RP: Sunday in Hawthorne Park
Date: 23 June 1999
Characters: Reed 'RB' Bradley, Charlotte Bradley [NPC], Michael Corner, Anyone Else?
Location: Hawthorne Park in Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: Reed is teaching his little sister about brooms.
Completion: Complete
"Aw, come onnnnnn! You know she'll never find out. It's not like Mum can just magically appear out thin air like you can." Nine year old Charlotte Bradley alternately whinged and cajoled her brother.
"I don't think so, twerp. Mum always knows, magic or not. Beside that, I already told you accidental magic like finding Dad's missing car keys or summoning sh... stuff in your sleep isn't the same as me showing you or letting you do it on purpose. You want to ride alone, you ride on that." Reed had borrowed a toy broomstick from his mate Basil whose younger sibs were all Hogwarts age and too big for it so his little sister could practice. He should have known she'd be pumping him to let her fly his broom instead.
"If I'm gonna be the Seeker for the Harpies, I need to start praaaacticingggggg! Come on, RB! Don't you waaaant me to succeed?" When she tried batting her eyelashes on top of it Reed broke out in laughter, which got him a huffy face from her in turn.
"Car, if you want to fly fast and high, you go with me. That's just the way it is," Reed had no desire to wind up back in Azkaban or in hot water with their mum. "How did you learn about the Harpies anyway?"
"Your Quidditch Through the Ages and The Daily Prophets that Mrs. Weasley sends Mum. The sports section is wicked! The pictures are like the evening news but more fun than watching Chelsea. Broomsticks are brilliant. Even better than horses."
"Better than horses? Don't let Gran and Granddad hear you say that. I think they were counting on you to take over for them someday." He hadn't considered that his sister would follow him into the magical world. His father's family had been raising horses since forever.
"Oh, I know that. Granddad said I wasn't to tell, but it'll be okay to talk about it if you already know. I can be with the Harpies and raise horses, you know. I'm multi-talented like that. I don't know why you don't want to go into Quidditch. Although I suppose being around dragons would be wicked too," Charlotte conceded.
"Now, do you want to go up again with me or check out the rest of the park and see if you can't make a few friends." He had no doubt she would. Charlotte Bradley was even more outgoing than her oldest brother.
"Let's explore!" She said thrusting the toy broomstick at Reed to dash off toward some kids around her age.
Characters: Reed 'RB' Bradley, Charlotte Bradley [NPC], Michael Corner, Anyone Else?
Location: Hawthorne Park in Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: Reed is teaching his little sister about brooms.
Completion: Complete
"Aw, come onnnnnn! You know she'll never find out. It's not like Mum can just magically appear out thin air like you can." Nine year old Charlotte Bradley alternately whinged and cajoled her brother.
"I don't think so, twerp. Mum always knows, magic or not. Beside that, I already told you accidental magic like finding Dad's missing car keys or summoning sh... stuff in your sleep isn't the same as me showing you or letting you do it on purpose. You want to ride alone, you ride on that." Reed had borrowed a toy broomstick from his mate Basil whose younger sibs were all Hogwarts age and too big for it so his little sister could practice. He should have known she'd be pumping him to let her fly his broom instead.
"If I'm gonna be the Seeker for the Harpies, I need to start praaaacticingggggg! Come on, RB! Don't you waaaant me to succeed?" When she tried batting her eyelashes on top of it Reed broke out in laughter, which got him a huffy face from her in turn.
"Car, if you want to fly fast and high, you go with me. That's just the way it is," Reed had no desire to wind up back in Azkaban or in hot water with their mum. "How did you learn about the Harpies anyway?"
"Your Quidditch Through the Ages and The Daily Prophets that Mrs. Weasley sends Mum. The sports section is wicked! The pictures are like the evening news but more fun than watching Chelsea. Broomsticks are brilliant. Even better than horses."
"Better than horses? Don't let Gran and Granddad hear you say that. I think they were counting on you to take over for them someday." He hadn't considered that his sister would follow him into the magical world. His father's family had been raising horses since forever.
"Oh, I know that. Granddad said I wasn't to tell, but it'll be okay to talk about it if you already know. I can be with the Harpies and raise horses, you know. I'm multi-talented like that. I don't know why you don't want to go into Quidditch. Although I suppose being around dragons would be wicked too," Charlotte conceded.
"Now, do you want to go up again with me or check out the rest of the park and see if you can't make a few friends." He had no doubt she would. Charlotte Bradley was even more outgoing than her oldest brother.
"Let's explore!" She said thrusting the toy broomstick at Reed to dash off toward some kids around her age.