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paradisalogs2013-08-02 08:27 pm
toobravehearted) wrote in paradisalogs2013-08-02 08:27 pm
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- 12 - I know of no game more fitting, than the age old game of Quidditch
Who: Richard Castle and the Fifth Doctor.
What: The Ravenclaw beaters take time for a practice session.
When: Day 2 of Hogwarts, 2nd August.
Where: Out on the playing field.
Rating: Not likely to go over PG.
The Doctor had seen the roster for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team yesterday. He had to admit, there was some surprise at seeing the name he had been given on the list, but out of everything in this world change, he actually found himself looking forward to learning and playing the game. Team sports, activity and camaraderie. How else would one want to spend an afternoon? He didn't get to play his preferred choice of sport nearly enough these days, and there was certainly a lot of buzz about the upcoming matches, that was for sure, enough for him to get excited about too.
This was all well and good until he found out yesterday, just what, exactly, Quidditch entailed.
With a certainty that it surely wouldn't be that bad because he was well aware how absurd his own reaction was to begin with, and with the foresight to know that getting out of it unless he asked someone to curse him was extreme, he sent an Owl to his team-mate Castle, playing the same position, asking if he would meet him on the field during lunch time for practice.
Taking his own broom, a trunk of Quidditch balls and two bats, it was now lunch time and here he was on the playing field waiting. Sitting on the trunk and looking every inch as if he belongs here, he's reading the Quidditch rule book as he waits.
What: The Ravenclaw beaters take time for a practice session.
When: Day 2 of Hogwarts, 2nd August.
Where: Out on the playing field.
Rating: Not likely to go over PG.
The Doctor had seen the roster for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team yesterday. He had to admit, there was some surprise at seeing the name he had been given on the list, but out of everything in this world change, he actually found himself looking forward to learning and playing the game. Team sports, activity and camaraderie. How else would one want to spend an afternoon? He didn't get to play his preferred choice of sport nearly enough these days, and there was certainly a lot of buzz about the upcoming matches, that was for sure, enough for him to get excited about too.
This was all well and good until he found out yesterday, just what, exactly, Quidditch entailed.
With a certainty that it surely wouldn't be that bad because he was well aware how absurd his own reaction was to begin with, and with the foresight to know that getting out of it unless he asked someone to curse him was extreme, he sent an Owl to his team-mate Castle, playing the same position, asking if he would meet him on the field during lunch time for practice.
Taking his own broom, a trunk of Quidditch balls and two bats, it was now lunch time and here he was on the playing field waiting. Sitting on the trunk and looking every inch as if he belongs here, he's reading the Quidditch rule book as he waits.
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The fact that he was in a much younger body and that he'd never sat on anything resembling a flying broomstick, much less actually flown one, before? Details, details.
Still, he was glad for the Doctor's proposal that they practice a bit before the big day, so they could at least try and make a decent showing of themselves and make Ravenclaw proud. His friend was waiting for him at the pitch when he arrived, so Castle waved heartily.
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Not that the Doctor can say anything about that, as fresh faced as he currently is. His smile is broad and doing well to cover a hint of nervousness. Broomsticks indeed, how ridiculous.
"Castle? Hello! My word, it seems we have both fallen foul of the castle, this time. What do you think of it, so far?"
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"Apart from being in a teen-aged body and human, I'm well, thank you. It's definitely up there with one of the stranger changes we've gone through and you like the magic I see."
He points to the trunk and brooms. "What do you think of those? I've been reading the rule book and it's not like any game I've come across before. Exciting, of course, to a certain extent..."
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Castle went over to the broomsticks, picking one of them up and testing its weight. It certainly didn't seem like he could fly on this thing, and he suddenly wondered if this somehow wasn't one big joke- the game, the fact that he was on a team despite very much not being from a magical world...
"...reading the rules first would have helped, huh? And maybe asking for a refresher on broom-riding." Still, he doggedly mounted the broom, straddling it in the stereotypical cartoon witch fashion, and much to his surprise he rose a few inches off the ground, giving a whoop of surprise.
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He watches Castle with the broomstick. Certainly he seems like a chap who is game to give anything a try and the Doctor likes that in a person. But he's also... let's just say quite glad that Castle is the first of them to give it a go.
"There's a refresher? They actually teach how to ride these here?" He pauses a moment. "I think I missed that class. How does it feel?"
Picking up his own broom, he holds it out at arm's length for a moment. Honestly, this is ridiculous. With determination he mounts the broom, and startles as it rises a little and his feet leave the ground.
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He then nods, moving closer to the Doctor when he finally gets on his own. "I saw a notice up with a schedule for flying lessons for first year students. I wanted to try sneaking in somehow, but as I'm not a first year and supposed to be a Quidditch player, I knew it wasn't likely to work."
He zooms forward a few feet, though he wobbles unsteadily.
"It's pretty amazing!"
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Give him a swift horse any day. A one man shuttle miles above a planet's atmosphere even, where inertial dampeners give a nice sense of security. None of that gravity and nothing but fresh air around him and a broom below, Newton's laws of motion--
"I think I envy your lack of inhibition and your inherent acceptance of what is. No, I doubt turning up at the 1st Years broom class would wash. Unless that is, you bluffed your way through a very good excuse." He grins at that. "I can think of several already."
Seeing Castle wobble, the Doctor reaches out, aiming to steady him. Not a good move. His broom reacts, banks and jerks forward and up. "Oh, good Lord."
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"Well, I am good at going with the flow, after all. I write mysteries for a living, so it helps to be able to think outside the box."
He grins back at his friend.
"I'm okay, though, thanks. I wonder if it can... sense my thoughts? Or if I just have to move my body and hope for the best?"
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Hope for the best?! Did you really say those words, Castle? The Doctor frowns slightly. "I think a little of both, perhaps. The brooms are meant for speed, after all."
He works hard on not thinking about 'up'. Brightening his face into a smile, "Why don't you give it a g--"
Too late. Clinging on for dear life, his own broom has gone up into the air by twenty feet, taking him with it.
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Castle then gapes as the Doctor suddenly starts moving up, and so he crouches over his own broom, leaning back, hoping it will work- and yes, he zooms up to join his friend, though overshoots him a good few feet and has to turn around and come back, still unable to precisely line up with him.
"... We're totally going to lose this game, aren't we?"
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"...Practise. Lots of it. We'll be fine." His voice is made level & sure with that. Very reassuring for Castle. If Castle believes him. "I've never lost a cricket match, yet."