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[thestarspangledman]

[--So, students of Floodholme, here's a probably very familiar sight. Yeah, it's that one kid. The skinny little fiesty guy who's roommates with Tony Stark and Keeper for the Cockerel quidditch team. That kid that looks like he's gonna break in half every time a quaffle flies his way. (But his team still wins, so ...there.)

Anyway, Steve's in the infirmary, looking -- slightly bruised, to say the very least. He's recuperating from a fall off his broomstick from the last quidditch game, courtesy of a bludger smacked his way. He might sound a little hoarse and out of breath, too. But he's got a pile of schoolbooks around him, and is looking very determined.]

Tony? Could you bring me the transfiguration homework, maybe? ...Or, uh. [He pauses to clear his throat a little, with a wince.]

I dunno. If anyone wants to say hello, that's alright, too.


((OOC: Welcome to breach!Steve. He's bitty, a Keeper, prone to getting sick, and the most stubborn sonofabitch you will probably ever meet. He's also best friends with Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes, a decent student, and a pretty friendly guy despite his teeniness.))

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[rass_bestie]

[Peylix finds time to come in, bringing in a book that helped him in the transfiguration homework and hands it over.] Ok, there's got to be some loop hole that we can exploit to get you some kind of shielding.

Where's Health and Safety when you need them? [He's about as skinny as Steven, if a little taller and far too sensible to go Quidditch playing.]

[thestarspangledman]

Probably cleaning up an explosion or something. [He's grinning, though, and takes the book.]

I dunno, maybe Tony can figure something out. There's a bonus to having a genius for a roommate.

[rass_bestie]

[He gives a snort.] I'll ask Narvin or Trip later. [Because if it's not one, it's the other.]

I'll give it some thought too, if you like. [He's no slouch in that department either.]

[thestarspangledman]

I'm sure we could all figure something out sooner or later.

[rass_bestie]

[He eyes him doubtfully.] I don't suppose I could convince you to bench yourself until I'm done?

[thestarspangledman]

The team needs me.

[rass_bestie]

[He sighs worriedly.] It's sport. No one will get hurt or wounded if you lose.

Besides, it might make it actually interesting to the spectators. You do win a lot, you know.

[thestarspangledman]

I can't help it if Bucky and I make a good team. [A little pause, so he can clear his throat.]

No. I'm not gonna let Arthas have that satisfaction.

[rass_bestie]

Arthas is going to spend the rest of his life in a dead-end job, if he even makes it out of here at all. Give him his satisfaction and keep your health. You each have a dearth of both.

[thestarspangledman]

I'd end up here even if I didn't play quidditch. [Because someone can't back down from a fight.]

[rass_bestie]

One less reason. At least the rest of it has nobility to it. [He has no problem with defending others.]

[thestarspangledman]

[A small, painful shrug.] I need a little fun. And quidditch is fun.

[rass_bestie]

[He sighs a little, but accepts the decision.] I should let you get your rest. I have detention anyway. Anything else you need before I go?

[thestarspangledman]

Nah, but thanks. Bucky's coming by soon.

[rass_bestie]

All right. Good luck.