Maybe lunch will be better .o.p.e.n.

[adrian]

It was Sunday and Adrian was making his way towards the castle. Quidditch practice had been over for about twenty minutes now, but he hadn't changed out of his uniform yet. It had been raining the whole time they had been practicing, so he was pretty much covered in mud and dirt, but Adrian didn't care. His team had just had its worst practice so far. Everything seemed to have gone wrong, and that had taken everyone's spirit away. His team was lacking motivation, and Adrian was worried. They had all left as soon as they could without talking to each other at all, but Adrian had stayed behind.

What was he supposed to do with a team that didn't even want to be there? He hoped it was just a one time thing, or that maybe he had been wrong. Maybe they all just had other things on their minds. Well, that still wasn't an excuse, but at least it meant that he wasn't doing anything wrong. Suddenly, he stopped walking. He knew what the problem was; there were too many girls on his team! Maybe he should go talk to Slughorn about that, see if he could have another try-out. No, that was ridiculous. The same people would try out as before, and, after all, he had picked those girls for a reason. Still frustrated, Adrian began walking again.

He loved Quidditch. It was the only fun part of going to this school. But he wasn't planning on continuing with it after Hogwarts. There was no time for dreams like that. His father had always allowed Quidditch to be part of his son's life as a hobby, but Adrian knew that if he even thought about mentioning it as a possible career, Chandler Nott would make sure he was off the school's team the same day. And if he decided to pursue that dream on his own after he graduated, his father would be able to pull enough strings to make that impossible. Adrian wasn't a dreamer. He was a realist.

Entering the castle, he remembered that it was lunch time and decided to head for the Great Hall. His mind was now focusing on new tactics for his players, so he didn't even notice that several people were staring at his muddy clothes. Adrian found an empty spot at the Slytherin table. He had made sure not to make eye contact with anyone on the way there, so that nobody would say hi to him or anything like that. He was starving, so he quickly grabbed one of the sandwiches right in front of him and began eating. At least it was Sunday and he didn't have classes to worry about.

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I SAID HE'S SO SWEET

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This had been the worst day ever. Ella had ended up staying far later than she had needed to yesterday night with her own Quidditch practice, and had ended up waking up pretty late. Then she had to get her Quidditch uniform and all that random shit before running outside. Unfortunately, it had been quite a rainy day. She had thankfully been prepared with goggles, but not motivation. The blonde was way too sore from last night. Nobody else had seemed to be in a good mood either, not even Adrian. Ella had been so tired that she hadn't even bitched at the captain!

Instead of staying for a few minutes after practice to throw some balls around, she had decided on walking by the lake. Nobody was outside except the Slytherin Quidditch team, and a few crazy individuals such as herself, so the lake would be abandoned and therefore open for her to think about random stuff. Her Quidditch robes were covered with mud by the time she reached the lake, so the only probable thing for someone like her to do was jump in and wash them off. Not the normal thing that most wizards and witches did with their fancy wands. Sometimes, the dumb blonde thing truly did apply to Ella.

She emerged from the cool water and hopped out just as soon as she jumped in, because Ella had enough common sense to realize that swimming in the winter was most definitely not a good idea, even if the snow had not absolutely and completely fallen to the point where it would not melt yet. She shivered and pulled out her wand, drying her now clean Quidditch robes with a spell and running back inside. Her shoes were now extremely muddy, which caused her to fall a few times and cause mud to blotch her long, delicate, blond strands of hair.

Once Ella wandered inside, her stomach started growling. It was then that she remembered that it was lunchtime, so she quickly scuttled off to the Great Hall after placing her broom where it needed to be. Her blue eyes scanned the large room once she arrived, looking for an open seat or some of her so-called friends. She could not see anyone at first, but then she spotted a guy. Not just any guy. Adrian fucking Nott. Her Quidditch Captain who she had seen only moments before, and the guy who had ditched her at the Halloween party without a single goodbye. If he had even bothered to state that he wasn't coming back, instead of telling her to wait there, then maybe she wouldn't have been pissed.

Ella had decided earlier on to move on and not do anything about it, to get Adrian off his guard and make sure Quidditch was not affected in any way. But today had been a pretty crappy day, and seeing Adrian was just making it even crappier. So maybe she was going to get her revenge now, in public, while he was least expecting it. And there was no way he was going to throw her off the team. She was the best fucking chaser he had. No one was more determined to become a professional than her, which meant that Adrian was not going to even dare to lose her. Besides, if he even had any morals or chivalry or whatever the fuck that was called left, he'd agree that he deserved it.

Without another thought, Ella sauntered over to the male. "Hellooooo, Addy-rian." she said teasingly as she came up behind him and placed her tiny hands on his broad shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled as she noticed he was eating a sandwich. Before he could finish it, she took it out of his mouth and emptied its contents on top of his head. As if that wasn't enough, she pulled her wand out and pointed it at her own head. Water came out, onto her muddy blonde hair specifically, which she happened to keep over Adrian's head so the dirty water would fall directly on top of his head.

"Oops, let me clean that up for you." Ella said with false sweetness in her voice, pointing her wand at his head so icy cold clean water fell on top of his head. She only held it there long enough for the dirty water to fall to the floor (thus meaning not that long- getting him sick probably wasn't the way to go), before placing her wand back where it came from. She then slapped him. "That's for ditching me."

"And this is for the guy I ended up in bed with." the blonde added, slapping him once more. Her slaps were somewhat hard, considering her chaser muscles, but she wasn't going at it full-force so it would only sting for a few moments. "And now we're even, Addy-dear." Ella said with a seductive smirk on her face, before leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. She then sat down next to him, flipping off everyone who was watching (which was actually a lot). "Show's over, everyone."

Hopefully that embarrassed Adrian enough.

tag: adrian and peter's poppin' popcorn lip gloss.
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credit: maggiewillrhiahubbywife of rpgc (:
notes: adrian should feel honored, ella doesn't do this often. XD oh, and it is possible that she missed when trying to dump water, the sandwich, slap, and all that stuff; i don't wanna gmode.