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Post by RACHELLE HOLCOMB on Nov 16, 2012 0:32:37 GMT 1
 
Rachelle had originally wandered down to the Quidditch Pitch out of a fit of mild boredom. She had spent the last hour or so attempting to find something to keep her busy and occupied, otherwise, she had suspected, she might find herself going insane from lack of doing anything. Coming on a walk down to the Quidditch Pitch was the only solution that had come to her mind during her anxious thinking in that span of time. And, if anything else, she had just hoped that it would help her expend a little bit of her energy on the walk down to the Pitch and back to the castle. Though, the Pitch was a relatively proven method as a solution to curbing her hyper active tendencies.
The Quidditch Pitch had always been Rachelle's haven of sorts. Therefore, it hadn't been that far off as a thought for her to pursue in hopes of keeping the impending insanity of having no activity taking over. Ever since Rachelle had taken up playing on her house's Quidditch team during her fourth year it had become an outlet of sorts for the girl. Being in the air, beating the bludgers and racing about during their games gave her a sense of freedom, with the wind throwing back her bright red hair. It was more than enough to calm her overly active nerves, more often than not. It had, in the end, helped quite a lot with her focus in school, though it had never really helped with History of Magic. That was just a lost cause, really.
Rachelle felt a glimmer of a smile begin to curve her lips upward as she peered up into the stands of the Pitch, the stands that she saw filled at nearly every one of their games. That just might work. Rachelle thought as she finally began to make her way across, or rather around the Pitch to make her way up the stairwell that led into the stands. Her feet made dull thuds on the stairs as she raced up the stairs, one foot swiftly following the other as she ran, a careless, carefree grin sprouting across her face. It felt good to be free. No matter how little freedom the short sprint actually was.
The young witch spun out into the seating area of the stands, one hand resting against the doorway and panting, ever so slightly, the grin sticking to her face. Rachelle stepped forward, making her way to the railing that prevented any of the spectators from falling off of the side of the stands and to the ground. It was a nice atmosphere up here, she thought idly as the wind blew back the stands of red hair that weren't tied back in her pony tail. It wasn't as nice of a feeling, compared to the rush of wind that came from racing around on her broom, but it would have to work.
Still standing with her with her elbows leaning against the railing, Rachelle barely heard the approaching footsteps that signified the arrival of another person to this section of the stands as a result of being rather absorbed in her thoughts. The girl barely even turned her head as she asked, "Hello? Who's that?" Her voice calm, and just a bit raised, so she could be heard. Rachelle wasn't concerned by having a visitor. After all, the Pitch was well frequented by all students, even if it was typically on game days.
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Post by pheonixember on Nov 16, 2012 7:24:03 GMT 1
Aleks wandered from the changing rooms onto the Pitch, slinging her broom, a Nimbus 2000 her father had given her for her birthday last year, over her shoulder. As she entered the Pitch, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It always smelled so wonderful here. The wooden seats, the grass, everything smelled like home. Like freedom.
In the weeks after her fathers death she had practically lived here. It seemed like the only time she was happy was when she was in the air. The Pitch had always been a get away, a happy place, but after last year it had become something sacred. It was her's. She knew she didn't actually own it, but in times like these, when it's empty and quiet, it seems to be her own world.
A sound from the stands behind her alerts her to the fact that she was, in actuality, not alone. She spun around and looked up into the stands. There was a small Ravenclaw witch there, maybe a first year, spinning in circles. “First years,” she muttered to herself, “don't belong in the pitch.”
She quickly headed to the stairs. 'I hope Ravenclaw doesn't have practice today. I really need to fly right now.' She thought as she ran up the stairs. Today had not been a good one. It had began with Divination, which is never a good start to any day. It had only gone downhill when she broke another tea cup, and in her anger told Trelawny she though it was a pointless class only suited for crackpots and fakes. Obviously that had not gone over well. According to Trelawny, she was not strong in the mind and would have a near fatal accident before the week in out. 'Maybe flying isn't a good idea then,' she thought ruefully as she exited the stairwell.
The first year was leaning against the rails, staring dreamily out at the pitch. As she approached, the with said “Hello. Who's that?” She barely even turned her head. 'Well, I could be a serial killer. Or worse, a Slytherin,” she thought sarcastically, smiling to herself. “Hey, what are you doing here? There isn't a practice scheduled now, is there?” As she said it, she realized that it sounded a little condescending. She hadn't meant it like that, but this girl was just so small. She probably wasn't actually all that small, but to Aleks, anyone under 5 foot 7 looked like a midget. At 5 foot 9 she wasn't a towering beast or anything, but it was just tall enough to make her feel like a giant next to other girls.
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Post by RACHELLE HOLCOMB on Nov 17, 2012 2:33:34 GMT 1
Rachelle smiled ever so slightly to herself as she heard the footsteps drawing closer, leaving the steps. The girl hadn't removed her eyes from the layout of the Pitch. Well, she had, but only to glance around the sky, surveying the weather a bit, as well as simply looking out over the sky. It was a pleasant way to distract herself looking at good old dependable things like the sky. After all, no matter what happened, the sky would always be up there, stretching out miles in every direction, and the grand old earth would always be settled beneath her feet. Unless she decided to go for a bit of a fly on her broomstick, which definitely didn't make the ground just as dependable as the sky, though the sky, with it's winds and storms was mischievous, as well.
On that note, the young witch allowed her eyes to fall into focus, instead of a mere glance, up at the broad blue sky. A slight, content smile began to curl her lips upward, skyward, at the sight that clearly greeted her honey brown eyes. The sky was clear, only showing the wisps of cumulus clouds that graced it's airways light airy cotton balls, or marshmallows. She grinned once again, it seemed almost too good to be true, as if this beautiful weather could not be disrupted unless some wizard conjured a terrible storm. The thought made her a bit crestfallen. After all, some of her fellow witches and warlocks weren't so adept at magic. At least, not as adept with it as the half of her house mates were, anyway. It was a most depressing thought, both of them, really.
I wonder who that could be. Rachelle thought, leaning her head in her hand and idly curling a stray strand of hair around a long, graceful finger. She had contemplated hiding her bright red hair under a hat, though it wouldn't have gone with her outfit. Well, at least, those were her feelings on it, though Rachelle was at times known for being a bit radical with her outfits, though never insane with them. After all, the girl had to have some style. Therefore, that morning it hadn't even been that much of a surprise to her friends, seeing the striking contrast between her hair and the blouse under her robes. Of course, blue had always clashed with her natural bright red hair. Oddness had always been a bit of her forte.
Rachelle let a broad grin grace her lips as she turned around to face her fellow student, though managing to lean back in a slightly reclined stance, with her elbows still resting against the railing, showing no concern what so ever. The young witch listened to the girl as she was asked why she was up there, and then if there was a practice scheduled. The other girl was a bit more tense, or maybe it was that the other girl had a bit more of a presence to her, compared to herself. It could have something to do with the sarcasm, or the condescending tone, which didn't faze the older girl, who was well adapted to the school and it's inhabitants.
"Well, I got bored sitting through History of Magic earlier, so I just had to get away! You have no idea how hard it is to get the most hyper person in the class to sit still and listen to Binns drone." Rachelle huffed out the last bit with a bit of what could have been described as a dramatic sigh. She should have been an actress. "It was horrifying! The older girl exclaimed, her tone betraying a bit of it's humor as she stood up, gesturing with her hands and almost acting as she spoke.
This is so much fun! Rachelle gushed in her mind, Though I shouldn't be teasing the younger students that much. The older girl grinned at the student before her with a good nature.
"There's no practice today, either, I think it's in a few days." Rachelle said, giving a slight shrug of her shoulders in order to demonstrate, relatively, her lack of knowledge for her house's, and her team's, schedule. It was always a bit of a problem that she had, not memorizing all of their practice times. Though she was always on time, she just needed to be reminded, at least several times by her teammates, apparently they didn't mind it, since she had been on the team for several years.
"Anywho," Rachelle paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "I'm Rachelle Holcomb, seventh year Ravenclaw and beater extraordinaire!" The older exclaimed, stepping forward to stick out a hand for the younger gryffindor to shake, "And who might you be?" The grin on her face was broad and maybe just a bit humorous as she finished speaking. This was definitely one of her finer moments.
The question that she had asked wasn't that hard of a question to start the girl out with, Rachelle thought with a mental grin, as to not frighten the girl standing before her anymore than she already was. The younger gryffindor student, Rachelle took note, was about seven inches taller than her. A practical giant! Or maybe she was just short. The later was the answer, she thought as she waited for the girl's response.
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Post by pheonixember on Nov 17, 2012 5:53:21 GMT 1
-{Aleks.Wynn}-When you lower me down [/color] Beneath that sky of gray[/i][/color][/center] - - - As the small witch turned around, Aleks realized her mistake in thinking she was a first year. The witch may have a small frame, but her face was obviously that of an older girl. Her assumption was affirmed when the witch said, "Anywho, I'm Rachelle Holcomb, seventh year Ravenclaw and beater extraordinaire!" Alek's face broke into a huge, slightly embarrassed, smile. 'Seventh year. Close enough, right?' she thought with a menatal wince.
“I'm Aleks Wynn, arguably the best Gryffindor keeper Hogwarts has seen in a while, not to brag though,” she said with a grin, “and now that you mention it, I do recognize you. In our last game you almost unseated me." She grimaced at the memory, then smiled and said, "Indeed you are a beater extraordinaire.” That had not been one of her finer moments on a broomstick. She had been momentarily distracted by their seeker spotting the snitch, and the next thing she knew a bludger was headed for her chest. For such a small girl she sure does pack a wallop.
She took the other witch's hand and shook it, her emerald green eyes meeting Rachelle's honey brown ones. The sun was hitting them in a way that made them seem to glow. 'I wish my eyes were like that,' she though admiringly. 'They almost look like firewhisky. I just got stuck with stupid green ones.' Generally she considered her eyes one of her better features, but in times like this they seemed dull. She knew she wasn't ugly, but she also was painfully aware of the fact that she was not stunning. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders, slightly waving, but generally straight. She wasn't the thinnest girl, but she took pride in the fact that she was muscular. Being a keeper wasn't as easy as most people assume it is. You have to have control over every part of your body in order to make the difficult saves. She wasn't so muscular that she had no curves though. Generally she was happy with her appearance, but standing next to such a small girl made her feel entirely unfeminine.
Releasing her hand, Aleks stepped back and put some distance between them as she leaned against the back of one of the seats “I know how you feel about Binns, I had him yesterday and I swear if I have to sit through another class, I'm probably going to be a ghost too. Sometimes I wonder if he would even notice if I didn't show up.” It was definitely a thought that crossed her mind whenever she had to go into that stuffy room. “The other day, one of the guys in my class used the tickling charm on a girl in the front row and Binns didn't even flinch.” It had been one of the funnier moments in that class. The girl had fallen out of her chair and was laughing on the floor so hard she cried before he stopped. Of course, he probably would have kept using the charm if Aleks had not smacked him on the back of the head with her rolled up parchment.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - Let the rain fall down [/size] And wash away your pain.[/size][/center][/i]
-{Word Count}-528
-{Credited}- Carry Me Down;;Demon Hunter
-{Notes}- I'mso glad I've never had to sit though a Binn's class
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Post by RACHELLE HOLCOMB on Nov 18, 2012 4:56:56 GMT 1
Rachelle grinned as the girl introduced herself as Aleks Wynn, saying that she was arguably the best keeper that Gryffindor had ever had. The older witch knew that Aleks had to be short of something, not that she would ask. People typically had nicknames for a reason, and it was more common that they had relatively embarrassingly complex, or just plain embarrassing names. Rachelle, herself didn't have a nickname mostly because she liked her name well enough as it was. Plus, all of the nicknames for her name weren't all that fantastic. Except Elle, or Holly. Those might end up working, if she ever felt the need to pick out a nickname. For now she would just stick with all of the random nicknames that she received on a weekly basis. That would make everything much simpler.
Rachelle's grin widened, if that was even possible, with the way that the seventh year was currently smiling when Aleks commented on recognizing her. It was made a bit harder to believe when Aleks said that she had almost unseated her. Standing before the girl, it seemed almost impossible to even happen. Aleks, to Rachelle had a presence, not to mention the fact that she had a rather large stature. She was one of the people that you would expect to never be unseated, which wasn't hard to spot, from Rachelle's extensive knowledge of Quidditch.
Rachelle continued to grin as Aleks commented that Rachelle was, indeed, a beater extraordinaire. Now, the older girl recognized Aleks, no a point, at least. She had heard of the keeper, as well as seen her before, obviously, since she had, after all, lobbed a bludger at her before.
"Don't worry, my friend! A good many people have succumbed to my awesome beater skills. In fact, you did quite a good job keeping yourself upright. And blocking a good many of our goals!" Rachelle exclaimed, peering up at the younger girl with a complimentary grin. The other girl truly was a good keeper, and it was hard enough to find a good one that didn't fall off their broom, from the bludgers or zipping between the three goals and blocking the attempted goals. Though Rachelle had never attempted it, it seemed as if it would be quite a difficult job.
"Not to mention I have all of the muscles behind me!" Rachelle added cheerfully, lifting her arms to pose, flexing her arm muscles slightly with a grin. She had, indeed gained a good amount of muscle from having to redirect those bludgers with a good beating quite a large number of feet in the air, when she only had her broom to hold her up. Beating certainly required an extreme amount of muscle, as well.
"Would you believe when I tried out the captain just laughed at me? Said I was too small. I showed him, I did. Knocked him right off his broom. Last time he underestimated me!" Rachelle shook her head ruefully at the memory of her first time trying out. It had been made difficult, given her small stature, but she had never let that stop her. Plus, it was easier than being huge and a giant moving target for the bludgers that she was beating. And it gave her less body to control and prevent from falling off of her broom.
Rachelle grinned and nodded when Aleks said that she knew what she was talking about with Binns. Saying that she swore that if she had to sit through another of his classes she would probably turn into a ghost, too. The other girl also wondered if he would even notice if she didn't show up to class one day. "He probably would, but he might only report you to McGonagall, if he even did anything about it." The older girl replied, giving a slight shrug of her shoulders. Sometimes she felt sorry for the poor old bloke. Didn't even noticed he was dead, and having to tolerate kids taking advantage of his being a tad bit unaware of his class as he droned.
The Ravenclaw chuckled lightly when Aleks said that a boy in her class had put a tickling charm on a girl in the front row and Binns hadn't even flinched. "You have to feel a bit sorry for Binns, though, he has to tolerate all of us and he doesn't notice he's dead!" Rachelle shook her head slightly at the thought, though her eyes still danced with a touch of amusement.
"But your class still gets to have all of the fun. None of my housemates would ever really attempt that. They need to relax a bit, they do." Rachelle commented, shaking her head with a bit of a dramatic sigh at the thought of her poor housemates, some of which just didn't know how to have any good fun. Rachelle loved studying as much as the next Ravenclaw, but sometimes they just needed to get out and have even the smallest amount of fun. Ravenclaw tower got stuffy after a bit, after all.
Rachelle gave a small, slight bit of a smirk, "I should try that the next party comes up. Herd 'em all outta the tower. It might be a bit of a shock for them, though. We're a bit of a focused, unsocial bunch sometimes." She was grinning bemusedly by the last bit. She glanced up at Aleks, watching for the taller girl's reaction. This was quite the interesting conversation that they were having so far. It made Rachelle rather glad that she had decided against forcing her scarce remaining focus into studying. A bit more glad that she had decided to mosey on down to the Quidditch Pitch to get a breath of fresh air. After all, she thought she had a bit of a potential friend here. It was a rather good trade, she thought cheerfully.
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Post by pheonixember on Nov 19, 2012 5:50:27 GMT 1
-{Aleks.Wynn}-When you lower me down [/color] Beneath that sky of gray[/i][/color][/center] - - - Aleks couldn't help but smile at the older girl's comment about how many people have been knocked off their brooms by her. It was nice to talk to someone from another team without them getting all competitive and obnoxious. Aleks had the utmost respect for all the other Quidditch players and couldn't understand why some of them had to be such jerks. In her opinion, if you were confident in you abilities, you wouldn't feel the need to try to bring others down. Rachelle was obviously one of the ones who knew how good she was, but at the same time didn't think she was a big deal. Aleks' smile widened as the other girl flexed her muscles to show off how strong she was. “Indeed, those are some impressive muscles,” she joked, “I definitely would not want to meet you in a dark alleyway.” Rachelle's muscles were actually quite impressive. They weren't huge, but they were definitely toned. Some captains didn't understand that the size of the muscles didn't matter, as long as the beater knew how to use them. Aleks was well aware of the fact that the small witch knew how to use her's, and, according to Rachelle, the Ravenclaw captain knew as well. 'And from the sound of it, it wasn't his superior Ravenclaw intelligence that told him,' she thought with a smile as she imagined the look on his face when Rachelle launched a bludger toward him.
“I do feel bad for Binns sometimes, but I think that he ignores us well enough that we don't really bother him. I do think it's too bad he can't even enjoy death though. And yeas, Gryffindors do have all the fun.” She said with a laugh. “I know you guys like your books and all, but maybe you should get them out of the tower occasionally. Sometimes I swear half of you are vampires! I only see them inside, safely away from sunlight.” She smiled to let the Ravenclaw know she was joking and not seriously making fun of her house. “Next time we throw a party I'll have to invite ya'll.”
That would be an interesting party. Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were not enemies by any means, but they never seemed to interact very much. “Actually, now that you mention it we are having a party after the game in a few days. Normally we have them in the common room, but since the weather is going to be getting cold soon, we were planning of having it by the lake.” She probably should have run it by her fellow Gryffindors first, but generally they were up for anything, so she didn't think it would be a big deal. “In case you're wondering, no, we are not alcoholics. Someone will probably 'find' a bottle of firewhisky somewhere, but the parties are more for having fun and hanging out. And celebrating our victory... unless we lose, then we just pretend there was no match.”
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-{Word Count}-503
-{Credited}- Carry Me Down;;Demon Hunter
-{Thoughts}- Congrats on breaking 1000! One day I hope to be like you 
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Post by RACHELLE HOLCOMB on Nov 20, 2012 22:44:40 GMT 1
Rachelle grinned broadly when Aleks jokingly said that she had impressive muscles, and that she definitely wouldn't want to end up meeting her in a dark alley. Of course, there wasn't really all that much reason to ever find Rachelle hunkered down in a dark alleyway. Unless she was hiding from her friends in an effort to surprising. She wasn't one for dark spaces in the first place, anyway. "Those are unfounded worries," Rachelle replied airily, her grin still showing broadly on her face, "After all, I would only employ my little brother to tickle you to death, nothing seriously serious." She added, waving her hand as if it were no big thing, as she chuckled lightly under her breath. Rachelle wasn't all that good at keeping a straight face in situations like these.
"I know, he deserves better than having to deal with us seemingly ungrateful little brats everyday. Tickling charms in class? In his day we'd all be showing respect!" Rachelle replied, her tone joking and light, a grin showing on her face as she chuckled slightly as she imagined what it must have been like,back when binns had been younger.
"It must seem to him as if we live in some sort of alternate universe, with all the disrespect. Imagine the shock, the transfer from polite and respectful to mischievous rule breakers and impolite peoples!" The older witch excl;aimed, shaking her head and laughing with an ever broadening grin on her face. It was fun for her to be able to actually converse with someone who would joke back, instead of staring at her as if she were insane, or giving her dirty looks, for that matter. As if she had ever disrupted their studying!
Rachelle grinned and laughed when Aleks said that the Ravenclaws, like Rachelle herself, should get out a bit more. It gave Rachelle a much greater amount of amusement when Aleks said that she could have sworn that half of the Ravenclaws were vampires, since she only saw them inside, safely tucked away from all of the sunlight. Rachelle grinned, widening her eyes jokingly as if in shock "Then where are they putting all of their blood? They must eat! And it's not like I've got any bites!" Rachelle grinned as she spoke, then mimed turning around in circles, as if searching for any bite marks before stopping to face Aleks again after one full circle.
Rachelle grinned cheerfully when Aleks said that she would invite the Ravenclaws to the next party that the Gryffindors would be holding. "That does sound like quite the party!" The seventh year girl exclaimed with a grin. It wasn't hard to imagine what her housemates would do if she dragged them up the party. She could imagine seeing some hiding in the corners with books, some flaunting their knowledge, maybe some doing homework, and a scarce few actually enjoying themselves. Rachelle, would, of course be one of the few that would actually enjoy themselves.
The older girl nodded when Aleks said that their next party would be after the Quidditch Match in a few days. She grinned slightly when she said that it would be down at the lake. That sounded interesting. At least, a bit better than what might have been a rather stuffy common room, with so many people in it, of course.
Rachelle nodded in agreement when Aleks said that they weren't alcoholics, though one might occasionally find a bottle of fire whiskey. She knew of people, from her own house, who woulds show up to the scarce Ravenclaw parties with a bottle of fire whiskey. She was sure it was common enough in any one of the Hogwarts houses.
She liked the idea of the Gryffindor parties, especially when Aleks said that their parties were mostly about having fun and hanging out, mostly. It was rather amusing, in a good way, when Aleks said that they celebrated their victory, unless they lost, then they just forgot there was even a match to begin with and just had fun. "That sounds like a rather good policy to have." Rachelle commented with a grin.
"So, who is your next match against, anyway?" Rachelle asked curiously, after all, she herself wasn't all that sure of Ravenclaw's next opponents were. Yeah, she just wasn't all that good with things like that, but at least she made up for it with other things.
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