom: 1px solid #333333; border-top: 1px solid #333333; width: 480px;][/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; font-weight: 100!important; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase;]so terribly sorry[/style][style=font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 480px; border-top: 1px solid #333333; border-bottom: 1px solid #333333; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;] Mikey was tired. Well, mostly of his alchemy class, but that was partially attributed to large amount of essays he had to write on the elemental properties of silicone... No... Silicon... Silicide? He didn't even know, and it gave him a headache. The headache persisted throughout the day, and soon cheerful Mikey Park looked a bit glum. The chosen remedy for that was, of course, a good prank. Or hanging with some friends, but they all cared about their grades all off sudden. What should've served as a reminder to focus on his work instead pushed him away from it. Unfortunately, Mikey knew what happened when you pranced hardcore studying students. They got angry. Mikey couldn't deal with angry. So the seeker went on down to the pitch, hoping a ride on his broom would do him some good. Mikey didn't believe in practicing, but if he had no friends to prank, sometimes it felt good to be on his own broom, doing something he loved. Flying. Mikey wasn't good at academics, or being a stand-up kid, or even at artistic things, but he could fly well. That's why he became a seeker for his house team. To do what he loved, and to have people cheering? Or a good group of mates to call teammates and buds? A win-win scenario. It didn't take long for him to go in to the gryffindor dressing room and grab his broom, but there was something else tucked away in his locker that caught his eye. Leaning in closer, Mikey grabbed the rubbery thing from the back left corner. Water balloons. Two of them. Slowly a plan started to hatch in his head. Water balloons, flying and a way to destress. "What a lucky find." Mikey whispered mischievously as he made a quick trip to the bathroom. Leaving the locker rooms with his broom and two jiggly, almost full balloons, Mikey positioned himself onto his broom and shot into the air, feeling the resistance kick up around him. The balloons were safely in his jacket pocket, so Mikey leaned forward on his broom and felt himself accelerate. Turning to the right, a flash above him indicated someone else was enjoying the pitch that day.Better than I thought it'd be. Mikey gained more altitude, hoping to rise above her before she saw him. It would ruin his plan.Regardless if she saw him or not, Mikey aimed his course to fly by her, and pulled one of the balloons out. The girl, as he could tell now, was about to get a surprise gift from Mikey. His guess was that of her getting angry and calling him names, which happened to be a fun experience. He would feel better, at least. Mikey flew close to her, and yelled out a greeting. "Heeey... I'm Mikey. You look like you could use a good cool down or something. Let me help with that." Now, Mikey had horrid aim, and he didn't really look as he tossed the water balloon at the girl. Instead he lobbed it then shot upwards, hoping to see a reaction before she managed to catch him. It might not have even hit her. Mikey still had one more though, and planned on using it for negotiation purposes. After all, he might need a cool down as well. [/style]

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