Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jan 10, 2018 7:02:22 GMT
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Alfred hummed as he balanced his broom against his shoulder. Amelia had asked to meet him to do some extra practice on the Quidditch pitch today, and Alfred had happily obliged. There were few things Alfred enjoyed more on Saturdays than a good round of Quidditch.
It would just be the two of them for today. Opposing teams rarely practiced together after all, and this was not something Alfred intended to jeopardize. Alfred was quite intent on carrying Slytherin to winning the Quidditch Cup this year, and given how stellar their team was, Alfred had little doubt that he would succeed in that goal.
Perhaps it was odd then, that he would practice Quidditch with Amelia, but she was his half-sister, and over the years Alfred had grown quite fond of her. He could quell their Gryffindor-Slytherin animosity for an afternoon. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had another team practice he had to attend to.
There was, however, another quite interesting matter that had arisen on yesterday’s Quibbler issue. Alfred had it tucked under his arm for Amelia to read, assuming she hadn’t done so already. Once Alfred had warmed up to Amelia, it hadn’t taken him all that long to realize that both of them shared one crucial interest—aliens. Their obsession had been one of the quickest roads to their friendship, and both of them were part of Alfred’s Alien Terrestrials Club. They had pored over conspiracy theories together in the library until being shooed outside on several occasions. It was one of Alfred’s most cherished memories with his sister, and she was always the first one he would bring any news to.
This incident was no different, and Alfred was quite eager to obsess over the details of it. Some might have scoffed at Alfred’s readings of the Quibbler (and indeed a great deal of it seemed like nonsense), but it was one of the few news sources in the Wizarding World that endorsed the idea of aliens. It was true that many alien sightings could be chalked up to wizard activity, but there were always those unexplained events. Besides, who were they to assume they were alone in the universe?
At any rate, it was certainly something worth discussing with Amelia as they warmed up today. They both liked to chatter after all. Sometimes they were so similar it was almost scary—between comics, aliens, and Quidditch, the two of them could probably talk a whole day away. Then again, Alfred mused, he was also quite capable of doing that with anyone who could bear to listen to him.
It hardly mattered. Alfred turned to the Quidditch pitch. It seemed like Amelia wasn’t there yet, so Alfred busied himself getting ready, setting down his broom, the Quibbler, and the box of Quidditch balls he’d borrowed from Professor Cooper. It would mostly be a fun practice since it was just the two of them, but Alfred and Amelia could get quite competitive. He just had to hope that this time, Amelia wouldn’t aim a Bludger at his face.
Ah well, that was the price of having a sibling, wasn’t it?
It would just be the two of them for today. Opposing teams rarely practiced together after all, and this was not something Alfred intended to jeopardize. Alfred was quite intent on carrying Slytherin to winning the Quidditch Cup this year, and given how stellar their team was, Alfred had little doubt that he would succeed in that goal.
Perhaps it was odd then, that he would practice Quidditch with Amelia, but she was his half-sister, and over the years Alfred had grown quite fond of her. He could quell their Gryffindor-Slytherin animosity for an afternoon. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had another team practice he had to attend to.
There was, however, another quite interesting matter that had arisen on yesterday’s Quibbler issue. Alfred had it tucked under his arm for Amelia to read, assuming she hadn’t done so already. Once Alfred had warmed up to Amelia, it hadn’t taken him all that long to realize that both of them shared one crucial interest—aliens. Their obsession had been one of the quickest roads to their friendship, and both of them were part of Alfred’s Alien Terrestrials Club. They had pored over conspiracy theories together in the library until being shooed outside on several occasions. It was one of Alfred’s most cherished memories with his sister, and she was always the first one he would bring any news to.
This incident was no different, and Alfred was quite eager to obsess over the details of it. Some might have scoffed at Alfred’s readings of the Quibbler (and indeed a great deal of it seemed like nonsense), but it was one of the few news sources in the Wizarding World that endorsed the idea of aliens. It was true that many alien sightings could be chalked up to wizard activity, but there were always those unexplained events. Besides, who were they to assume they were alone in the universe?
At any rate, it was certainly something worth discussing with Amelia as they warmed up today. They both liked to chatter after all. Sometimes they were so similar it was almost scary—between comics, aliens, and Quidditch, the two of them could probably talk a whole day away. Then again, Alfred mused, he was also quite capable of doing that with anyone who could bear to listen to him.
It hardly mattered. Alfred turned to the Quidditch pitch. It seemed like Amelia wasn’t there yet, so Alfred busied himself getting ready, setting down his broom, the Quibbler, and the box of Quidditch balls he’d borrowed from Professor Cooper. It would mostly be a fun practice since it was just the two of them, but Alfred and Amelia could get quite competitive. He just had to hope that this time, Amelia wouldn’t aim a Bludger at his face.
Ah well, that was the price of having a sibling, wasn’t it?
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