Chapter III: The Pep talks
In two different rooms in the Slytherin house, two very similar conversations were going on.two frighteningly similar conversations.
"This is it. The first game of the season, don't blow it for us," Marcus Flint growled as he paced in front of his team in the Slytherin common room.
"This is it. The first game of the season, don't let them blow it," said Fallon solemnly as she stood before the room of girls in Morrigun's prefect's quarters.
"If we lose, I will personally make sure that you don't hear the end of it. We will practice for as long as it takes to correct the mistakes, if there are any," he added, smirking at his team. After all, they were pretty damn close to perfection.
"If they lose, I will personally make sure they don't hear the end of it. We've practiced with them for as long as it took to correct their mistakes, as if gawking at us could be considered a mistake," Fallon grinned and looked over the group of girls.sheer perfection. She was glad she'd decided to put that perfection to good use.
"We've got the skill, the wits, and the ruthlessness to make the Gryffindors grovel at our feet," he said, getting more and more excited.
"We've got the looks, the. 'wits,' and the ruthlessness to make everyone out there grovel at our feet," she said, a manic glint in her eye.
"So let's go out there and do what we all came here to do!" Flint punched his fist in the air. The team erupted in a sea of cheers and they made their way out of the common room.
"So let's go out there and make them all want to do us like you know they want to." Fallon said lazily. The girls stood up, brushed at their skirts, making sure they were spotlessly clean, and left the room single file.
Making their way down to the quidditch pitch, the girls saw the Slytherin team exiting the castle. The team dropped their brooms, not in surprise; the girls had cured them of that flaw, but in haste to bid them good luck.
"Best of luck, Flint," Fallon said, holding out a hand. "Hope your boys are up to it."
"And you too, Anderson," he said in a grave voice, casting a look over the group of girls. "Same for your girls, hope they're up to it as well."
The two shook hands, Flint then walked over to Akasha, Fallon waited impatiently, tapping her foot. Warrington got the message quickly enough and walked over to her. Some of the girls thought it best to use a firm handshake as a good luck token. Others thought a hug would be best. But the majority ruled that the best way to relieve the tension was simply to snog the players until they simply needed air.
When they were finished, the ranks formed again. The quidditch team marched out into the changing rooms and the cheer-chicks strolled single file once again out onto the pitch. They stood close to the sides, waiting for the teams to make their entrances.
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[oooh.a quidditch game next!]
In two different rooms in the Slytherin house, two very similar conversations were going on.two frighteningly similar conversations.
"This is it. The first game of the season, don't blow it for us," Marcus Flint growled as he paced in front of his team in the Slytherin common room.
"This is it. The first game of the season, don't let them blow it," said Fallon solemnly as she stood before the room of girls in Morrigun's prefect's quarters.
"If we lose, I will personally make sure that you don't hear the end of it. We will practice for as long as it takes to correct the mistakes, if there are any," he added, smirking at his team. After all, they were pretty damn close to perfection.
"If they lose, I will personally make sure they don't hear the end of it. We've practiced with them for as long as it took to correct their mistakes, as if gawking at us could be considered a mistake," Fallon grinned and looked over the group of girls.sheer perfection. She was glad she'd decided to put that perfection to good use.
"We've got the skill, the wits, and the ruthlessness to make the Gryffindors grovel at our feet," he said, getting more and more excited.
"We've got the looks, the. 'wits,' and the ruthlessness to make everyone out there grovel at our feet," she said, a manic glint in her eye.
"So let's go out there and do what we all came here to do!" Flint punched his fist in the air. The team erupted in a sea of cheers and they made their way out of the common room.
"So let's go out there and make them all want to do us like you know they want to." Fallon said lazily. The girls stood up, brushed at their skirts, making sure they were spotlessly clean, and left the room single file.
Making their way down to the quidditch pitch, the girls saw the Slytherin team exiting the castle. The team dropped their brooms, not in surprise; the girls had cured them of that flaw, but in haste to bid them good luck.
"Best of luck, Flint," Fallon said, holding out a hand. "Hope your boys are up to it."
"And you too, Anderson," he said in a grave voice, casting a look over the group of girls. "Same for your girls, hope they're up to it as well."
The two shook hands, Flint then walked over to Akasha, Fallon waited impatiently, tapping her foot. Warrington got the message quickly enough and walked over to her. Some of the girls thought it best to use a firm handshake as a good luck token. Others thought a hug would be best. But the majority ruled that the best way to relieve the tension was simply to snog the players until they simply needed air.
When they were finished, the ranks formed again. The quidditch team marched out into the changing rooms and the cheer-chicks strolled single file once again out onto the pitch. They stood close to the sides, waiting for the teams to make their entrances.
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[oooh.a quidditch game next!]