[identity profile] radishesncorks.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] neutral_omens
Date: April 23, 2001
Status: Semi-Private (Luna, Adam, Pepper, Wensleydale, Brian; ask if you'd like to join in?)
Setting: The Manor Grounds
Summary: Luna teaches the Them how to play Wizarding games. Hijinks ensue.


Luna stood at the back of the Manor, near a rather tall hedge that she had charmed to that height. Next to her, an open wicker box held two sets of Wizarding Chessmen, a dozen packs of Exploding Snap cards, an inflated pig's bladder and a battered, old, second-hand Quidditch chest. Next to that lay four brooms. It was strange how she had found most of this equipment at a second-hand bookshop, except for the broomsticks, of course. She'd gotten those from a friend of her father's. They weren't the best brooms, but they were servicable.

"Good boy, Fido!" Luna shifted her broomstick to her other hand as she reached into her pocket for a treat and threw it at the footstool.

Date: 2007-09-26 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dearwensleydale.livejournal.com
Wensley felt his broom twist in the air, throwing him sideways; he grabbed on for dear life with his hands and knees, somehow righting himself in time to see (as much as his skewed glasses would allow) the cause of the disturbance. "Sorry," he choked out, not exactly sure what he was apologizing for - being in the way, perhaps.

Date: 2007-09-28 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muddy-blues.livejournal.com
Righting his broom proved easy enough, but righting what Brian's gut had done when he saw who he'd nearly broadsided was another matter.

"Sorry for what, mate?" he muttered, flushing red. "Not your fault." Hm. That applied to more than one situation. Brian managed a hangdog smile before hurtling away after the Bludger.

Date: 2007-10-01 07:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] average-adam.livejournal.com
Adam dodged the Bludger, cast an eye over Brian and Wensley, and shot off to Luna's side like he'd been riding brooms all his life.

"Thanks, Luna," he called. "This is amazin'. I can't believe I'm really flyin'. I always wanted to, you know..."

Date: 2007-10-02 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] average-adam.livejournal.com
Looking faintly stunned - whether it was because Luna had no friends, or because a heavy ball was shooting at his face, it wasn't really clear - Adam dove. When he'd nearly reached the ground, he pulled up hard, popping back up like a cork in a bathtub and grinning from ear to ear. "I'm glad you do, too," the young man managed before having to dart away again.

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