Post by Solanum Saxton on Nov 20, 2012 18:31:45 GMT -5
October 9,1976, 7:45 AM
Solanum slept the sleep of the dead so she woke that morning ready to tear Gryffindor a new one. She went about her morning ritual which included a shower in which with her eyes closed she envisioned sending many a player flying off their brooms literally. She took careful consideration in choosing that game days hairstyle and nail coloring. She chose to wear her hear in a severely tight bun and her nails were fire engine red with the names of the Gryffindor players on her nails in black. She thought that a nice gruesome additional touch.
Solanum being early she gave the rest of the team the benefit of the doubt. After all she wasn’t the team captain thus it wasn’t her place to round them up and get them off to the great hall to eat and somewhat digest that food before the match. No one wanted an overly full or bloated to the point of sick quidditch players. That lasted five seconds.
Solanum went to the boys dorm with no trouble and smacked them all awake, “Wake up you lazy gits. It’s a beautiful day to kick some Gryffindor arse!”
Solanum didn’t wait to see if they would take the hint. She was already out the door and headed to the common room when she heard the thumps of waking young men ready for battle. That’s what this was. Battle. There was no way she was losing to Gryffindor. Not today. Not any day. She didn’t become a beater to wind up second best quidditch team.
When she got to the great hall of course the Gryffindor’s were there as were more than a few of their fans. Stupid Slytherin fans were always late. Something about her house made her wonder if they were all secretly vampires. But it didn’t matter as she sat down with her back to the Gryffindor table waiting for the rest of her team to get there.
{I don’t know whose on the team but if you want ummmm….yeah.}
Solanum slept the sleep of the dead so she woke that morning ready to tear Gryffindor a new one. She went about her morning ritual which included a shower in which with her eyes closed she envisioned sending many a player flying off their brooms literally. She took careful consideration in choosing that game days hairstyle and nail coloring. She chose to wear her hear in a severely tight bun and her nails were fire engine red with the names of the Gryffindor players on her nails in black. She thought that a nice gruesome additional touch.
Solanum being early she gave the rest of the team the benefit of the doubt. After all she wasn’t the team captain thus it wasn’t her place to round them up and get them off to the great hall to eat and somewhat digest that food before the match. No one wanted an overly full or bloated to the point of sick quidditch players. That lasted five seconds.
Solanum went to the boys dorm with no trouble and smacked them all awake, “Wake up you lazy gits. It’s a beautiful day to kick some Gryffindor arse!”
Solanum didn’t wait to see if they would take the hint. She was already out the door and headed to the common room when she heard the thumps of waking young men ready for battle. That’s what this was. Battle. There was no way she was losing to Gryffindor. Not today. Not any day. She didn’t become a beater to wind up second best quidditch team.
When she got to the great hall of course the Gryffindor’s were there as were more than a few of their fans. Stupid Slytherin fans were always late. Something about her house made her wonder if they were all secretly vampires. But it didn’t matter as she sat down with her back to the Gryffindor table waiting for the rest of her team to get there.
{I don’t know whose on the team but if you want ummmm….yeah.}
