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Congratulations
Who: Diego Morales & Sylvester Stoker
When: Wednesday, September 14, 2013. After curfew.
Where: Fox Trail
What: Diego toasts his maybe-cousin on making captain.
Warnings: Some swearing. It is Sy.
Status: IN PROGRESS
It was hard to sneak out to Coppertale unnoticed.
There was absolutely no ground cover, and some of the older prefects were a little on the enthusiastic side. This was worth it, though, Diego had reasoned, and luck seemed to be on his side when he heard the heavy steps of someone too angry to be anyone but Sy. Diego was standing knee deep in flowers (so many bees, oh my god), with his arms folded on a lower bar of the railings that wrapped the raised decks surrounding the cabins. In preparation for being found, he looked up with what he imagined was an amusingly casual expression.
“Hey there, captain,” Diego said, and hoped that the figure rounding the corner really was Sy. Otherwise this was going to be awkward to explain.
Thudding boot-steps halted at the edge of the walkway as Sylvester Stoker looked over the railing, eyebrows raised. There was a scuffed and beaten Quaffle in his hands. Sometimes when Sy felt restless, he’d go outside and bounce a ball off the side of his cabin, a habit which drove his roommates nuts until he’d learned a silencing charm to muffle the noise. (When Sy was sufficiently pissed off, he didn’t bother with the charm.)
“Dude,” said Sy. Even in the darkness, it was impossible to mistake Diego’s massive forehead and dorky glasses for anyone else. Although knowing this was Diego didn’t explain why the hell he was here in Coppertale. “One week and you’ve already gotten lost? Thorn’s gonna be so disappointed with you.”
“No, man, I’m here on purpose,” Diego corrected. He hooked his hands on the railing he’d been resting against, and leaned back until his elbows locked and he was balanced on his heels.
Sy’s eyebrows were already raised, but he tried anyway to radiate even more skepticism.
“And no, I’m not looking for a girl and somehow ended up on the wrong side. I came looking for you. Get down here, I want to toast to your new captaincy,” Diego explained in one long breath. “I know you haven’t taken the time out of all your very important yelling to celebrate.”
“Finally someone recognizes how important my yelling is,” Sy muttered, not even caring that Diego was probably being ironic or whatever. He was still new enough to the captain thing that even insincere recognition tickled his ego. One day, he would evolve enough to not need other people’s approval. “Catch!” Without any more warning, Sy chucked his Quaffle at Diego’s head, and grabbed the railing with both hands to vault over.
He hit the grass hard, crushing some wildflowers underneath his boots. “Fuckin’ bees,” said Sy, swatting them away. There was probably a goddamn hive under the walkway. “Hope you had a plan, bro. Ramirez is patrolling tonight.”
“Ah!” Diego said, and then: “Asshole!” as the Quaffle bounced off his skull.
Disturbed by Sy’s landing, a bee flew so close to Diego’s ear that he felt the buzz of its wings. “I bet Cecil would love being a Coppertale,” he mused as he rubbed his head where the Quaffle connected with it. But when Sy mentioned Ramirez was on the prowl, he traded his thoughtful expression for a grimace. “Uh, sure, the plan is we go someplace that’s not anywhere near where he is. C’mon.”
Diego took off into the night, moving more carefully than his maybe-cousin. He purposefully did not pick up the Quaffle.
“Keep your fuckin’ voice down then!” Sy bellowed, and bent down to grab his Quaffle before following after Diego. It was fine, he was pretty sure Rafael had headed onto Coyote Trail for a patrol circuit. Pretty sure. There weren’t a whole lot of hiding places around Coppertale’s campsite, but both of them were brisk hikers and could leave the sight of any prefects within minutes.
Sy moved shoulder-to-shoulder with Diego, or as much as he could when Diego was so much shorter than him. (Shortness had to come from the Morales side. Both of Sy’s parents were tall.) “So… you saw my shitshow of a tryout?”
“Uh, no.” Diego’s voice betrayed that he’d heard about it, though. Most of the tryouts talk had been centered around Levi’s dance number, but Coppertale’s Quidditch tryouts were a close second. Violent Beaters, an impossible Seeker, lots of chaos. It was kind of typical for Coppertale, but Sy was the newly minted captain, so now all that was dumped on his lap.
Diego narrowly avoided asking if Sy was okay, but that would not have gone over well. Diego knew the concern was all over his face, though, especially as he wrestled with the question like it was physically painful to not ask. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, and redirected Sy to a little copse of scrub oak that hinted they were heading towards the edge of the field. If they kept going, they’d hit the sorting cave, but Diego didn’t want to go that far. The squat little bushes were enough to hide them from prefects.
“Was it that bad?” he asked, trying to sound casual. “Coppertale’s always been a wild team. That’s how you guys like it.”
“Hell yeah, we’re the best of the fuckin’ best,” Sy answered, but his heart didn’t sound totally into it. He bounced the Quaffle from hand to hand as he walked, his eyes and attention elsewhere. Maybe back on the Pitch, still replaying everything which had happened. “Shit, I dunno. I thought it’d be obvious, you know? Like some hotshot kid would swoop right in and click perfectly with me and Faye, and I’d know I have the biggest, baddest team Coppertale has ever seen.”
Had it been childish to think it would be so easy? It wasn’t as though Sy hadn’t worked damn hard for what he had. Captain of the Coppertale Quidditch team, last year’s champions. But he’d never doubted that he’d get here. Never. Some people would call that easy.
“But I got some fuckin’ good players, dude! No doubt about that.” Sy forced more swagger into his step. “Oh man, you totally missed seeing Rox murder a freshie.”
Diego laughed as he lowered himself cross-legged into the dirt, hidden from the view of vigilant passersby thanks to copious plant life.
“You sound like a proud dad. I don’t like seeing that shit anyway,” Diego admitted, but Sy already knew, and had given him a long list of adjectives and nicknames over the years for his lack of interest in seeing Bludgers smash limbs. Thinking about the possible injuries made the backs of his legs ache in sympathy. Cheer was a good compromise; he kept up with the sport without being in danger every month.
Diego dug around in his jacket until his fingers found the polished metal of a flask. “So what’s up then? You seem kind of,” he shrugged, “like you aren’t into it. You know that whatever new kid you pick as Chaser will just need some time to find out how you and Faye work.”
Sy flopped down beside Diego, the back of his head hitting the grass as he spread out his limbs. He didn’t have the patience to sit through all that technical talk in Astronomy, but he still loved looking at the stars. Fuckin’ light pollution made that impossible at home.
“I mean, I probably could turn out a kickass freshie Chaser if I, y’know, kicked their ass enough.” Sy blew out a frustrated breath, and ruffled his hair with one hand. “I do have a potential roster drawn up. But it’s stupid as fuck.”
tbc.
When: Wednesday, September 14, 2013. After curfew.
Where: Fox Trail
What: Diego toasts his maybe-cousin on making captain.
Warnings: Some swearing. It is Sy.
Status: IN PROGRESS
It was hard to sneak out to Coppertale unnoticed.
There was absolutely no ground cover, and some of the older prefects were a little on the enthusiastic side. This was worth it, though, Diego had reasoned, and luck seemed to be on his side when he heard the heavy steps of someone too angry to be anyone but Sy. Diego was standing knee deep in flowers (so many bees, oh my god), with his arms folded on a lower bar of the railings that wrapped the raised decks surrounding the cabins. In preparation for being found, he looked up with what he imagined was an amusingly casual expression.
“Hey there, captain,” Diego said, and hoped that the figure rounding the corner really was Sy. Otherwise this was going to be awkward to explain.
Thudding boot-steps halted at the edge of the walkway as Sylvester Stoker looked over the railing, eyebrows raised. There was a scuffed and beaten Quaffle in his hands. Sometimes when Sy felt restless, he’d go outside and bounce a ball off the side of his cabin, a habit which drove his roommates nuts until he’d learned a silencing charm to muffle the noise. (When Sy was sufficiently pissed off, he didn’t bother with the charm.)
“Dude,” said Sy. Even in the darkness, it was impossible to mistake Diego’s massive forehead and dorky glasses for anyone else. Although knowing this was Diego didn’t explain why the hell he was here in Coppertale. “One week and you’ve already gotten lost? Thorn’s gonna be so disappointed with you.”
“No, man, I’m here on purpose,” Diego corrected. He hooked his hands on the railing he’d been resting against, and leaned back until his elbows locked and he was balanced on his heels.
Sy’s eyebrows were already raised, but he tried anyway to radiate even more skepticism.
“And no, I’m not looking for a girl and somehow ended up on the wrong side. I came looking for you. Get down here, I want to toast to your new captaincy,” Diego explained in one long breath. “I know you haven’t taken the time out of all your very important yelling to celebrate.”
“Finally someone recognizes how important my yelling is,” Sy muttered, not even caring that Diego was probably being ironic or whatever. He was still new enough to the captain thing that even insincere recognition tickled his ego. One day, he would evolve enough to not need other people’s approval. “Catch!” Without any more warning, Sy chucked his Quaffle at Diego’s head, and grabbed the railing with both hands to vault over.
He hit the grass hard, crushing some wildflowers underneath his boots. “Fuckin’ bees,” said Sy, swatting them away. There was probably a goddamn hive under the walkway. “Hope you had a plan, bro. Ramirez is patrolling tonight.”
“Ah!” Diego said, and then: “Asshole!” as the Quaffle bounced off his skull.
Disturbed by Sy’s landing, a bee flew so close to Diego’s ear that he felt the buzz of its wings. “I bet Cecil would love being a Coppertale,” he mused as he rubbed his head where the Quaffle connected with it. But when Sy mentioned Ramirez was on the prowl, he traded his thoughtful expression for a grimace. “Uh, sure, the plan is we go someplace that’s not anywhere near where he is. C’mon.”
Diego took off into the night, moving more carefully than his maybe-cousin. He purposefully did not pick up the Quaffle.
“Keep your fuckin’ voice down then!” Sy bellowed, and bent down to grab his Quaffle before following after Diego. It was fine, he was pretty sure Rafael had headed onto Coyote Trail for a patrol circuit. Pretty sure. There weren’t a whole lot of hiding places around Coppertale’s campsite, but both of them were brisk hikers and could leave the sight of any prefects within minutes.
Sy moved shoulder-to-shoulder with Diego, or as much as he could when Diego was so much shorter than him. (Shortness had to come from the Morales side. Both of Sy’s parents were tall.) “So… you saw my shitshow of a tryout?”
“Uh, no.” Diego’s voice betrayed that he’d heard about it, though. Most of the tryouts talk had been centered around Levi’s dance number, but Coppertale’s Quidditch tryouts were a close second. Violent Beaters, an impossible Seeker, lots of chaos. It was kind of typical for Coppertale, but Sy was the newly minted captain, so now all that was dumped on his lap.
Diego narrowly avoided asking if Sy was okay, but that would not have gone over well. Diego knew the concern was all over his face, though, especially as he wrestled with the question like it was physically painful to not ask. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, and redirected Sy to a little copse of scrub oak that hinted they were heading towards the edge of the field. If they kept going, they’d hit the sorting cave, but Diego didn’t want to go that far. The squat little bushes were enough to hide them from prefects.
“Was it that bad?” he asked, trying to sound casual. “Coppertale’s always been a wild team. That’s how you guys like it.”
“Hell yeah, we’re the best of the fuckin’ best,” Sy answered, but his heart didn’t sound totally into it. He bounced the Quaffle from hand to hand as he walked, his eyes and attention elsewhere. Maybe back on the Pitch, still replaying everything which had happened. “Shit, I dunno. I thought it’d be obvious, you know? Like some hotshot kid would swoop right in and click perfectly with me and Faye, and I’d know I have the biggest, baddest team Coppertale has ever seen.”
Had it been childish to think it would be so easy? It wasn’t as though Sy hadn’t worked damn hard for what he had. Captain of the Coppertale Quidditch team, last year’s champions. But he’d never doubted that he’d get here. Never. Some people would call that easy.
“But I got some fuckin’ good players, dude! No doubt about that.” Sy forced more swagger into his step. “Oh man, you totally missed seeing Rox murder a freshie.”
Diego laughed as he lowered himself cross-legged into the dirt, hidden from the view of vigilant passersby thanks to copious plant life.
“You sound like a proud dad. I don’t like seeing that shit anyway,” Diego admitted, but Sy already knew, and had given him a long list of adjectives and nicknames over the years for his lack of interest in seeing Bludgers smash limbs. Thinking about the possible injuries made the backs of his legs ache in sympathy. Cheer was a good compromise; he kept up with the sport without being in danger every month.
Diego dug around in his jacket until his fingers found the polished metal of a flask. “So what’s up then? You seem kind of,” he shrugged, “like you aren’t into it. You know that whatever new kid you pick as Chaser will just need some time to find out how you and Faye work.”
Sy flopped down beside Diego, the back of his head hitting the grass as he spread out his limbs. He didn’t have the patience to sit through all that technical talk in Astronomy, but he still loved looking at the stars. Fuckin’ light pollution made that impossible at home.
“I mean, I probably could turn out a kickass freshie Chaser if I, y’know, kicked their ass enough.” Sy blew out a frustrated breath, and ruffled his hair with one hand. “I do have a potential roster drawn up. But it’s stupid as fuck.”