I'm Amazed! (ISO: Ethan)

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Will sat off to himself as he watched the Quidditch players practicing. Okay so they weren't even his house team (the blue color flashes zooming about were clear indication of that) but for Will that was okay. He was always amazed at the players and how they flew about and how they seemed so graceful...one thing he never was going to be sadly. Nor would he ever fly really--(not unless he had to which thankfully didn't encompass any occasion so far in his life). He loved watching Quidditch but never would he pick up a broom and start playing. Not only was he not a graceful guy--he would be dangerous on a broom to be honest. Not being able to see or hear out of one side would probably make him dangerous not to mention rather vulnerable in the air. And he couldn't see that ending well--ever--so no...no he would keep his two feet firmly planted on the ground thank you.

Still didn't mean he couldn't or wouldn't watch them fly around though. In all honesty he thought it was rather cool and what not. And so any chance he could and he didn't have anything pressing to do such as a class--he would hang out at the pitch and do his homework and watch the players fly around and practice. And then he would get distracted by being awestruck and pay more attention to watching the pseudo-games and then his homework wouldn't get very much done like but hey-- what could he say?

He was amazed. That was all there was to it. Amazed.

"Look out man!' Will was thrown out of his thoughts as he heard a voice calling out to him. He looked up and gasped--his eyes widening as he saw a quaffle heading his way. The Hufflepuff dove off to the side--groaning slightly as he hit the ground a bit harder then he meant to and waited for the object to go flying over him. Of course he wasn't quite sure if it had or hadn't yet. Or where the thing was. Or where anything or anyone was at the moment as he was stomach down on the ground and so he wasn't moving until someone told him it was safe to come out.

He wasn't budging one inch until then...

Words: 392
ISO: @ethanjohnson

OOC: Sorry it's a tad short. It's all I could think to come up with. Hope it's okay. Let me know if anythings needs to change!

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Ethan was practicing in the pitch with his team, and people often came to watch. He noticed today that his buddy Will, the Huffle was watching as well. That was always fun, when people from other houses came to support your team. Ethan was glad that Will was able to be there, and enjoyed being there. That was one thing he loved about the kid, he never let anything stop him from enjoying what he wanted to enjoy.

One of his fellow chasers suddenly yelled for someone to look out, and Ethan saw the Quaffle headed straight toward his buddies head. Ethan panicked, he wasn't sure if Will would even see or hear it coming depending on which side it came on. Ethan quickly zoomed in the Huffles direction, getting ready to catch the ball when he was close enough.

When Will hit the ground, Ethan winced. He flew closer and closer until he was right over Will, grabbed the quaffle an inch from his head, and tossed it back onto the pitch. He touched down his broom and stepped off, kneeling on the ground next to his Huffle friend. "Buddy, Will, can you hear me? Are you alive? Are you dead?" Ethan shook at Wills shoulder, half-joking half-actually worried as he tried to get him to speak.

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He did not want to get hit. He did not want to get hit. He reaaally did not want to get hit in the face.

This mantra ran through his head as he laid there--not sure of whether or not it was safe to come out. He wasn't scared -- like out right terrified of many things out there. But getting hit in the head was one of them. He did not want to lose what sight and hearing he had left. And so perhaps one might call him a little jumpy about it--but he couldn't help it. It was just one of those things that made him so nervous. Of course one might ask him then why did he hang around the Quidditch pitch then -- but that was another matter altogether.

Right now though he was too nervous to even move let alone poke his head up from beneath the rafters. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulders and heard and oh so familiar voice that he stirred -- well stirred more than just breathing that was. Will's head shot upright as he heard Ethan sounding worried and asking him if he was all right or not. The Hufflepuff boy nodded slightly. No he was not dead. Yes he was alive. And yes he was okay. He got to his feet and began to brush the dust off of his robes—and it was a moment before he spoke, "I-I'm fine." well okay-- so he was shaken but still in one piece if the stammered reply was anything to go by.

He noticed that the chaser -- who had yelled at him to look out and was probably responsible for the runaway Quaffle-- heaved a soft sigh of relief as he realized that he hadn't hurt the other. And that he was okay. 'Glad to hear it man. I didn’t mean to. I don't go aiming to hit people. It just happened.' he said with a shrug.

"Its--Its fine. Really. Got a little startled but that's okay."

A little? How about a lot. And now that he was looking back on it -- Will began to feel something else now. Not fear. But plain embarrassment. Ethan was a good friend--a very good friend and he knew the other wasn't going to judge him. Or make fun of him in any way. It wasn't how he was. And it didn't seem as if the other chaser was like that either. But that didn't mean the other members of the team weren't. And now he felt like he was on display now. He couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking now. Not that he normally cared...but sometimes he did. And this was one of those times...


Words: 464
ISO: @ethanjohnson

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Ethan didn't believe for a second that his friend was fine, the way he was shaking. As the other chaser apologized Ethan smiled at them, "you can get back out there, I'll take care of this." When the chaser left Ethan turned back to his buddy and offered a hand to pull him up. Ethan waved back at his team who and gave a thumbs up. Several of them clapped happily, glad that Will wasn't pummeled to death.

Ethan glanced over at the stands to the spectators and growled under his breath, "hey, pay no attention to those guys. They're just watching my team so they can pretend to learn something and beat us," Ethan promptly flipped off the Slytherins who were yelling mean comments from the stands. What a bunch of scum. Not only was being smacked in the head by a Quaffle scary as heck, but it was also not funny to make fun of his buddy like that. Even if he had a disadvantage to hearing or seeing the darn thing.

Ethan rolled his shoulders, ready for a fight if necessary. "My team could use some roughening up without me, why don't we sit down for a second." Ethan tried to sound upbeat, and not show pity. He didn't really feel pity, he was just over protective of Will, because Will had been a friend to him even as a silly little muggle born running around like a chicken with his head cut off.