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Post by Scotty Kovac on Dec 5, 2008 16:05:58 GMT 1
As the others talked amongst themselves a rather large blanket on another armchair snored loudly. Underneath the blanket Scott Kovac dreamed of Quidditch glory, probably due to half the team being in the common room. In his dreams he’d made the team and was singlehandedly winning the Cup for Gryffindor but that was all they were, dreams. Scott had tried out for the team this year but was yet to know if he’d made it or not. He’d meant to go about asking Ame but hadn’t gotten around to it; he’d been too busy helping James beat the crap out of some smart mouthed Slytherins.
Now that had been an interesting way to spend the evening. Like most Gryffindors, most Slytherins travelled in packs so that meant while James had taken the ring leader, Scott and the other members of their group had had to fend off the his friends. Unlike James, Scott didn’t have much to show that he’d been in a scuffle, only a bit of minor bruising on his hands and shins. He hadn’t played a major role in the actual fight; it was after when he’d patched up James that Scott had been useful.
In his sleep the Gryffindor snorted and attempted to roll over, managing to tangle himself in his blanket rather well. He struggled against it but only made the entanglement worse. In Scott’s dreams as he flew on his broom, a great black shroud came out of nowhere and flew straight for him. It blinded him, constricted his movements and began to block his nose and mouth. Suffocating, he attempted to cry out for help but no sound came from his mouth. Writhing desperately against the shroud he felt himself fall of his broom and quickly land painfully with a dull thud.
Hang on a second, when you were hurt in a dream you weren’t supposed to feel it. So why did Scott feel small aches of pain from where he’d landed? Finally he realised he was awake but why was everything still black and why couldn’t he breathe properly? Groggily he lifted his arms and found that his top half had fallen off his armchair and he’d tangled himself in and partly inhaled his blanket. Scott pulled the blanket off over his head and picked himself up off the floor. He was extremely embarrassed to see that there were other people from his year in the common room who may or may not have just witnessed the Kovac vs. Blanket fight to the death.
“Evening all,” he said sleepily through several yawns. He threw a half smile at Starke and barely acknowledged Lovely’s presence before finding himself a new seat near James, Amelia, Luke and the fire. Scott felt a pang of jealousy as Ame began to show James affection but bit it down and smiled absently into the fire. “Hey Ame what’s the word on the Quidditch team? Are you gonna tell me if I got in or leave me in suspense? You shouldn't leave a guy in suspense, it’s cruel,” he asked mockingly pleading. With a pout on his face Scott attempted to give Ame the puppy dog eyeing of her life but found it hard to keep a straight face. In the end he couldn’t help but give her and James famous broad smile.
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