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Winsome Tenpenny

The Bench of Greatness

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Winsome Tenpenny

game 1

 

Winsome just stared out from the bench of at the two of her captains, and it was hard for her to really just sit there and not say anything. She wasn't as horrible as she was last year, and she was definitely going to prove that. She wanted to throw her broom at either @Eleanor Malverne or @Honorine Nott because they had only seen her play the one game last year. She was way better than that and she knew it, and Winsome just wanted a chance to prove it.

 

"WHAT? YOU'RE STARTING THAT FIRST YEAR? THIS  REEKS OF MERLIN'S SWEATY SOCKS, GUYS! I PRACTICED ALL SUMMER!"

 

Maybe her words fell on death ears, or maybe they weren't loud enough, but she would definitely keep screaming that she deserved a second chance to play a game and not just warm the bench.

 

wc: 143

Edited by Winsome Tenpenny

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Gabriel Montague

Sitting on the bench was never as much fun as playing in the game, but Gabriel Montague had always been the type to take the minor disappointments of life in stride.  Anyone who had gotten to know the Montague brothers well would have an easier time than usual telling the two apart at the moment.  One of the tall, blonde boys was looking completely unruffled as he munched through a bag of crisps, a look of cool superiority on his thin face, while the other nervously fidgeted beside him, looking as if he were ready to fly right off the stands at any given moment, only occasionally remembering to adopt the more relaxed stance of his twin.

 

However, crisps or no crisps, there was still one, slightly minor, decidedly negligible thing distracting Gabriel from his cool observation of the game, and that was the unadulterated opportunity that this game presented him to watch @Honorine Nott as much as he pleased.

 

Gabriel didn’t want to.  He had already worked through his frustrations as having wasted his time on a girl only for her to throw it back in his face, brutally wounding his pride and ego in the process, the moment they returned to school.  He blamed Hogwarts, of course.  The school and the people within it had changed her, tempting her away the values they’d both grown up with, and he had thought so ever since he first saw her return home for Christmas her first year.  He’d be damned if he allowed the same to happen to Zachary too.  Still, for those sweet two months away from it all that summer, he thought he had seen a different side of Honorine.  One he could stand.  One he actually liked.

 

Alas.

 

He hated the way his eyes still pulled towards her, his resentment towards her creeping up all over again every time he caught himself looking her way.  She always looked different flying than she did on the ground, a mix of tenacity and liberation in her expression that now reminded him too much of the way she would look at him after snogging in the summer.  He hated that.  He hated that it bothered him.  He hated that she was the cause of it.  He hated her.

 

Maybe some things were right in the world again after all.

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