A Waffle with a Quaffle [Open, come play! Come spectate and chat!]

[theboywhodied]

It's a beautiful day for soaring in the sky. At least....it's a beautiful simulated day, Cedric corrects himself. He stands in the center of a grassy field, hoops standing tall on either side. Racing brooms that will soon take to the sky with their riders are laid out in neat rows on either side of him, and a case containing the many balls of Quidditch rests at his feet.

He's exchanged the loose-fitted clothing he'd taken up after his injuries for loose-fitting yellow and black robes, and even that small change brightens his mood. Cedric Diggory is in his element. His cheerful, dangerous whirlwind of an element, the finest sport the wizarding world has to offer.

This should be a fun one to watch!

((And go! Use the subthreads, or start your own threads to chat and trash-talk and have a good time! Threadjacking is totally encouraged.))

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Those are the people who get the Quaffle. I've been studying." By now he has the knowledge to ref, which makes it all the more difficult to admit that he just can't right now. It's not as if Punishment even had anything to do with Quidditch, but it's like ever worry has been amplified ever since. It's not even to be nervous, he switches instantly to terrified.

"Good. I'm going to nitpick every single detail. Then I'll write a nasty review of your performance in the paper."

[theboywhodied]

"Right! You'll have all you need for your review, then," he nods, eying up Howard with some suspicion. "Though who'd ever publish it? I'm sure you'd cause a scandal with your biting commentary."

He means that as affectionately as possible, really.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I do have a tendency to cause scandals whenever I post stuff to the comm." Howard smiles a bit and ducks his head down. "How are you going to play with this few players?"

[theboywhodied]

"One of those other games, like that thing with the horses," Cedric decides. "I'll have to take a different position, but I should be handicapping myself besides."

He watches a Quaffle zoom past with a player chasing after it, laughing. "They need to stop diving so quickly. They'll end up with mouthfuls of grass."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"You think you're that good?" Howard eyebrow waggles at Cedric. "Now I'm going to root for you to fall."

Not really. Never really. He cares too much about Cedric, no matter what he says.

"Should I start a drinking game for all the crashes and fouls?"

[theboywhodied]

"You want the Med Bay to have more work? Or...I can ask the simulation to catch us, I suppose."

He folds his arms, wondering just what Howard has up his sleeve. "You'll need a drink for that. What do you usually take?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I don't drink booze or anything. Tastes awful." And is much better used on other people, as a method of control. "Maybe I'll make some Hydroponics fruit juice. I found an old blender the other day scavenging."

That reminds him. "Hey, you a big fan of jam?"

[theboywhodied]

Cedric tries to look less excited than he is about the prospect of a sweet supplement. "What else goes with toast? Or scones? I suppose it would likely be slop in this case, but it'd still be an improvement."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I've been making some in Hydroponics. If you wanted, I guess...I could drop some off sometime."

It takes so much to offer this sort of thing to someone, Ced. This is Howard's version of a hug.

/wrap?

[theboywhodied]

"I'd love it," Cedric replied earnestly. He really would. He could use more days like this...quiet fun, watching the sky roll by with Howard.

It was the calm before the storm in more than one sense, but he liked it.