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Week Name/Date/Time: ‘The Mistletoe Mishap’ / Sunday, December 18th / 1:00 PM.
Location: Grounds
Open to: Tal
Currently Involving: Troy
Lovely weather, really. No snow or ice or anything. Just a bit of a chill and a nice breeze, really. It made his tracky bottoms look even better as he sprinted about the grounds, kicking a football about. His first Sunday of Chrimbo Hols and Troy was preparing for a lovely few weeks! What better way than to bust out his track suit and trainers? He looked AWFULLY good in them, he thought.
Some of those more magic types would frown at him, wondering why he was kicking a spotted ball about the place, exhibiting such fancy footwork. And whenever he went on his weekly footballer spree, they usually did this. Especially the Slytherins, muttering under their breath something about "muggles." Troy would wave and smile at them, asking if they wanted to join them. If they didn't, then they were probably jealous. Or didn't want their arses whooped up and down the pitch. Because, of course, he would. He used to play football when he was a lad, along with. . .cricket. And rugby. And a number of other sports. Now he played Quidditch, but football always kept his eye and coordination keen.
Besides. Didn't girls like footballers? How could they NOT? Especially with his navy blue jacket and pants. They did make him look so sporty. Ah, football. Best sport in the world. The muggle world, that is, of course. He grinned as he did a bit of a shuffle, kicking the ball up in the air, balancing it on his head, and then making a goal between a tree and a bench. "SCOOOOORE, ROONEY! GGGGOOOOAAAALLLLL!" he called out, practicing his best Victory slide on the grass, getting a jogging start and sliding a bit on his knees, arms out in triumph, imagining the millions of World Cup fans in their British colours and flags, calling out and singing "God Save The Queen" in unison. Gave him chills, it did.