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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.))

Comments

[no_fastolfe]

I don't see how.

[All the button-nosed righteousness.]

[thestarspangledman]

Well, maybe you should play quidditch.

[no_fastolfe]

I'm much more interested in testing to see whether bludgers and snitches have emotion.

[thestarspangledman]

....Why?

[no_fastolfe]

Because we make them at least as cognizant as animals, but we use them like tools. Doesn't that make you wonder?

[thestarspangledman]

....Nnnot really.

[no_fastolfe]

[Unable to articulate why it bothers her without getting upset, Vasilia makes a huffing noise and stomps out.

This is why people think you're weird, Vasilia.