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Jul 21, 2016 16:16:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 16:16:11 GMT -7
@emile The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script <3 Steam. Addilyn Slater needed to let out some steam. With what had happened with Theodosia the other day, all she had done was cry about it. And Addi hated crying. It wasn't who she was; she was the happy one. And crying was a weakness for her. And since she hadn't had the chance to fight back with Theo, she needed to fly. She needed to let everything out while on the broom, and as she was fantastic at flying, and at Quidditch, she knew it would help.
Dressing in a pair of skinny jeans, short black combat boots, a long sleeved white t-shirt and an olive green jacket, she threw her hair up into a ponytail and left the Slytherin Common Room. It didn't take her long to get out to the pitch. She was already angry, thinking about what Theodosia had done to her. Walking through the room where they got ready, she opened up the broom closet and grabbed hers. She locked it back up with her wand and walked out to the green pitch. Glancing up at the stands, there was no one around. Ah, perfect. Peace and quiet.
Addilyn immediately got on her broom, and zoomed off into the sky, the wind pushing her worries away.
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Jul 23, 2016 14:28:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2016 14:28:03 GMT -7
WORDS: 529 | TAG: @jill2 | Crave by Tristam
A few weeks had already passed since Émile and the rest of the Beauxbatons students had arrived at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. Not much had happened so far, and he was starting to become extremely restless. A large chunk of his time had been spent cooped up in the castle’s library; it was vast and had an enormous selection of works that he had never even heard of before. Of course it wasn’t as elaborate as the library housed at Beauxbatons, but he’d give the foreign school credit for trying. He was sure that only half of the Durmstrang folks could even read. The few he had already run into resorted to grunting most of the time or choosing to talk with their wands. Émile liked that though. They had proven to be tough competition compared to his classmates and the Hogwarts students.
Looking for a change of pace today, he had already prepared to spend the majority of the day outside, wandering around the grounds and getting a good grasp of how the school was compared to his own. Their Quidditch pitch was extremely impressive, and he had already heard of mock matches being set up between the house teams at Hogwarts and the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons players that had shown up for the tournament. Émile would have to use a little of his own magic to get in on those once they started. The thrill of taking on foreign Quidditch players without being a professional was exactly the kind of challenge he was looking for. It would definitely take his mind off of the tournament too, assuming he wasn’t the one chosen for Beauxbatons. Not like that would happen though.
Hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, he walked out of the castle and made his way down to the Quidditch pitch, hoping there would be some sign of competitive life there. He had been disappointed by the lack of willingness the Hogwarts students had when it came to duels, apparently they weren’t that common place without being sanctioned. They even had a club for it. So strange. If he wanted to duel someone back home, and they accepted, then it took place right then and there. Usually it was frowned upon by the professors, but as long as they kept it under control then they were fine. Quidditch was much the same. As Émile approached the gigantic stadium, he looked for the entrance to get into the stands. Hopefully there was something for him to do here. Peering through what he assumed was the entrance, he shambled along a tunnel and found himself on the actual pitch. Well that wouldn’t do him too well. Who on earth would want to stare straight up at people practicing? Turning to look for the stairs to the stands again, a small blur in the sky caught his eye. So there was someone else here other than him. Not being able to help himself, Émile waved at the person at the broom. Maybe they could provide him with entertainment for a while, it would surely beat sitting around in the library all day like he had been doing.
so come one and come all to the crumbling walls Of our city now painted with red
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Jul 23, 2016 14:47:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2016 14:47:20 GMT -7
@emile Hall of Fame by The Script <3 Addilyn hadn't even noticed the person down below enter the stadium. She was too busy zooming away, anger pouring out of her. Her hair was flying behind her back, her face pink from the wind passing by her. When she turned her broom, she finally noticed the ... boy? She couldn't tell who it was, she was too high up. However, it looked like they had either waved at her or something. Stopping her broom in the sky, she scrunched her eyebrows together. Who in the world was that?
She flew her way down to the ground. Addilyn landed on the grass, and got off her broom. She began walking up the stairs, finally seeing the boy. Addi still had no idea who he was. But she didn't care, friends were friends. She put on a big smile and walked over to him. "Hello, did you need something? I didn't see what you did, I was too high up. I'm Addilyn by the way, Addilyn Slater." Addi held out her hand to him, still smiling, and slightly out of breath.
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Jul 24, 2016 14:57:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 14:57:06 GMT -7
WORDS: 386 | TAG: @jill2 | Dosed by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Émile watched a little bit longer as the person on the broom flew around. He wasn’t sure what the rules were on using the pitch, so he assumed that they had to be one of the Hogwarts Quidditch players or a Durmstrang messing around. They had some decent flying skills though, that was for sure. He would love to ask them for a race if he got a chance. After putting his hand down from waving at them, Émile was unsure if they had seen him at all, but the sudden stop was enough to confirm that they had. As they approached him from the sky, he could make out that it was relatively small girl. No wonder she could zoom around the way she was, less air resistance on such a little person. That had to be advantageous for speed, but he couldn’t help but think she probably got knocked around easily being that size. When she landed and walked up to him, she was even smaller up close! Émile was easily an entire foot taller than her! He had to hold back a laugh. There were plenty of other people Émile got off on the wrong foot with, and this girl seemed too nice to him already to ruin the moment.
“I was just waving. Sorry to disturb your practice.” He wondered if his English would shock this girl like it had with a lot of the other Hogwarts students. That was the one bonus of having an American muggle-loving mother. Émile never imagined it would come into use this way though. “Émile Chevalier. I’m from Beauxbatons.” He was sure he’d get a ton of questions asked, they always did that. He didn’t blame them, it probably wasn’t often that they came into contact with other witches and wizards their age outside of competitions like this. The Hogwarts students weren’t exactly…world travelers from what he could tell. How they were able to form opinions on what other magical communities should and shouldn’t do without first understanding their own problems was beyond him. This girl seemed pretty competent though, so he was sure they would have a quality conversation. “Do you play for the Hogwarts team?” Émile said referring to the flying from earlier. He was really intent on learning about their Quidditch culture here.
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Jul 24, 2016 15:09:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 15:09:42 GMT -7
@emile Lost Boy by Ruth B <3 Addilyn noticed him trying to stifle a laugh, but she just kept grinning. She just hoped he wasn't laughing at her appearance; that wouldn't be a great feeling. Addi knew she wasn't the prettiest girl in the bunch, especially compared to the boy standing in front of her. As soon as he introduced himself she became very self conscious; Beauxbatons girls were absolutely stunning, and he was talking to random, old Addilyn Slater. "Well it's nice to meet you, Emile."
He apologized and Addi shook her head at him. "No need to apologize, I wasn't practicing. I was..." She tilted her head for a moment. "I was, well, honestly, getting my anger out." She giggled softly. Addi definitely wasn't in a bad mood anymore. The rush of anger had been released from her body, and now as she was standing in front of Emile, she felt calm. And a bit tired. Addilyn nodded at him. "Yes, I'm the Beater for Slytherin, actually. Do you play Quidditch?"
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Jul 25, 2016 15:43:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 15:43:47 GMT -7
WORDS: 343 | TAG: @jill2 | Alma Mater by Alice Cooper
He was slightly surprised that such a little girl could have enough pent up anger that she’d have to get it out by flying around. Émile had been there before; flying worked, but getting into a duel was always a huge stress reliever for him. Addilyn, that was her name right? She probably wouldn’t want to duel him. Not because she couldn’t handle it, but more that Émile would get into the whole thing and end up doing irreversible damage to win. “Dueling is encouraged at Beauxbatons so that we don’t get stressed out. Always keeps me on my toes.” He had quickly found out that Hogwarts was not the same way, and duels only happened under sanctioned rules. That had greatly disappointed him. Hopefully the club would let him join as a temporary member. Then he could be the Triwizard tournament and dueling club champion! Émile’s ego rose just thinking about that happening. He could only think how wonderful both of those happening would be.
“No, I don’t play, even though we have teams at school. They said I couldn’t join.” Émile laughed heartily, scratching the back of his head. He couldn’t join because of how he played on the field. He didn’t need a team to back him up, when he could attempt to dodge and out fly everyone else there. Once the teams saw this during tryouts they gracefully turned him down. That was ok with him. He could just challenge everyone to one on one matches and prove how much better he was, same with duels. “I still like to fly around though. There’s something freeing about being that high off the ground.” The sheer adrenaline rush from zooming around and dive bombing into the ground was what he lived for. Anything short of that wouldn’t be worth his time. After getting over himself, Émile realized that she said she was a beater. “You’re a Beater? But you’re so little!” Émile couldn’t hide his shock. She must be an extremely good player to make up for the size differential.
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Jul 25, 2016 16:04:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 16:04:19 GMT -7
@emile Never Forget You by Zara Larsson <3 Addilyn rose an eyebrow as she thought about that. It probably wouldn't be such a bad idea. However she wasn't sure on what circumstances they allowed the dueling. "Do they allow you to duel if you're having an issue with a classmate?" Addi questioned Emile. That would be a great idea, Addilyn would love to use that to get her anger out on Theodosia. Although...Addilyn would rather use her fists than her wand. But, that was just her. "My brother is on the dueling club here, actually." Addi had actually forgotten about Grey being in that club until Emile had just mentioned it.
"What? You can't play? Why not?" Even though Addi figured he had done something bad, she still wanted to ask and hear it from Emile himself. Hopefully it didn't seem like she was prying, though. She knew exactly how he felt. "I can agree with you, there, Emile. I love being up in the air, away from everyone. It's a wonderful feeling." She smiled at him, and then laughed at his next comment. "Everyone always says that! I suppose I'm just a strong, little girl." She grinned widely at him.
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Aug 1, 2016 16:05:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 16:05:38 GMT -7
WORDS: 392 | TAG: @jill2 | Turn The Other Way by Avenged Sevenfold
Did they allow dueling between classmates at Beauxbatons? Yes. Yes they did. The encouragement to take problems to a duel was over the top, at least that’s how it worked with Émile. He wouldn’t have it any other way. “Dueling is a good way to practice casting in real life situations, no? Why not have it settle disagreements too? It’s not required, but I’ve always used it.” Boy did Émile have a lot of duels under his belt. This dueling club, the one the little girl mentioned, had looked enticing, but it wasn’t made for him. There were rules to it, and some spells were barred from use. What was the point in restricting what they could and couldn’t do? That wasn’t how it worked in the real world. Beauxbatons was considered a better school of magic for a reason, and leading the students on to practice so often with duels and other situations was one of the reasons it was so great. Even more so because Émile was always in the thick of it.
“Something about being too aggressive on the broom. They’re probably right, I did knock a Keeper out cold in one practice. He was in the way.” Émile laughed, remembering the look of horror that his fellow recruits had on their faces when it happened. They threw him out of the practice before they could even contemplate that he was probably their best choice for a Chaser. “It was their loss though. I would have made all of them winners.” He shrugged as he looked around at the Quidditch pitch. It really was an impressive stadium, it was too bad that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang hadn’t brought their teams with them. They would have crushed the Hogwarts teams in front of an international crowd. How thrilling.
Was she strong though? It didn’t look like it to him. She was fast, Émile had witnessed that first hand, but being a Beater needed brute strength while flying. She looked like her arm would snap trying to bat away a bludgers. Nothing she could help, of course. Émile had never seen her play, so there was no reason for him to make assumptions; he had made that mistake before and been proven wrong. “How do the try outs for the Quidditch teams work here? It sounds a little different from back home.”
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Aug 4, 2016 17:16:44 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 17:16:44 GMT -7
@emile <3 Addilyn rose her eyebrows at the boy's response. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang where completely different from Hogwarts. Addi couldn't imagine being at those schools, she might've grown up to be a completely different person than she was now. Well, maybe not, but there was always a chance. The rules seemed so strict compared to Hogwarts, and it made Addi feel better about the school she currently resided in.
Goodness! Addi made note to not play Quidditch with Emile. She didn't want any physical harm being done to her body. She laughed awkwardly at his comment about the boy being in the way. Well yeah, he was in the way, it was Quidditch! "Well, hey now, Quidditch is a team sport. Not just a one person game. You've got to work together in order to win." Addilyn felt very strongly about that. If another Slytherin was acting all high and mighty, Addilyn would be the first person to speak up. She couldn't stand people who thought they were the best of the best.
She licked her lips and shrugged. "Well, I can't imagine they'd be too different, but maybe they are. We pretty much just do practice runs; depending on which position you want to play, you'd practice over and over and over again in front of the captain and the rest of the house members." Addi didn't really know how to explain it to him, which also made her sound like an idiot.
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Aug 7, 2016 15:26:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 15:26:56 GMT -7
WORDS: 365 | TAG: @jill2 | Sir Psycho Sexy by Red Hot Chili Peppers
The telltale awkward laugh was enough to tell Émile that she didn’t approve of his methods. He didn’t really care, that was his own way of doing things. Anyone who had ever told him he was wrong for going all out all the time had always lost to him. His energy was used to prove his skill, not wasted on trying to talk others down. The students at Beauxbatons had a problem with that, always complaining to him that he was too intense. Émile had found that retorting back to them about shaping up or shipping out was the best way to shut them up. Sometimes this drove them to try harder, making Quidditch and duels more fun. Others would storm away furiously. Those ones weren’t worth his time anyways. “It might be a team sport, but without a great player or two, a team means nothing.” That was his own personal philosophy. A top notch player backed by a decent team could accomplish anything. “Plus a team should learn to adapt to their better players. Not force them out because they’re more skilled than everyone else.” Talking about being forced out of tryouts was still a sore subject for him. He had desperately wanted to play at Beauxbatons, but they had made their decision to remove him clear.
Finding out about how the Hogwarts teams practiced was also intriguing though. There was only so much difference between practice routines that a team could do, no matter where they were. He listened to Addilyn explain that they just repeated the things over and over again to see who was the best. That was definitely one way to go about selecting someone. But real experience was needed. “See we break up into teams. There’s enough of us trying out that forming full teams is pretty easy to do. Then we simply play in front of the captains.” That was where he had knocked the keeper out. Apparently that was too much for a try out, and Émile hadn’t been invited back for the next day. “I don’t know how the actual selection process goes after that though. The removed me before I got to that point.”
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Aug 8, 2016 15:46:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 15:46:48 GMT -7
@emile <3 Addilyn knew there was truth to that. If you didn't have at least two good players, you probably wouldn't win any of the matches against the other houses. Not only that, but good players are the role models for the rest of the team; but they should be helpful and have a great leadership personality, not be rude and arrogant if a player isn't as good as you are...which it seemed that way for Emile. But, Addi wasn't going to let him know that.
"That's not a bad idea. Gives the other members a practice run of actually playing the game and being in that mind set instead of just doing repetitive steps." Addi would mention that to their team captain, but she wasn't sure how well that would all go down. Some captains enjoyed criticism while others...not so much.
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Aug 9, 2016 13:57:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 13:57:41 GMT -7
WORDS: 307 | TAG: @jill2 | St. Jimmy by Green Day
The idea of doing tryouts and practices as matches was what made a lot of the French Quidditch players excel in the smaller leagues. On a world stage they didn’t really amount to much, but among their own league, it was an entirely different game. At one point, having aspirations to play Quidditch for Beauxbatons, Émile had hoped to go professional in the sport someday. Those dreams, as little as they were, had been dashed from existence the minute he was removed from tryouts. He knew he was still better than most of the players, and that was all he needed to move on with his life. If given the chance though, he would definitely go after a spot on an amateur team and try to move up in the ranks. It had been done before, and Émile was surely good enough to be one of the few that didn’t play during school but still had the skill to go pro. At least that is what he believed.
“If I ever got a team of Beauxbatons together, we could show you what it’s all about,” Émile grinned. That would be hard to pull together, seeing as he wasn’t the most delightful person in the world, and he had already done a good job at burning bridges with most of his classmates that were at Hogwarts with him. Still, a healthy dose of school competition would be good, especially if he didn’t end up getting picked to represent Beauxbatons. They would all need something to pass the time, and practicing Quidditch was definitely a good placeholder. Émile knew that everyone else would back that idea no matter what following the selection, even if he was the one to propose it. “I don’t know how well you Hogwarts students would fare against us though…might be like playing against children.”
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Aug 12, 2016 15:41:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 15:41:49 GMT -7
@emile <3 Addilyn smiled back at him gently. He seemed very...confident. And not the good type of confident either. More like...he thought he was the best and wanted everyone else to know that as well. Addi knew it wasn't a horrible thing to be cocky, but there comes a point where being overly obsessed with yourself is not a good characteristic to have. "Well, that you could. However I'm not sure you'd be able to get a team together that quickly."
His next sentence confused Addilyn. She wasn't sure whether she should laugh or be offended. Addi tilted her head. "Hogwarts would be children, or Beauxbatons would be the children? Cause I hope you wouldn't assume we played like kids...even though technically, we are all kids." Addilyn smiled gently. Whether or not he meant what she thought, she'd have a few more words to say. Addi didn't let people get away with making fun of her school, or her Quidditch team. But then again, he could just be speaking of his own school.
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Sept 4, 2016 11:18:33 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 11:18:33 GMT -7
WORDS: 413 | TAG: @jill2 | Right Back At It Again by A Day To Remember
Despite all this talk about putting together a team of Beauxbatons students to play Quidditch being hypothetical, it was getting Émile excited. If he didn’t get chosen as the champion for his school, and that was a rather large if because he was going to be the winner, then establishing a team to play against the other schools would be a rather fun thing to do. He hadn’t really thought of what would happen if he wasn’t the champion, but this was definitely a wonderful fallback plan if that ended up occurring. Plus there would be the rest of his classmates too, sitting around doing nothing. They’d be itching to play Quidditch at every waking moment. Hell, the Durmstrangs were pretty much already doing that. He had observed quite a few different times where they had taken over the pitch and decided to sharpen their skills. It was either that or they were trying to intimidate the other schools. Or both. If Émile had his way, that’s what he would be doing. Instead he had opted for beating people down in duels and other tests of magical prowess. Somehow he had managed to lose a few wizard chess matches to Hogwarts students. He’d give that though, since he wasn’t the type to be patient and sit still for hours on end thinking about what moves to make next. “Don’t underestimate us Addilyn. I’m sure there’s a good number of us that would suit up right now just to play.”
He listened as she muddled over his comment about Hogwarts playing like children. Was that too harsh? Some of the better professional players had come out of this school. Obviously they weren’t Viktor Krums or the other top end players, but they were still relatively decent. Their country’s league was also rather impressive. He’d have to think that over again and see whether or not they deserved his respect or not. If things panned out, maybe he’d be playing with the lot of them someday in the pro leagues. “Well, if they’re all as tiny as you are, then it would be like playing against small children.” Émile was pretty sure he saved himself there. Even though he spoke perfect English, he was sure the semi-French accent that accompanied it would be enough that he could play it off as improper phrasing. This Addilyn girl was one of the more intelligent Hogwarts students he had encountered, even though she was such a little thing.
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Sept 6, 2016 11:30:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2016 11:30:23 GMT -7
@emile <3 She laughed. "Oh, I'm not underestimating you, Emile. I just think your classmates as well as mine are more concerned with the tournament." Granted, Addilyn was only a sixth year and couldn't put her name into the goblet. She'd be 17 the day the champions are announced, which was kind of bittersweet. However, Addi wasn't sure she'd even attempt to put her name in. That was a big task to take on and it wasn't really her personality to do something like that. She'd probably just enter to be champion for the hell of it.
Addi's eyebrows raised, and she couldn't keep a straight face as she laughed out loud. She shook her head at Emile, shocked at his choice of words. "Just because I'm small doesn't mean I wouldn't win you know...I'm quite fast. And very talented. Don't underestimate me by my height, Emile." Addilyn winked at him, teasing. Not everyone on the Slytherin team was small, but they all did have their quirks about them. "Maybe you're just too tall."
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