Hymn for the Weekend ** (EMILE)

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That’s right. He should be more concerned about preparing for the tournament than making needless banter about which school had a better Quidditch team. Matches would be held only if he didn’t get picked as champion, and even if he did, he’d still get in on the fun. Even though he’d be busy with whatever the tournament threw at him, there was still time to screw around and play Quidditch. It would further solidify his multiple talents and reasoning to be the chosen one from Beauxbatons. Just thinking about it made him giddy. “Who knows? There’s a good chance they won’t care too much if I’m picked.” Émile laughed at his comment. It was true. He didn’t get along that well with the rest of the Beauxbatons. They would join him on a Quidditch team if he asked, but they definitely wouldn’t be enthusiastic about it. At least not all of them. “It’s hard being the best sometimes. Everyone always says they won’t get jealous, but they end up doing it anyways,” he shrugged. “But they would never turn down an invitation to play Quidditch, even if it was from me.” He couldn’t speak for the Hogwarts students though. Maybe they cared a little more about helping their champion out. They would need it after all.

“I don’t doubt that you’re talented, or fast.” She’d have to be to have a spot on a house team with her size. There were more accomplished professional Quidditch players that had unique skills and were all different sizes. Émile still found it hard to believe that she was a beater though. That required so much upper body strength. Unless Addilyn was absolutely ripped, he would need a lot of convincing otherwise. But she said she was talented, and she was playing Quidditch, so there had to be something there that he was missing. The only way to tell would be if he saw her in action on the pitch. Then he’d truly understand what made her tick. Émile laughed at her comment about her height and again when she said he was too tall. It wasn’t like he was outrageously tall, just a considerable amount bigger than she was. “No, I think you’re just a small person.” He laughed again.

so come one and come all

to the crumbling walls
Of our city now painted with red

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Addilyn shrugged. She couldn't imagine that they wouldn't care. Maybe Hogwarts was just more competitive with the people that had put their name into the Goblet? She wasn't sure. However, what she was sure about was that if Grey was chosen, she wasn't sure how she'd feel. Probably...excitement and nervousness. She didn't want him hurt, ever. And the tournament was so stressful that Addilyn couldn't imagine how much worse he'd get. Granted, Grey would probably do just fine in the tasks but Addilyn didn't want to take that risk with him. Although she'd definitely help him every chance she'd get. The best? Addilyn's mouth dropped open and her eye's widened. Did he really just say that? As soon as she thought about it, her hand was on her chest, and she was laughing her head off. What kind of person thought that way? She couldn't stop laughing; this guy was something else. Eventually, tears fell down her cheeks from laughing so hard that she had to take a few deep breaths to calm herself down. "Well, after that comment, I would so turn you down to be on a team with you."

Emile was then laughing this time, whether it was at her question or her actual size, she didn't know. Addi narrowed her eyes at him, her eyebrows scrunching up together. "Small or not, I bet I could beat you." Addilyn was very fast, and talented. Just because she didn't seem to be 'ripped' doesn't mean she couldn't hit the bludger away. She'd show him if need be. Her head tilted to the side. "But...you being so tall I'm not sure you'd be able to keep up." Addi smirked. She was usually sweet and innocent, but Quidditch was her thing. She'd never let anyone think they were better than someone else; and she usually wouldn't admit it to many people but...she was fantastic at what she did.

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Addilyn’s reaction to his comment about being the best wasn’t anything new to him. That was how everyone reacted to him the first time he brought it up. Soon after, they weren’t laughing, because he’d prove it to them that he was actually the real deal. Usually they mocked him for it, but her reaction was telling enough that she wasn’t the kind of person to do that. She definitely thought he was full of it though, that was for sure, and honestly, he kind of was. He lived for competition, it was hard not to be like that. “You laugh now, but wait until the champion selection and you’ll see.” Émile winked at the small blonde girl, who was still laughing, as he said it. There was absolutely no way that he could lose out on this chance. If he did, well then there was the fallback plan of getting the Quidditch team going. Addilyn seemed intrigued by the idea, so it was definitely a possible reality.

The small comment seemed to get at her though. He hadn’t meant it to be malicious, more as one of disbelief. A lot of the Beauxbatons students that played were well built and worked towards the goal of going professional. He didn’t know if it was the same for the Hogwarts students, but if this little girl was on a team, she was either really extraordinary, or the school was lacking in skill and she happened to be one of the better players. Émile liked to see interesting things, so he hoped it was the latter of the two options. He raised his hands up as she said he might be too tall to keep up with her. “I guess we’ll never know unless we play. Unfortunately that can’t be today.” He was starting to get slightly hungry, all the talk of playing Quidditch had worked up an appetite, despite him not actually doing anything productive other than boasting about his skills. “It was a pleasure talking to you Addilyn,” Émile said, taking a small bow. “We’ll have to continue our little talk about Quidditch some other time. Maybe you can show me what you’re made of then.” Grinning, he waved at the small blonde girl as he turned to leave, walking at first and then turning it into a jog as he headed back towards the castle to find something to eat.

[Émile Out!]

so come one and come all

to the crumbling walls
Of our city now painted with red

credit to nat of adoxography.