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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Settling Down' / Thursday, 24th November 2005 / 5 p.m.
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open to: Anyone!!
Currently involving: Ellie
Ellie stood at the entrance to the broomshed just outside the Quidditch pitch, staring inside. Staring quite... disgustedly.
Who in the bloody hell had organized this thing!? Her nose wrinkled as she looked about, taking note of the cobwebs and wishy washy arranging of the brooms. And there were.. Quaffles.. just.. lying there.
Like they were dead. Uncared for. UNLOVED!
Ellie gasped, then barrelled inside and tenderly picked up the forgotten sporting equipment. "Tis okay!" she cooed, petting the dust off of the red, silly-shaped ball. "Mumma's got you, darling." She sighed, then tucked it under her arm as she turned around to continue surveying the damage.
So. Dusting, obviously. Rearranging the brooms, perhaps installing some sort of rack system to hang them from. The poor bristles were bent this way and that! They'd also need a few sacks made of netting to hold onto the spare Quaffles, and perhaps a few new storage boxes for the other equipment. From the sounds of it, those Bludgers were wreaking havoc on the wooden cases.
Full of notes and ready to move forward with the rennovations, she moved to step outside and check out the exterior -- perhaps a coat of royal navy blue paint would be in order. Muahahaha!
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open to: Anyone!!
Currently involving: Ellie
Ellie stood at the entrance to the broomshed just outside the Quidditch pitch, staring inside. Staring quite... disgustedly.
Who in the bloody hell had organized this thing!? Her nose wrinkled as she looked about, taking note of the cobwebs and wishy washy arranging of the brooms. And there were.. Quaffles.. just.. lying there.
Like they were dead. Uncared for. UNLOVED!
Ellie gasped, then barrelled inside and tenderly picked up the forgotten sporting equipment. "Tis okay!" she cooed, petting the dust off of the red, silly-shaped ball. "Mumma's got you, darling." She sighed, then tucked it under her arm as she turned around to continue surveying the damage.
So. Dusting, obviously. Rearranging the brooms, perhaps installing some sort of rack system to hang them from. The poor bristles were bent this way and that! They'd also need a few sacks made of netting to hold onto the spare Quaffles, and perhaps a few new storage boxes for the other equipment. From the sounds of it, those Bludgers were wreaking havoc on the wooden cases.
Full of notes and ready to move forward with the rennovations, she moved to step outside and check out the exterior -- perhaps a coat of royal navy blue paint would be in order. Muahahaha!