quidditch in miniature (open)

[MACKENZIE LEE WOOD]

Mackenzie used her pencil to prod the small Quidditch figures on the table. She had set up her two miniature Quidditch teams on a table in the common room. So what if they were usually meant for schoolwork. This was important! Important enough.. Gryffindor did want to win the Quidditch cup, did they not? While Mackenzie was not Captain of the team, she could still suggest things. She just had to work on her form of suggestion. Sometimes she could get carried away. Only sometimes though!

"Start," she grumbled, poking at them again, pleased when a small Quaffle flew from right to left as a play carried out. Who needs a book to teach the Parkin's Pincer when you have miniature figurines to do it? Mackenzie sat up straight, eyeing the board. "No! she yelled at the fake people. She couldn't order a real team around and now her toy models weren't even listening? She glared and snatched them from the board, beginning to replace them. "That's not right!" No, she was not a perfectionist at all.

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James dashed into the common room, just as there was a loud boom in the hall. He grinned. Stink booms. His blue eyes looked around the common room, as he loosened his Gryffindor tie, that he wore proudly around his neck. He was kinda sad that his days of wearing the tie were coming to an end. He would not be returning to Hogwarts next year. He let out a sigh. As he noticed Mackenzie. Sitting there with a mini qudditch field.

He stood there watching her for a moment before he cleared his throat and spoke. "Any suggestions? we do want to win the cup for this captain's final year" He said with a grin as he walked over to where she was, watching the little mini people move about. Mackenzie, often had some good ideas for things. That was a reason he liked having her on the team.. perhaps she would become captain after him. He waited for her to say something, as he sat down in chair across from hers.

[MACKENZIE LEE WOOD]

She had studied the book Quidditch Through the Ages long and often enough to know a lot of plays. Not all and she hadn't performed them in a game (and if she tried a Wronski Feint, she'd probably end up face-first on the ground), but she could imagine the tactics playing out in her mind. The board in front of her seemed to have other plans. They were still not taking to her form of teaching. So maybe yelling wasn't the way to go. Maybe they, like people, would respond better to -- Mackenzie looked up at hearing a loud sound. No where in the common room.. No one was rushing down the stairs. Had she heard one at all? She shrugged and looked back down to her board. It could have easily been all in her head.

That voice was not in her head. Mackenzie was not, on most occasions, a jumpy person. Not until voices started creeping up on her while she was trying to concentrate. She jumped, nearly knocking into her board at the voice and discovering who it was. "Oh. As of right now, uhm, no." James made her nervous, as hard as she tried not to be. When other people were around it was easier. She plucked one of the players from the board, stopping their game and waved it back and forth with a small smile. "Can't get them to cooperate long enough." She stopped the game completely and pushed the entire board to the side, looking back to James. "Is it a silly question to ask if you were the source of the loud noise I may have heard?"


(ooc; sorry it took forever. computerish problems. :\ )

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James watched her. It would be a lie if he denied the fact that he did notice how she always seemed to be nervous around him. But it really never registered with him why this was. James was always busy with his things that he was doing and never really thought much about it.. only crossed his mind from time to time. Like right now. He let out a small chuckle about how Mackenzie said the little figurines wouldn't cooperate long enough. "aye they are stubborn little things." He told her with a smile as she pushed it to the side.

The question that she asked made James beam, he pushed up his glasses, that always seemd to be falling off his face at all the wrong times. "That would be correct. Stink bombs, cleared the hall." He told her in a prideful tone. James took pride in all of his pranks no matter how small or stupid. He was still in the planing of something HUGE to go out with for his final year at Hogwarts. He had to come up with something to top his uncle's thing the did. It would be a challenge but he could do it. With the help of the right people. James hopped it would be epic whatever it was that would go down.

[MACKENZIE LEE WOOD]

"Yes, yes they are," she muttered under her breath, moving away from the table and more into the chair, readjusting herself to get comfortable. It was about time she took a break anyway. Now she had a good excuse for one. Well, if she could process coherent thoughts and turn them into sensible sentences. If that could be accomplished without making a fool of herself, that would be wonderful. But Mackenzie was unsure if that was possible. Maybe she would get lucky. Though she should probably drop the topic of small Quidditch people. Save it for actual practice.

What was she thinking? Of course it was him. Mackenzie couldn't help a small smirk at his answer. Hopefully the stench wouldn't leak through into the common room.. what a thought. It was a wonder he was still enrolled after all the pranks she'd heard he pulled through the years! She had a tendency to keep away from trouble. She was not afraid, no. Mackenzie just.. as much as she hated to say it, did not have the creativity to be a professional prankster on her own. Quidditch was one thing, but pranking was a whole seperate matter. And she wouldn't dare suggest anything to James in that category, fearing that it may not live up to any standards. "Only stink bombs? Sounds maybe like a slow day?"

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James stared at the little qudditch pieces for a moment, He moved one of the little chasers to the left with his finger before he spoke. "aye slow day.. although the first years in the hall I'm sure they ran off from the smell." James chuckled, and gave Mac a smile. She was a nice girl. A two years younger than he, and Oliver Wood's daughter. His father had told him how it was Oliver Wood that taught him all about Qudditch in his first year. James liked that his daughter was on the team years later.

His blue eyes watched her for a moment, before looking back to the little game pieces. He pushed the keeper close to him up a bit. And moved the one of the beaters to the right. "Start" The beater ran into the beater on the other team and both were knocked off the chaser ran into the seeker. And the opposite team scored. James laughed. "Now that was funny" He said with a grin.

[MACKENZIE LEE WOOD]

Mackenzie couldn't help but smile back. She had been about to say something.. but had forgotten. It couldn't have been that important. But was annoying nonetheless. Oh, right. About the topic of the current slow day and how to remedy it. Or whenever the occasion she was about to bring up would be. "The Yule Ball -- you could.. sabotage it? The planning may take up some time and cure boredom.." she trailed off and shrugged a shoulder, unsure of how to finish the sentence. It had sounded better in her head. She wasn't any good at this! Maybe it was a bad idea to suggest anything. It wasn't even a complete plan. "At least you got rid of the first years, at any rate."

Not wanting to risk staring - and unable to look anymore - she turned her attention back down to the board on the table. Good. Something she knew. Harry Potter had featured in the stories her father told about his time in school. 'Best seeker' and 'wouldn't have won the cup without', compliments such as those. Mac had always been relieved she hadn't gotten the position of Seeker. She would have never lived up to Harry Potter in that department. She worried about disappointment enough. "That's hardly amusing," she said with a huff, glaring at the board. "The board is doing this--" she waved a hand at it. "--messing everything up to annoy me and ruin my life, I'm sure of it."