The Golden Piece and The Black Knight [Cayde]

[draco]

The sights were set on the small glinting gold piece in the distance. One man dared to make the journey. It would be tough, but worth it. He had to face the haunted forest of swerving trees, which seemed to be unpredictable of where they would go. He pressed forward. Suddenly a dark knight lunged for him, but he managed to dodge the knight for now, forcing himself to go even faster at the dangers that presented themselves. Then another caught up with him. The man's arch nemesis, Substitute. Hurriedly the man pressed on faster, but Substitute was still on his tail. An idea popped into his head quickly. As soon as the dark knight made another plunge for him, he turned to the side, causing the dark knight to miss our young hero and hit Substitute. The small victory was won, but the war was not over. The gold piece, enchanted to give the possessor unlimited power to win the war, was flying fiercely away. Gritting his teeth the young hero stretched out his arm to reach for the golden piece. Without it, there was an unlikely chance they would win, and he was determined. It was his job, and he would not fail his allies. He could feel the cold metal near his slender fingers ready to grab hold of the golden piece. Quickly he curled his around the metal piece and smiled triumphantly. He held the shining piece above his head, thwarting his enemies, and smiling happily.

He had just caught the golden snitch.

Draco hurried to the ground a big grin over his face. The captain patted him on the back and various team members congratulated him on his win. 'Substitute' was on the ground groaning, even though they had healed him up easily, probably a sore loser from Draco's amazing skills. Draco accepted the gratitude, though he didn't really say anything to the others. Practice ended after a pep talk about how their game was going to go tommorrow, and how NOT to get wasted. The captain wasn't meaning Draco of course since he was a good boy and didn't usually do anything stupid before a game. Every other day, maybe.

Draco quickly went home, changed, and talked to his mother a little bit before he headed to the one and only Hogsmeade. While he wasn't going to get drunk or wasted, he wanted a little something to celebrate his improvement and recent promotion to main team. Of course they had a substitute for him, just in case his Auror buisness prevents him from coming. So far Draco was one of the most improved since school. He had bought himself a brand new shiny fire bolt which he kept polished in his room, on a very expensive broom rack.

Draco took his father's cane holding his own wand, quickly polishing the snake head before heading out. Decided not wanting to be in the crowded room of the Three Broomsticks, Draco Headed over to the Hog's Head, for some peace and quiet. After ordering an old favorite, a butterbeer, Draco sat at the bar, taking occasional sips from his drink and just relaxing. All seemed to be going really well. All was well.

[cadencealdersey]

The years after her mother and baby sister's deaths had been hard on her father. He seemed to live as if in just a blur, only noticing his eldest child when it was for something he didn't quite approve of- or rather, when he could slur out a criticism that was either shrugged off or returned with a spiteful snap. Cayde and her father had a very troubled relationship, and their lives seemed to run in the lowly rut he had dug through drinking. But today, something was different for Cadence.

The day had started as any other. She woke, had a spat with Darren, took a run, had breakfast and went about the normal routine. A completely average morning. So why, then, was something itching at the back of her mind? With no real reason, Cayde stepped out of the shower and went directly to a small list tacked to her wall. The list, a simple scrawling of dates- some already scratched out- would have held no significance to any other who may have entered the Aldersey home, lest they be Quidditch fans as the writer of said list was. And that was when it hit her.

"Tomorrow,"

[/b] breathed Cadence, a quick grin spreading over her face. Tomorrow was the next Quidditch match, one she had been waiting nearly all summer for. Her excitement was nearly palpable as she scampered to her room to finish dressing. This was a cause for celebration! And, should the home-team win tomorrow, not even a snide remark from Darren-the-drunkard could knock her down. She snickered softly at her mental remark, towling her hair off so the drippings wouldn't leave a puddle for her to slip in. That would be just her luck.

Donning a pair of comfortable shorts and a simple blue and bronze striped T-shirt, she made her way down stairs and out the door. She hummed cheerfully, almost skipping as she made her way toward Hogsmeade. The day was warm, making her cheer just that more tangible. She loved the sunshine. With a giddy grin she meandered into the Hog's Head, traversing her way up to the bar. "Pumpkin Juice, please," she ordered, a bit notalgic for school to be in. It was just a little longer, she could wait. Besides, more important things were at hand, England had a game tomorrow!

Looking side to side from her seat at the bar, Cayde grinned all the wider upon seeing her company. 'Speak of the Devil and here he shall come!' she thought with a giggle, having spotted the Seeker to the English team. After a few moments of thought and a sip from her drink, she said aloud, "Excited for tomorrow?"[/blockquote][/blockquote]