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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 23, 2011 9:10:09 GMT
i swear i didn't know all the things, [/size]  - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- THAT HE WOULD DO[/right][/center][/font] The try outs were over and all though Johnny had said he'd let them all know Monday, Molly had a feeling she wasn't going to make the cut. Not because she wasn't good enough, she was just as good as the others that had tried out, better in her own opinion, but she hadn't exactly got off on the right foot with Johnny and it was nagging at her at the back of her mind that she should set things straight and all though it seemed like a complete butt-kiss thing to do after a try-out, she wasn't doing it just to get on the team, she felt a little bad for being quite rude to him.
Waiting until most had disbanded and Johnny was packing up, Molly headed down from the stands pretty fast from where she had taken a seat. She hoped on her broom and flew up, out and down towards the pitch and where Johnny was. She hoped Johnny hadn't seen her in the stands but like so many of her family, she stood out, luckily for her, her hair was darker than the majority of her families, but that was due to a little magical hair dye more so than luck, not just her natural colour, Molly liked to be a little different and a little set apart from her family, especially when there were so many of them, it was almost like a competition, even though she knew she really shouldn't think that way.
Heading across the pitch, Molly folded landed and dismounted her broom. She walked a little awkwardly on the ground, dipping a little in the rabbit burrows along the ground. The pitch would be all sorted out before the first quidditch match of the season, but it didn't matter too much, it wasn't as if they spent too much time on the ground, this game was all about flight and a bit of fight if you were up against the Slytherin's, you really had to hold your own against them, she thought as she got closer to Johnny. Even from the back he was somewhat cute and she could just imagine those blue eyes looking at her again. Molly's heart skipped a beat. Stupid teenage hormones, she thought.
"Hey, Townsend, can I speak with you a sec?" Okay, so that came out a lot smoother and confident than she could ever have imagined herself sounding, however she was yet to see him face to face, those eyes would probably cause all sorts of gobbledy-gook to pass her lips, well, she'd try her best to apologise and get past the eyes besides, eh may have had cute eyes, but he was a jerk. Sort of. Maybe, she wasn't sure what he was, she just wanted to get on some sort of good terms with him so that if he did think her best for the team, then there would be no conflicts, not that there should be, he was the captain, but then again, Molly wasn't too shy to speak her mind, unless it was a normal sort of thought that was somewhat clever, then she just thought it stupid and kept her mouth shut. Seriously, she thought, there had to be issues with her brain.
Tag: Johnny Townsend
Word Count: five six one
Topic Title: The Big Bang Theory Season 4 Episode 7
Listening To: Goodbye||Stuart Fabre <3
Outfit: Click me
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Post by JOHNNY TOWNSEND on Jun 30, 2011 12:04:23 GMT
Feeling more than a little exhausted, Johnny gave the last "auditionee" a friendly wave as the pitch started to empty out. Soon he was left alone, with only a few stragglers in the stands for company. Taking a minute to breathe, he rubbed his sore hands over his face, letting out a yawn that seemed to go on forever. He needed to pack up and get to his dorm, sleep was the only thing he could think of after such a long day. Johnny could have sworn at least half of Gryffindor House had shown up to tryout. With a shake of his head, he set to packing bats and Quaffles into the chest at his feet.
"Hey, Townsend, can I speak with you a sec?" A confident voice boomed out across the pitch from behind him. Or maybe it just sounded loud to Johnny's headache-ridden senses. Turning to glance over his shoulder, he let out a soft groan. 'Please, not now,' he pleaded silently, as Molly Weasley approached him. She still had her broom with her, so it didn't take a genius to figure out she had never left the pitch after her tryout. Had she been hanging around all day just to speak to him now? What a waste of a perfectly good day.
Squeezing his eyes shut in a genuine grimace, Johnny kept his back to her, continuing to pack the chest to buy himself a minute or two before she unleashed her Weasley Wrath on him again. He really wasn't in the mood. Of all the times she could have found him, this was probably the worst. He was tired, he was physically worn out, his head was swarming with names and faces and bits of information from tryouts, and he was quite sure that he had fractured his Firebolt in a way that would leave him broomless after a few more laps around the pitch on it. Yes, Johnny was definitely not in the right mood for company. Unless they didn't mind him being completely fake with them, of course. Though, with the air Molly gave off around him, he had to question whether he could pull it off well enough for her.
Finally pulling himself back to his feet, he slammed the lid shut on the chest, and brushed bits of dirt of his jeans. "Everything ok, Molly?" he asked, still not looking at her. He really didn't want to snap at her. Really didn't want to. But, in a Trelawney-like moment, he could just sense it. She would have some sort of fighting talk about why she should make the team, and he would have no patience to stand and explain how it all worked to her again. He took another deep breath, trying to wash feelings of calm over his worn out irritability.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jul 1, 2011 11:07:11 GMT
and i want to see just once before i die, us doin' more, [/size] - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- THAN BARELY GETTING BY[/right][/center][/font] Molly kept walking towards Johnny and she wasn't sure if he'd heard her or if he was just ignoring her. She had a feeling he was ignoring her because she'd called out to him pretty loud, and she was a loud sort of person, surely he'd heard her, but why would he chose to ignore her and carry on packing quidditch stuff away? Oh yeah, she'd been a bit snooty with him in the carriage. That was why she was here, she was going to make herself apologise, and all though she would mostly mean it, a part of her didn't want to do it, Molly hated apologising but it was the right thing to do and she did feel a bit bad about the way she'd spoken to him. He probably wasn't a fan of her and truth was she was thinking that maybe she should have even tried out, but quidditch was good, it had a couple of cute guys that played, and Molly had thought she'd seen Roux applying for the quidditch team. Merlin he was dreamy, and there were plenty of others that were quite cute too.
Lost in a dreamy sort of state, Molly came to her senses when she tripped up a little. She stopped walking and regained her balance just as Johnny turned around. He seemed nice. He was polite and that was certainly more than she deserved, not to mention those eyes of his. She focused too much on those eyes. She had to forget about that sparkly blue-grey combination that flattered his other features so divinely.
"Everything's fine, why wouldn't it be?" Molly snapped a little, though she hadn't realised she did it, she was telling herself off in her mind about looking at Johnny's eyes when she'd spoken and the tone in her head came out in her voice, something she was unaware of but she carried on talking, as she often did. "In the carriage you were .. I was ... I accept your apology ..." Molly had never really had to apologise to anyone outside of her family and friends before, so apologising to someone she didn't quite know didn't go very well for her. "From the carriage." She nodded her head and looked at him, expecting him to be grateful that she had waited for him and apologised and then realised that she hadn't actually apologised at all, she accepted his apology that, now she came to think of it, was probably and insincere one. "And I'm sorry too." She said quickly as if she were going to die if the words weren't said fast enough, but she just wanted to add it on the end of her mixed up apology so that her apology was in fact an apology.
Tag: Johnny Townsend
Word Count: four eight zero
Listening To: My Father's Son||Montgomery Gentry
Outfit: Click me
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Post by JOHNNY TOWNSEND on Jul 9, 2011 11:02:31 GMT
'Eh?' Johnny's eyebrows shot into the sky. Was she actually apologizing to him? Seriously? He couldn't help but glance around for a flying pig. He hadn't expected that. Not at all. Well, well, well. It looked like she wasn't as immune to his charms as she had tried to make out. Once again, Johnny's clean record went unbroken. He forced his mouth shut as he tried to think of something to say, instead of gaping at her.
"Erm... thank you," he finally answered. "I appreciate that. Really." He did. It looked like it had taken a lot of effort for her to force the words out. In fact, he suddenly began to wonder if she was being sincere at all, or if she had other motives. He stored that little mystery away for later, when he would no doubt sit for hours trying to figure out what she could possibly want to apologize to him for. There must have been something she wanted. And Johnny would figure it out, if it killed him. He could never pass up a good puzzle.
"Did you hang around just to tell me that?" he asked, stepping a little closer to get a better look at her eyes. Eyes always gave a person away, in Johnny's experience. He didn't know anybody who could look you straight in the eye and tell a truly convincing lie. Aside from himself, of course, but that was mostly because he had spent most of his life practicing to an alarming degree. Though usually, he sided with truth. It was just a good skill to have, in his opinion. "Or are you waiting for someone else?" Maybe she was meeting a friend or something. Or a guy. He casually looked around the pitch for signs of any guys she might be interested in.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jul 14, 2011 5:39:50 GMT
well there ain't no change in the weather, [/size] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- AIN'T NO CHANGES IN ME[/right][/center][/font] Molly felt awkward standing before Johnny and apologising. She felt as though she were completely out of place and as if it had been ridiculous of her to stay back so long just for a few awkward words. Still she'd feel even more terrible and awkward if she hadn't have done this, because she knew where he was now, if she left it until later he might not be around at all and she'd not be able to apologise to him and therefore more than likely wouldn't get onto the Quidditch team and being on the team was something she really wanted this year.
Johnny finally spoke up and Molly assumed she'd knocked him sideways with her apology, or attempt of one. Regardless of how it had come about Johnny seemed surprised but handled it well. He wasn't rude to her and he didn't reject her apology, he seemed to actually be like quite a nice guy and to Molly, that just made her feel all the more worse. She'd made a snap judgement and it had obviously been completely wrong. If she hadn't already apologised once today, she would apologise to him for that too, but one apology was more than enough for now she thought.
When johnny asked if she'd hung about just to apologise Molly felt herself get rigid with awkwardness, something she was very much prone to do. Johnny also asked if she was meeting someone and took a look about, ah yes, here it came, she thought, in his mind now she was a total loser. He'd cleared up her mess in the great hall and now she had nothing better to do than hang out and wait for him because she had no friends. Well he could just go and get stuffed!
"I didn't have to apologise you know." Molly had gotten herself angry. "And I'm not a loser." She said in a harsh tone. Sometimes the things in her head muddled her up a bit and she said what she was thinking instead of referring to what had been said. At no point had Johnny called her a loser and at no point had he implied it. Molly was just a little crazy sometimes.
Tag: Johnny Townsend
Word Count: three eight four
Listening To: Call Me The Breeze||Lynyrd Skynyrd
Outfit: Click me
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