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The Language of the Flowers was a popular method to express feelings where words might be improper, but did you know other means of doing so? Some ladies used their parasols, as well as their fans, gloves, and hankies to flirt with a gentleman (or alternatively, tell them to shove it!). — Bree ( Submit your own)
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When your mum thinks you're gay for your best friend (but you probably are)
This boy, then. He wasn't new. Wasn't one of the worst people in the common room, those rotten rich boys - like Mr. Jailkeeper - who could not fathom a world beyond their own farts. Was a good working class lad, so he'd heard. Had a bit of a weird looking face, and a bit of a weird thing for preaching. Still.Aubrey Davis in The Under-Sofa
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February 1st, 1889 — Quidditch Pitch
They hadn't done very well during their last game so James was trying to improve his skills. His main handicap was his bad arm, he felt so he kept trying to stretch and exercise it especially. He needed to try and be able to adequately block from any direction. He didn't really need to improve his flying skills since he was in a pretty solitary Quidditch position but he figured it couldn't hurt to work on that too. Kicking off, he took to the sky and did a couple of laps around the pitch. The weather was cold but James knew most Quidditch players tended to play in any weather so why should he be any different?

They would not, Rex knew, have another match until they faced Gryffindor in March, but after his less than stellar performance at the most recent Hufflepuff quidditch practice, the young chaser was embarrassed enough to trek out into the snow for a solo practice. As the youngest member of the team, Abraxas Crabbe felt as though he had the most to prove—particularly with so many quidditch players in his family!

The first year was crestfallen when, arriving on the pitch, he saw another student already in the air. I was bad enough he had made a mess of it at practice—he didn’t need an audience when he tried to make amends, too!

Rex dithered for a moment, his broomstick still slung over his shoulder. If he left, he would be in no better position than he was now—plus, he would have gone out into the cold for nothing. If he stayed…

With a sigh—one the crispness of the air allowed him to see before him—Rex mounted his broomstick and kicked off from the frozen ground.
As any captain would be, Lucky was frustrated. Loosing was not something that he liked. His pride was harmed. It didn't help that some people were giggling over his 'obsession' with some stupid gloves. No matter if they won any other games this year or not, he would definitely try to see if he can do some practice during summer with his sister. As a captain of her team, she would likely have some fairly good advise so that he could improve his game.

But how could he show his face around his sister if he lost more than one game on his first year as captain? Well... they lived together so he would have to. It was rather frustrating.

Upon stepping out onto the pitch, he noticed to already flying. Familiar faces. This made him feel a little better. His team was working outside of practice. At least two of them. Kicking off, he flew in the air. "Good to see that I'm not the only one taking extra time to practice." He called out in approval.

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James noticed two others joining him and was pleased to find that they were people on his team. The captain and one of the newer players. A first year, if he remembered correctly. He nodded in greeting to Warbeck and Crabbe. "I wanted to work on some of my weaknesses," he stated. Which meant he was trying to figure out how to work with the fact one of his arms didn't work quite right. It hadn't since a childhood accident but no one knew about that and he intended to keep it that way.
Baird was one thing, but Warbeck? Rex was already too aware of his weaknesses—his failings—but now, when he had come to practice, here was the team's captain, a fact that the first year feared would split his focus.

He tried not to let his anxieties show.

"You can never practice too much," the chaser offered with a shrug that he hoped said, I am confident and collected and a quidditch legend, and I don't care who knows it. The badger realized that put a lot of pressure on a simple gesture, though, and would settle for what of it?.

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