(Nah I think it's either marauders era or pre marauders era)
Scipio left class, carrying a bag full of buttons that used to be beetles. He'd set them free outside later after transfiguring them back. He went to his next class (which I guess is Potions??) and sat down silently.
(Crap…….how do I do this?
My hEART
is shattered
everyone
is dead.)
(scuttles in like a giant terrifying crab)
(I dunno what to do :/ )
(How do I insert myself in here?)
( ^^^^^^^^ I second that question)
((^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^I third that question))
(We could have a meeting/club like the Slug Club (which might actually exist at this point) that all the characters attend for one reason or another, we could encounter one another in the library again, we could have a quidditch game… I'm the only Slytherin, so I just have to try and stick around your characters to stay relevant bc I don't have another person in my house I could just chat with in the common room.)
( Oh can we do a Quidditch game?)
(Quidditch!!)
((Quidditch!!!))
(Quidditch it is then. Is it alright with you guys if Scipio is the Seeker for the Slytherin team?)
(Ye, dats all good)
(Who against who?)
(Noice. I'll go ahead and write a starter)
It was raining heavily, and Scipio was searching for a flash of gold. He spotted the Snitch across the field and shot towards it, ignoring the commentator so that he could focus. Soon, the Gryffindor seeker was tailing him. I could try the Wronskei Feint… but that's probably not allowed in school games. Scipio urged his broom to go faster, not noticing the bludger speeding towards him until it had slammed into his side. He spun off to the side and hit the banner beneath the seats, falling to the ground.
(Slytherin and gryffindor)
( Oh! Then can I be the Gryffindor seeker?)
Aramis watched from the side, her Ravenclaw scar blowing in the wind and saw as the Slytherin seeker tumbled to the ground
(Sure :D)
Astra winced as the seeker of Slytherin fell to the ground as she carefully stood on her broom and reached out her hand to grab the Snitch as it got higher and higher and higher. She managed to grabbed before something whammed into herside causing her to almost fall off and grab onto her broom with one hand. "Hey!" One of the Slytherian players tried to push her off.
Scipio coughed, clutching his side. He was fairly sure he had broken a few ribs. He knew that Gryffindor had won the game, but he was in too much pain to care at this point. What was that healing spell?
I shouldn't try anything, lest I make it worse… Scipio leaned against the base of the stands, looking up at the Gryffindors celebrating. He tried to stand up, but just fell back down again. Great, the youngest person on the team has yet again made a fool of himself… they'll never let me forget this.
Joy watched with wide eyes, leaning over the side. "Oh my- Are the professors going to do anything?"
Astra saw that the Slytherian boy was in serious pain and that no one had come to check on him yet. Quickly she got off and ran over to him. "Oh gosh are you ok?!"
Scipio looked up at the girl through the rain. "Hello? Are you on the Gryffindor team?" He couldn't see her very clearly through the rain.