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[steph]

gabriel dasoni emerged from the room of requirement quite early in the morning. he didnt sleep the previous night, once more. it seemed to be the trend more and more often that he would miss out on sleep. the night terrors simply kept him awake and made him not want to sleep at all, then when he finally settled down to try to sleep, he couldnt. he didnt mind too much though, since he got to work more. the only time he started to not like it was when he would begin to nod off at times. then it was just embarassing, of course, but he found time during the day to take small cat naps, so he was relatively fine. the night terrors didnt seem to come then, and that was great for him. hed wake up with a jolt in the middle of the night, screaming and covered in a cold sweat to his room mates staring at him, so he just began to sleep elsewhere. they were simply horrid.

at any rate, it was quite early in the morning and he made his way down to the kitchens to grab a bit of a morning snack form the house elves since it was far too early for breakfast. they knew him by name there and a few of them had grown fond of him, so he knew how to get an apple and be on his way. they didnt care much anyway, most of the time as long as you didnt wake them up. so after grabbing his apple, he went back up to the common room and snuck in, chewing on it quietly as he grabbed his materials for quidditch. it was always good to get some practice in early in the morning when the field wasnt occupied. even though it was raining, he didnt much care. he loved the rain and he loved the early morning just when the sun came up and it was cool outside. it was the perfect time for him, he just had to sneak out without getting caught by any of the heads or prefects, which he was becoming pro at rather quickly.

he walked out onto the field, the rain already drenching him and consuming him, and he took in a slow breath. there was nothing like the smell of the field at this time in the morning. there was something.. other worldly about it. he loved this place so much, and he was so proud of his status, and more so, his team. they were the best team in all of hogwarts history as far as he was concerned, and no one could argue the point. that was pretty much his family, and he still felt like he had catching up to do to be as good as them, though logically they were all pretty evenly matched. again though, i wouldnt tell him that one. it was what kept all of them on their toes. they all always tried to be better for the greater good of the team, playfully trying to one up each other. he loved it.

gabe mounted his broom and took off into the sky, flying around as the rain lightly pelted his skin. he hadnt a care in the world right now, and instead he just freed his mind with his flying. he closed his eyes and let the wind take him, his robes fancing in the wind as he smiled softly to himself and took it all in. little did he know, someone was walking up right then to inturrupt his serene flying time.

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Ella had woken up early. In fact, there was rarely a day that she woke up late. Either nightmares (which were basically memories of her father's abuse) kept her up, or she was to focused on early morning quiddith practice. The thing was, she wasn't sure if she wanted to finish her seventh year at Hogwarts. There were some teams that would let her try out so long as she was of age, which she now was since she turned seventeen in December, and then add her as an alternate. And then they'd take her out of school to play Quidditch if a chaser or someone got injured. But it was very unlikely that it would happen, considering she hadn't even been made Quidditch Captain this year! Ella thought she deserved it more than Adrian Nott, but apparently he had seniority or males were better than females or something. There was no way in hell that she would ever admit that he might be a bit better than her at Quidditch, because she was positive he wasn't.

The Slytherin had taken a slight shower so she wouldn't fall asleep while she was flying, before changing. This time, she wore pants over her shorts and a light sweater, in case it was raining. It was always tough to figure out the weather when your common rom was in the dungeons and therefore had very limited windows that showed the actual weather outside. Besides, Ella was always too lazy to go check anyhow.

She started eating remnants of a strawberry cheesecake that she had made a few nights ago. Sure, cheesecake wasn't the most healthiest thing, but at least it had strawberries... right? Whatever. Ella would live, she couldn't be bothered to go to the kitchens. She was already running late... nobody was crazy enough to go out to the quidditch pitch early in the morning, but if she waited long enough, she was convinced someone would get there and claim it before her.

The corridors were virtually empty and lacking sign of life. The silence somewhat creeped her out, because all she could hear were her own footsteps, but it just encouraged her to get outside faster. Once she got outside, Ella realized that she had made a smart move. It was, most definitely raining. It was a good thing she had her Quidditch goggles with her along with her broom and mini tennis balls.

Her entire body was drenched within moments. Her hair was sticking to her face, just as her clothes were sticking to her body. Ella had a feeling it was not going to be a good day, and she realized she was right when she noticed someone else at the pitch. Her stunning blue eyes squinted as she tried to figure out who it was while fixing her hair. If she wasn't mistaken, it was Gabriel Dasoni. He was one of her major Quidditch rivals, considering he was a chaser on the Gryffindor team and she was a chaser on the Slytherin team. Oh, and he had gotten Quidditch Captain and she had not. That just made everything even more tense between the two of them, especially when they were pretty much complete opposites as well. He was wicked hot though, Ella could give him that much.

"You're going to be sharing the pitch today." Ella called out to him, not willing to leave now that she was already out here and drenched. Besides, the Quidditch Pitch was huge and could fit more than one person, for obvious reasons. Perhaps she could even get him to practice with her... it would help her out in the long run, and maybe she'd be able to prove how much better she was at Quidditch than he was.

She pulled out her wand and enlarged the mini tennis balls to the size and weight of a regular quaffle, waiting to see what Gabriel would say before she even bothered to mount her broom.

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words: 660.
outfit: click.
lyrics: what goes around comes around by justin timberlake.
notes: i assumed their relationship, you can correct me if i'm wrong.

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[steph]

he was shaken from his flying time when ella approached the pitch. he closed his eyes some and pursed his lips, looking down to her as she spoke. now, to say that he wasnt happy to see her would be fairly wrong. you see, gabe has always been a very social person for most of his life, and even if him and a particular person didnt really get along, he would sitll welcome their company. he liked to toy with people, you see. it was rather amusing to him to see them get all annoyed and ruffed up over nothing at all, and who could blame him? he was mischevious and cunning for a reason and if he was unable to use either of those assets, what was the use? he wouldnt ruffle her up too much though. he would save that for the next gabe when slytherin faced off against gryffindor. another thing about gabe- he loved to teach people. it was part of what made him such a great captian. there was always things you could work and learn off of each other, so by playing with other chasers and teaching them his own tricks, he would learn about what theyre flying and stragety was like. besides, what kind of person would want to win sheerly because they knew more then their opponent? the win would be much more satisfying if you both had the same amount of knowledge and knew the same skills, but worked them differently in order to achieve victoy. that was when you would know who the true best player was.

he took a dive with his broom and landed next to her with ease, dismounting his broom and smirking down at her. to say he thought she wasnt good looking would be a complete lie. the girl was hot, to be quite honest and he had to give her that much. she had a killer body that could send pretty much any guy mad unless he had great will power or he was gay. her eyes were dazzling, and her lips were almost teasing in a sense to make you want to kiss them all night. she was a slytherin, but that definitely wasnt anything that stopped him in the past. her blonde hair was bright and soft looking, and hed have to say she was definitely in the upper percentage of good looking girls at hogwarts. they were supposed to be rivals thought, right? who ever said rivals couldnt be bedmates? she even looked good when wet, but then again, all girls were wet for gabe.

"oh, you think that's so?" he asked ella as he looked down at her, a charming crooked smirk on his face. "well i do believe i had it first, and not only that, but im a quidditch captian, so i do have presidence over you." he said in a mock smug tone; he was awefully good at that. he wouldnt leave her hanging too long though. as was said before, gabe just loved to mess with people. he acted as if he was going to mount his broom before he turned around letting out a slight laugh. "only kidding love. plenty of space. just dont tell the rest of my team i was sharing the field with the enemy. that could pose a problem for the both of us." he said with a wink before mounting his broom and hoovering slightly.

gabe took a good look at the tennis balls she was using and shook his head. "you know, youre never going to get any better unless you use the real thing. the sizes may be the same, but the textures are quite different." he explained before stroking his chin some. "should practice with the real thing." he added before he flicked his hand towards the quidditch chest ont he field and the quaffles came flying over, him catching them easily, not being too open about his wandless magic, though most people knew from his pranks. "here." he said passing one off to her as he tossed his up and down, getting the feel for it a moment.

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Ella wasn't sure what she expected from Gabriel, the great prankster. She figured he'd either agree and try to do something to humiliate her simply because she was a Slytherin and he assumed she was a complete elitist bitch like the others in her house, or maybe he'd just refuse for the very same reason. Out of all of the houses, the people in Gryffindor had more of a tendency to be less accepting of Slytherins. If Ella wasn't always going off by herself and doing what she wanted to do, she'd be immediately labelled as a blood traitor and shunned. Why? Because she didn't bother to keep her tolerance a secret. People simply didn't know about it because she preferred not to be social, and besides... she had friends like Alecto Carrow, who didn't even mind that tolerance. Lecto probably didn't really understand why Ella was like that, but the blonde knew that if it had been Lecto who had a Death Eater father that dared to lay his hands on her, she'd be the same way.

Ella looked up and rubbed her eyes a few time, in an attempt to figure out where the Gryffindor was while keeping her eyes dry. Instead of just hovering over her on his broom to show off his superiority, he actually dismounted his broom and stood on the wet grass. Mud puddles were beginning to appear, and she could only hope that he wouldn't try to push her in one of them. The Slytherin knew she seemed like a pushover to most people, considering the fact that she always ended up in some random Slytherin guy's bed who had taken advantage of her after Alecto dragged her to some party and forced her to drink that vile liquid called Firewhiskey. Ella couldn't stand the smell of it, so she was either completely avoiding it, or completely wasted. Never in-between. But that didn't make her a pushover or naive; it just made her human.

Ella's blue gaze ran up and down his body a few times, in both a checking out kind of way and a casual sort of way. He could take it as whatever he wanted, but it's not like he would be getting anything from her. Gabriel was pretty skinny and tall, or at least taller than her. She would bet everything she owned that she had more muscles than him, because she had the scary kind of girl muscles. Not many people knew that though, because she didn't go around flexing her arms, and barely anybody had seen her abs.

"Oh, you think that's so?" he said in response to her mentioning that he had to share the field. "Well i do believe i had it first, and not only that, but im a quidditch captian, so i do have presidence over you." Ella's eyes widened, not because of the situation with the Quidditch field, but because he dared to bring up the captain thing. She didn't need his approval for anything, so she was going to practice there whether he liked it or not. It's just that captain thing that stung. "Uh, I don't need your approval to play here." she retorted, narrowing his eyes as he moved to mount his broom... but then he didn't. He just laughed a bit and said he was kidding.

"Only kidding love. Plenty of space. Just dont tell the rest of my team i was sharing the field with the enemy. That could pose a problem for the both of us." Yeah, like Ella cared if she got bitched at by Adrian for being on the Quidditch Pitch at the same time as Gabriel. Adrian couldn't afford to lose her as a chaser, considering the strength of the other teams. Besides, it's not like she was doing anything wrong. "I honestly don't care what my team thinks, so you're the only one that might have a problem." she said bluntly, shrugging. The blonde then put her wand away into a magical pocket that she had in her sweatpants, which could hold the things that were pretty long. Her wand was twelve and a half inches, and that was very long compared to her height and other peoples' wands.

Three of the four enlarged tennis balls were on the ground, slowly being devoured by the mud, while the fourth was in her hand. Why didn't she use Quaffles? Well, she didn't have one of her own, and it was far too risky and time-consuming to steal or borrow from the school, because it was usually being borrowed or stolen by someone else. Ella knew that trying to transfigure something into a Quaffle was more effort than it was worth, and her brother wasn't getting her one. They did have the inheritance that they were receiving due to her father being in Azkaban for life, but her brother Benjamin was in control of that. And he didn't buy her fancy Quidditch equipment, because she didn't need one when she could practice with the school's equipment and use replacements. The tennis balls worked perfectly fine, especially since she had gotten the Quidditch referee to help her put all these spells on it that would make it seem almost exactly like a Quaffle... and the light green color helped her distinguish it from peoples' Quaffles and Quaffle replacements better.

"You know, youre never going to get any better unless you use the real thing. The sizes may be the same, but the textures are quite different." The blonde couldn't help rolling her eyes, though she knew he was right. The texture, however, could easily be fixed with a few simple spells. "And unfortunately, you aren't going to get any better no matter what you do." Ella muttered under her breath, not even sure if he had heard her comment or not. She was just a bit annoyed that he was pointing that out when she would have obviously figured that out after years of playing, but she knew he was right. And that was what annoyed her.

"Should practice with the real thing," Gabriel said as if he was better than her, before making a ton of Quaffles come over to the two of them. "Here." Ella caught the Quaffle as she mounted her broom and rose up into the air, perhaps a few inches higher than where Gabriel was hovering. "Where'd you get all of these?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow.

tag: gabriel.
words: 1075.
outfit: click.
lyrics: what goes around comes around by justin timberlake.
notes: sorry it took a loooooooooong time.

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[steph]

most people honestly would have been bothered by the fact that she was being a miss sour puss, but what more would you expect from a slytherin? they were slytherins for a reason and most of them had sour attitudes towards him in general. not only was he a pain in the ass, he was more cunning then most slytherins, he was a muggle blood, and he didnt give a damn about staying away from them. most of the gryffindors made it a point to just avoid the house all together, but not gabe. you see, gabe liked people far too much for his own good. he didnt just like them in a friendly sort of way, he liked them because they were interesting. they made him think. being a famous prankster in the castle also meant he had to know a person psychologically. he was pretty good at assuming their moves and what not, so it made him prime in this. however, he wasnt good in learning when to stop making jokes and poking fun at subjects. that was something that seemed to get him in trouble often, but he didnt really care. he liked getting in trouble because it just got him more recognition. he was like one of those terrible muggle kids that craved attention and whether it was good or bad, it didnt matter. they just wanted to be recognized. that was gabe. he made it a point that he would be remembered in hogwarts history for years to come, and he didnt take it too lightly. he wanted to become a legand in his own right, and when gabriel dasoni was bound and determined to do something, he would, you could be rest assured on that one. so, as was mentioned before,, he hardly minded that she was being a sour puss.

when she made it a point to tell him she didnt care about her team, he simply nodded and shrugged a little. the fact that she didnt care about her team or what they thought would always be a bit of an odd thought to him, for he cared for his team far too much. he cared what they thought about the things he did and he cared that their opinions mattered. he often wondered what it would be like to not care about people in general, or their attention, but he could never bring himself to be one of those people. in fact, he even cared about what his enemies thought of him. it wasnt the fact that he cared they didnt like him, but more so he cared about the fact he didnt know why. he had to know why and how in order to make himself remembered, remember, good or bad, it didnt matter as long as he was remembered. in any event, he did care what his team thought, so he spoke up. "you dont care what your team thinks?" he repeated before furrowing his brows lightly. "then why exactly are you on a team? you need to be in tune with your team in order to play quidditch and if theres turbulance on the field- well then youre bound to not have a good game." he explained, only after speaking realizing that he sounded kind of condecending. "its your team i guess." he added with a shrug, pushing the wet hair from his face. "id just keep that in mind though, because im sure you love wining just as much as the next person." gabe finished with a small, charming smirk.

although he was just giving her some friendly advice, she came back rather quickly with a snarky remark that made him chuckle. "im probably not going to get any better, youre right." he laughed some, agreeing completely. he loved quidditch, there was no doubt, but no matter how good he was, he knew there was always going to be someone that could do it better then him and that was quite alright in his eyes. he wasnt looking to be a professional quidditch player, thought he would have liked that very much on the side from his pranking business. instead, he focused more on that then quidditch and used his natural brilliance in plan making to get him by on the field. really, it was more mental then physical, quidditch. it revolved much around being in the right place at the right time and using your equipment to the best of your abilities, no matter if you had something expensive, or non. it was part of the game, really. "but you, obviously could. ive seen what you can do. its my job to study the competition, and although youre about the best chaser on the field in hogwarts, you have a lot to learn. then again- so do i. just saying- you could go places, not that a mindful and egotistical slytherin such as yourself wouldnt already know that, though." he mused, poking fun at her playfully with the last bit. it wouldnt hurt to tell her she was good, he knew that much. she knew she was good too, most quidditch players were told how good they were after every game, but it was always nice for him to hear it from a captian that wasnt his own, or a team that wasnt his own. he knew she had more potential then just some school games- she was one of the rare ones that could make it in a professional field. "you know, if you dropped the snarky attitude and just took the advice you were given from others, youd improve a great amount in no time, even if you dont like the person giving the advice." he explained with a slight shrug.

he caught up to her easily on his brrom since she was pretty much sitting there statically. "all of these? theyre just two quaffles." he laughed and shrugged, shoulder bumping her lightly, a smirk on his face. "and you dont have to worry about it." he added with a smirk and drew back from her, chucking the quaffle left handed with a barrel roll into the highest post. he signaled for it to come back with his hand and caught it easily, looking to her, a smirk on his face. "your go." he said to her, nodding towards the goal post, expecting her, halfly, to ignore him and go off on her own. what sort of quidditch player liked to practice alone though? it was always fun with more then one person, even if the second person despised you and wished that you fell off your broom and landed on your head. "fancy a scrimmage?" he asked, kinda hopeful. he could use the practice, and so could she. beside, the rain was starting to let up, and it would be decent weather soon enough, he hoped. "ill play keeper and you can try to score." he said with a smirk, a bit of an innuendo coming from his lips.

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Ella knew that she and Gabriel were complete opposites. First of all, he was a muggle-born and she was a pureblood. Honestly, she couldn't care less about his blood, the only reason she knew about it was because she had heard people refer to him as a mudblood. The only problem Ella had was with muggles. Her mother had ran off with one, her father had become upset over that, and she had gotten hurt when her father had been upset. So she pretty much blamed the muggles more than she blamed her own parents, but that didn't mean she had a grudge against muggle-borns. Actually, she did have a few muggle-born friends... they just had to deal with her bad-mouthing muggles from time to time, or she just had to avoid bitching about muggles around them. Ella was truly a mess of contradictions.

"You dont care what your team thinks? Then why exactly are you on a team? You need to be in tune with your team in order to play quidditch and if theres turbulance on the field- well then youre bound to not have a good game." Ella couldn't help rolling her eyes at that. She didn't not need to be lectured, especially by him. She was older than him, first of all, and second of all, he was no one that had a right to lecture her. To be honest, she didn't have much respect for authority, because she was going through her teenage years with an absence of parental authority. It was only her brother, and he could only control her so much. Besides, Gabriel wasn't even talking about anything important. What did it matter if Ella was talking to a Gryffindor or the chaser on another team?

"Because my Quidditch-playing doesn't depend upon what other people think of me? I don't need everyone to love me to play the way I do. I could be on the same team as like.. you and still play as well as I do. I'm sorry it's not the same way for you." Ella responded, knowing very well that Gabriel was a social guy. He probably depended upon all the attention he got from his pranks and would probably die and get all depressed if he didn't get attention. She, on the other hand, had gotten far too used to people not paying attention to not even care anymore. Yes, like everyone else, the blonde loved whatever attention she got, but she didn't go around trying to get attention. If someone truly wanted to pay attention to her, they'd come to her.

"Its your team I guess. I'd just keep that in mind though, because I'm sure you love winning just as much as the next person." Technically it wasn't her team. It was Adrian's team. And Gabriel was probably just rubbing it in. She wasn't going to say anything about it, though, because then he'd keep mentioning it to annoy her. "Im probably not going to get any better, youre right." Ella simply nodded at that. She wasn't going to go further to keep insulting him, especially if he wasn't even going to have a bad reaction to what she had originally said.

"But you, obviously could. I've seen what you can do. Its my job to study the competition, and although youre about the best chaser on the field in hogwarts, you have a lot to learn. Then again- so do I. Just saying- you could go places, not that a mindful and egotistical slytherin such as yourself wouldnt already know that, though." Ella stiffened slightly as the rain continued to fall down, but a little less violently. She was going to take that as an insult... complimenting her usually had the opposite effect. Besides, just the way that he said it made it seem like he was being sarcastic. "Stop lecturing me, and stop trying to make fun of me." she muttered, rolling her eyes yet again. It was not that she didn't believe she was a good quidditch player, it was the fact that she couldn't believe that he had just finished saying he wasn't good enough and then went on to say that she was. Complimenting her, of all people, just seemed like a foreign concept to her... but there were always those occasions where people could slip some compliments in without her questioning them, when her guard was down.

"You know, if you dropped the snarky attitude and just took the advice you were given from others, youd improve a great amount in no time, even if you dont like the person giving the advice." Ella just kind of stared at him this time. "The snarky attitude keeps people away. As for the advice, I do consider it if it's actually good advice." she said quite honestly, but more quietly than her other semi-bitchy comments. Her hand went to fix her hair subconsciously before pulling her goggles over her head so she could pull them down over her eyes if she needed. And then, of course, she was up in the air.

"All of these? Theyre just two quaffles. And you dont have to worry about it." Ella normally would have been uncomfortable with the whole shoulder bumping thing, but they were in the air. She didn't trust anybody when it came to her body, except when she was playing Quidditch. There was a ton of roughness and physical contact when fighting for the Quaffle in the air, but that was just part of the game. Any other kind of physical contact pretty much made her either freak out or back away, depending on what kind of physical contact it was. Now if it was someone she trusted that was touching her, like Caradoc, then Ella wouldn't be as uptight about it, but it's not like Caradoc was the one that was trying to touch her. It was the disgusting manwhores that wanted in her pants, regardless of how cold and bitchy she tried to act. It was only when she was completely wasted, which wasn't often, that people could get away with anything when it came to her.

"Your go," he said, after throwing the Quaffle into the highest hoop a bit gently, in her mind. Ella took a more violent path by right-handedly throwing it with full power, the spin she had on the ball making it fall through the left hoop similar to the way that a basketball would fall through a hoop in muggle basketball. "Fancy a scrimmage?" She nodded. She was not going to pass up an opportunity to play Quidditch with a person, because people rarely actually wanted to play with her after realizing how intense she was. "I'll play keeper and you can try to score."

"Try and succeed at. Then, when you get tired of not being able to block my shots, we can switch so you can attempt to score but fail miserably." Ella said, a smirk forming on her lips as she said so. She knew that he'd be able to score on her a few times, because he was actually a good Quidditch player and her main position wasn't keeper, but there was nothing wrong with making fun of him if he was going to make fun of her, right?

tag: gabriel.
words: 1216.
outfit: click.
lyrics: what goes around comes around by justin timberlake.
notes: this isn't as good as the first one, but whatever. i'm still mourning the death of that post x3

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