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Arthur was a bit relieved to see that Longbottom was being smart and appeared to be keeping to himself. With how he was sitting, he was sure the team wouldn't pay him any mind. He turned his attention back to the captain as she finished her spiel, gripping the handle of his broom tighter as he swung one leg over to the other side. He knew his objective for the practice. Aim well enough to make the chasers stay on their toes but not well enough to land a hit. They couldn't afford to have injured players and as much as Art hated doing anything less than his best, he knew the former was true.
The Slytherin pushed himself off of the ground along with the rest of his teammates and they soared into the air, taking up what would be an unusual position for a regular quidditch game. They had to though, considering there were only seven of them. Once they began, Art had a moment to sit back. He and Goyle always had the least amount of work to do during practice, due to their destructive roles. After a while though, the redhead grew bored and began actively chasing after the bludger, defending some of his teammates while 'aiming' his hits at others. Though, true to what he had been told, he didn't actually hit any of the other Slytherins. Though, he did come close a couple of times.
"Watch where you're aiming that bloody thing, pillock!" One of the chasers yelled at him, though he just rolled his eyes.
"Start learning to dodge enchanted iron balls, and you won't get almost hit," he retorted, speaking as though he was talking to a stupid child. That was how their practices always went though, insults being thrown around this way and that, usually at least half from the captain herself.
Eventually though, they all started to slow down, knowing they had reached the end of practice. It was until that point that Longbottom had been able to sit in the stands unbeknownst to the others. But of course, being high up meant it was easy to see far and wide, and with the Slytherin quidditch team no longer involved in practice, he was pretty easy to spot.
"Is that a Gryffindor spying in on our practice?" Bletchley asked loudly and demeaning. Art hadn't even noticed the others had caught on until the keeper said that, and he turned where he sat on his broom nearly abruptly to face the other Slytherin. Shit, well this certainly wasn't good.
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Ron's grin faltered ever so slightly when Juliet bit her lip, the action making him go a bit weak in the knees. He moved his eyes so he was looking ahead of them at the ground in attempt to clear his head. It did help some, but their proximity didn't do much to add to that.
"Yeah, I definitely noticed." the Gryffindor said, responding to the witch's observations of the students from the other schools that were there the previous year. "All the beauxbaton girls travelled in packs," he said, grumbling slightly under his breath as he recalled the hard time he had trying to ask out Fleur Delacour before the yule ball. His grimace faded though, as the Ravenclaw reminded him of how the year ended, expression turning somber. He nodded though when she said she could see how Cho liked Harry.
"He's a good guy," the redhead said, but then chuckled at her next statement. "'Not so bad?' Excuse you?" He asked with mock disbelief, unable to hide the crooked smile spreading across his features now. She purposefully bumped into him, throwing off his balance just enough that he stumbled a step or two to the side, inevitably pulling Juliet along with him. He laughed more fully now at her confession of not thinking her action through. "And I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be good at that kind of thing?" He asked, glancing down at her teasingly.
Ron's attention was diverted though with the mention of quidditch, and he nodded happily at her suggestion. "We should go, I'm looking forward to watching Slytherin get pummeled," he said in agreement, his laughter now having died down to a few chuckles. He watched the players on the field, their green robes obvious against the background of the sky. It didn't matter how much they practiced though, Harry would always be the one to catch the snitch, and especially so before any of them ever racked up enough points to come close to beating Gryffindor.
The redhead's eyes narrowed in an attempt to focus as Juliet pointed out the person in the stands. It was hard to make out who they were, but he had to admit that they did look awfully familiar. "...Yeah, I think so. What's he doing there?"
The Slytherin pushed himself off of the ground along with the rest of his teammates and they soared into the air, taking up what would be an unusual position for a regular quidditch game. They had to though, considering there were only seven of them. Once they began, Art had a moment to sit back. He and Goyle always had the least amount of work to do during practice, due to their destructive roles. After a while though, the redhead grew bored and began actively chasing after the bludger, defending some of his teammates while 'aiming' his hits at others. Though, true to what he had been told, he didn't actually hit any of the other Slytherins. Though, he did come close a couple of times.
"Watch where you're aiming that bloody thing, pillock!" One of the chasers yelled at him, though he just rolled his eyes.
"Start learning to dodge enchanted iron balls, and you won't get almost hit," he retorted, speaking as though he was talking to a stupid child. That was how their practices always went though, insults being thrown around this way and that, usually at least half from the captain herself.
Eventually though, they all started to slow down, knowing they had reached the end of practice. It was until that point that Longbottom had been able to sit in the stands unbeknownst to the others. But of course, being high up meant it was easy to see far and wide, and with the Slytherin quidditch team no longer involved in practice, he was pretty easy to spot.
"Is that a Gryffindor spying in on our practice?" Bletchley asked loudly and demeaning. Art hadn't even noticed the others had caught on until the keeper said that, and he turned where he sat on his broom nearly abruptly to face the other Slytherin. Shit, well this certainly wasn't good.
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Ron's grin faltered ever so slightly when Juliet bit her lip, the action making him go a bit weak in the knees. He moved his eyes so he was looking ahead of them at the ground in attempt to clear his head. It did help some, but their proximity didn't do much to add to that.
"Yeah, I definitely noticed." the Gryffindor said, responding to the witch's observations of the students from the other schools that were there the previous year. "All the beauxbaton girls travelled in packs," he said, grumbling slightly under his breath as he recalled the hard time he had trying to ask out Fleur Delacour before the yule ball. His grimace faded though, as the Ravenclaw reminded him of how the year ended, expression turning somber. He nodded though when she said she could see how Cho liked Harry.
"He's a good guy," the redhead said, but then chuckled at her next statement. "'Not so bad?' Excuse you?" He asked with mock disbelief, unable to hide the crooked smile spreading across his features now. She purposefully bumped into him, throwing off his balance just enough that he stumbled a step or two to the side, inevitably pulling Juliet along with him. He laughed more fully now at her confession of not thinking her action through. "And I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be good at that kind of thing?" He asked, glancing down at her teasingly.
Ron's attention was diverted though with the mention of quidditch, and he nodded happily at her suggestion. "We should go, I'm looking forward to watching Slytherin get pummeled," he said in agreement, his laughter now having died down to a few chuckles. He watched the players on the field, their green robes obvious against the background of the sky. It didn't matter how much they practiced though, Harry would always be the one to catch the snitch, and especially so before any of them ever racked up enough points to come close to beating Gryffindor.
The redhead's eyes narrowed in an attempt to focus as Juliet pointed out the person in the stands. It was hard to make out who they were, but he had to admit that they did look awfully familiar. "...Yeah, I think so. What's he doing there?"