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Please, Just Stop  PV Kyle 

Set at the beginning of September, 2019

Arlis had absolutely no clue what she was doing. She had heard about a wizarding sport called "Quidditch" and had decided that it was definitely the thing for her. Perhaps that wasn't the best decision to make while she still had no knowledge about it… but she was convinced that it was the right idea! Any sport was good in her opinion, and as she had started to find out more about this Quidditch thing, she grew more and more attached to the idea of it. The possibility of players being knocked off their brooms but the fact that players were generally loved? Cool. Flying? Even better. Magical balls that flew around and could hit people, adding a sense of danger to the game? Sounds wonderful.

It had seemed like the best and most logical idea was for her to go practice right away. She had just had her first flying lesson, which meant that she was basically an expert. What could go wrong? She wandered down to the Quidditch training pitch with a grin on her face and her typical bounce in her step – her attire as untidy, strange, and mismatched as ever. She went to grab some training gear, snatching a broom and a case with the balls that she would need, as well as a bat (whatever that was for). Dragging the case out, she opened it eagerly. As she investigated, she saw that four balls lay in the case, two of which were chained down. What happens if I just… release them? she wondered. As far as she was concerned, there was only one way to find out. She freed them and immediately backed away as they shot away. Oops, she idly thought, but wasn't particularly bothered as she continued messing with the remaining items. One ball seemed pretty normal, but the other one? She took it out, holding it in her hand. Shiny, was the one thing in her mind as she held her palm out, looking it over from all angles.

She was rather taken aback when wings shot out and it hovered for a moment, fluttering away slightly. While she was watching it, she saw the balls from before – she couldn't remember what they were called – coming back at her. Well, dang. They didn't seem friendly at all. She now realized what the bat was probably for and picked it up, swinging it at the balls one by one. It was just like other sports with bats, except with aggressive flying balls instead. There was a loud crack upon contact. The whole situation just made her more keen on the idea of Quidditch. It was cool! And they got to fly on brooms? She was then reminded of the broom that she had discarded in her eagerness to see the other things, so she wandered over, saying "Up!" just like in her flying class. She tucked the last remaining ball under her arm as an afterthought, then mounted the broom, the bat still in one hand. She glanced at the hoops over at the other end of the pitch and a grin spread across her face. So that was what this red ball was for?

She had never flown more than barely a few feet above the ground, but that would hardly stop her! Wait… but what had happened to those other balls? Only a few seconds had passed since she hit them, and she managed to spot them… whizzing towards some other students. Screams came from those without anything to defend themselves as they promptly scattered. Arlis ducked her head and looked away, considering apologizing but not wanting to draw any attention to the fact that it was her that had done that. They'd be fine. So, how did flying work again? Trying to look at the broom while she was on it, she accidentally tilted it up, and had to cling on for dear life as the broom started ascending higher and higher. It took her a moment before she realized that if she tilted it so that it was level, it might stop going higher, so she did that. Surely enough, it did, and she looked around. She wasn't that high. Now she had a clearer shot at the hoops! Ignoring the possible chaos she had caused below her as well as the fluttering golden thing she caught a glimpse of somewhere off to the side, she shifted the red ball so that she could throw it. She lobbed it at the hoops… but forgot how far away she was. It lamely fell short of the hoops. She flew after it, somehow managing to retrieve it even though she didn't quite know how to fly properly (she wouldn't admit that, despite it being obvious). Now that she was closer, she tried again and it succeeded – about time considering how much time she spent playing sports.

One of those balls (the Bludgers) came whizzing by and almost hit her, and she managed to hit it away but only just – so it was at a weird angle and would likely go flying into some unsuspecting person. Not my problem, she thought as she continued her not-so-beautiful-or-graceful flying. It was only so long before someone would probably come along and stop her.

Please, Just Stop  PV Kyle 

Kyle woke up with a slight groan and rolled over in his bed and pulled his pillow over his head. Even though it was only over the summer Kyle was used to his bed, waking up to the smells of his mother cooking downstairs, and not having to see a ton of other people in the same room also waking up. He didn't have class for awhile and he could skip breakfast and just double down on lunch or dinner later, it wasn't that big of a deal really. With a yawn he would try to push deeper into his blankets and mattress and slink back into the world of dreams. After all, its not like he had anything else to do with his time. What would he do? play Quid-

With an explosion of movement he threw his pillow and fumbled forwards out of his bed and onto the floor with a grunt. That's right! Quidditch! he needed to practice and get ready if he wanted to make sure he made it onto the Gryffindors team this year. He wanted to be a Beater, and not just any Beater, the best this school had ever seen! he threw his bedding back onto his bed sloppily and watched his enchanted pillow squirming around on the floor. with a shrug he let it be and rushed off to get dressed.

Kyle put on some blue Jeans, a pair of boots, an undershirt, and a Kenmare Kestrels Jumper with Darren O'hare's number on the front and name on the back. Being a big fan of Quidditch and a Lover of his home ofcourse he was a fan of the star player of the Kestrels who led the Irish National team three separate times. One day he hoped to a lead his won team to victory as their captain, and if he was half as clever as he thought he was maybe he would come up with a new attack formation like his Idol Darren O'hare did.

Personal bat in hand Kyle walked up onto the training pitch and his head tilted slightly to the side as he saw a few people knocked over, or scattered around as a couple of bludgers flew free. He flinched slightly as a loose Snitch Whizzed right by his face and he narrowed his eyes as he looked up at some girl flailing around wildly at bludgers and wearing a big goofy smile. While he could appreciate causing trouble and having fun, He saw the Quidditch pitch as a sort of sacred place and was annoyed it wasnt being taken seriously. Then he saw it, A bludger whizzing towards him.

Kyle had been practicing his aiming, working on his timing, and improving his swing. While he knew he still had a ways to go before he was where he wanted to be, he for sure had a level of control the girl in the air didnt. With a smirk he ran forward towards the bludger to get into a better position, he angled himself, dug in, then yelled out "Hey Spaz! Got something for ya!" and with a crack he struck the bludger as hard as he could and sent it flying towards the girl on the broom

“I live my life free of compromise, and step into the shadows without complaint or regret.“
Stamina: 10 Evasion: 4 Strength: 10 Wisdom: 2 ArcPower: 5 Accuracy: 4

Please, Just Stop  PV Kyle 

Arlis wasn't very high up when she heard a call of "Hey Spaz! Got something for ya!" She looked around, searching for the source of the voice, but by the time she spotted the culprit, it was too late. The bludger hit her with a smack, the force propelling her off of her broom. She fell and then hit the ground with a thump. Ow. At least she hadn't been too high up and hadn't landed at a weird angle, but it still hurt. She could recover, though, especially if it was just bruises. She lay flat for a moment and then sat upright. Her legs were crossed and her arms stretched out slightly behind her, helping to prop her up as she craned her neck to see him.

She scoffed. “Cheers, mate! Really 'preciate yer gif'!” she replied sarcastically, then picked herself up from the ground. As much as she was mildly taken aback by it, she knew that she could cope with the injury, and she was slightly impressed by his courage and skill. “Proper job wiv 'at, though.” She smiled sheepishly. “Yeh might 'ave 'it me, but I respect accuracy an' a good shot.” It was true. Unless he turned out to be a complete jerk and attacked her for no reason after this, she would likely continue to respect him. Maybe he would even teach her a thing or two?

Please, Just Stop  PV Kyle 

As the bludger struck he did a little fist pump to himself, Excellent first shot against another person. This was hopefully a sign of good things to come as far as his skills as a beater went. As the girl hit Kyle began to stride forward towards her, ready to give her a throttling if she came at him with the bat or any kind of aggressive response. as he did he ducked deeply to avoid the second bludger before standing up once more. And as he neared her to his amazement she didnt seem bothered or upset really. But, more impressed with the shot that took her down. He cocked an eyebrow and looked around at the whizzing bludgers and he tried to figure out where the hell the snitch had gotten off to but that thing was as good as gone at this point. "Yeah what can I say, I'm pretty great. " he looked back towards the girl "The hell you trying to pull out here? bludgers can really hurt people. and you are the only one with a bat." he didn't sound like he was overly angry or anything, but one thing he was sure of was whatever he answer was, was going to determine how the rest of this encounter went down.

“I live my life free of compromise, and step into the shadows without complaint or regret.“
Stamina: 10 Evasion: 4 Strength: 10 Wisdom: 2 ArcPower: 5 Accuracy: 4