(1940-01-19) Quidditch Blues
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Summary: Brody tries to cheer up Elise after the Ravenclaw's crushing defeat.
Date: 1940-01-19
Location: Ravenclaw Common Room
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Characters
EliseBrody

After Ravenclaw's crushing and humiliating defeat at the hands of the Slytherin team, Elise has been particularly down. She comes into the common room, her short hair pulled back from her face with barrets, and her robe tidy, but with a sad expression on her face. She quietly puts the books down and throws herself into a chair with a deep sigh.

Brody looks over and smiles. "Don't be so long in the face, little one. There's always next time." He reaches into his pocket and tosses a small ball, about the size of a snitch to Elise. "Press the button." He grins.

Elise looks up just in time for the small ball to bounce off her forehead. "Ouch!" she says, reaching up to rub the spot. She pouts at him.

Brody smiles and shakes his head. "Just press the button, will you? If you like it, you can keep it." He smiles brightly.

Reluctantly, Elise picks up the ball from where it landed in her lap. Turning it a bit, she presses the button.

As the button is pressed, a mini fireworks display erupts in front of her, no heat and nothing overly bright to blind anyone. It lasts for a few minutes before the ball closes back up. Brody smiles. "I was gonna use it during the match to help celebrate, but we didn't have much of a chance."

"Ooh!" Elise says when the mini fireworks display goes off. She smiles back at him… though it fades a bit when he mentions why he didn't use it before. "Yeah," she says, slumping in her chair. "We were rotten."

Brody raises a brow. "Rotten? Are you kidding? Have you seen Idrissa and Victoria? They got the snot beat out of them. We just weren't ready for that form of aggression. Don't worry. We'll be ready next time." He smiles. "Are you interested in Quidditch, or is this just House loyalty?"

Brody raises a brow. "Rotten? Are you kidding? Have you seen Idrissa and Victoria? They got the snot beat out of them. You just weren't ready for that form of aggression. Don't worry. You'll be ready next time." He smiles. He looks to the girls' tower. "I think Victoria's in there if you wanna talk with her?"

Elise sighs and wiggles down further in her chair. "I saw," she says dispondently. She shrugs at the suggestion of talking to Victoria. "What are you studying?" she asks.

Brody raises a brow. "Rotten? Are you kidding? Have you seen Idrissa and Victoria? They got the snot beat out of them. You just weren't ready for that form of aggression. Don't worry. You'll be ready next time." He smiles. He looks to the girls' tower. "I think Victoria's in there if you wanna talk with her?"

Elise sighs and wiggles down further in her chair. "I saw," she says dispondently. She shrugs at the suggestion of talking to Victoria. "What are you studying?" she asks.

Brody shrugs and holds up his History of Magic text. "My only weakness right now." He grumbles. "I hate books, too." He tosses it aside. "How are you doing? Getting ready for your OWLs?"

"That's an unusual thing for a Ravenclaw to say," Elise observes. She shakes her head. "Not for another year and a half or so," she tells him. She reaches up to play with her hair, which falls mid-neck in a short, slightly wavy little bob.

Brody shrugs. "I'm more into practical learning. Show me how this will work in the real world." he grins. "I really don't need to know what happened hundreds of years ago. It has nothing to do with what I'm doing now." He says and nods. "I know.. I'm not really popular amongst the book purists."

"But it has everything to do with what you're doing now," Elise says thoughtfully. "Every moment we live is built on countless moments that have come before. And there are things we can learn from history - mistakes we shouldn't repeat, the thoughts and feelings of our forebearers. Books are just… the best way we have of recording all that." She frowns a little. "Like little windows into the past."

Brody shrugs. "Look out the windows into the present. Have we really learned from the barbarity of our past? I understand that philosophy, only it doesn't fit until people actually learn."

"Well… people aren't habitually burned at the stake, any more," Elise points out. "And boiling prisoners has completely disappeared by now." She pauses. "And no more coliseum sports."

Brody raises a brow as he looks out the window. "Really? Then why do we have to keep all this hidden from the Muggles? Because if we didn't, those burnings would start right back up again." He smiles. "You hold a great debate. I'll give you that much."

"Muggles don't understand magic," Elise points out. "It's… just human nature to fear what we don't understand." She tugs a bit at her hair, frowning. "Anyway, real witches weren't burned, everyone knows that." Indeed, there were protection spells that any witch (or wizard) worth their salt could easily cast the Flame-Freezing Charm to keep the flames at bay and enjoy a mild tickling sensation. "Wendolin the Weird let herself be captured and 'burned'," she uses air quotes, "How many times?"

Brody laughs and nods. "I don't know for sure, but I'm sure it's in that book." He says, pointing to the text. He grins. "You didn't go to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"Didn't really feel like celebrating," Elise sighs. "What about you?" She toys with the fireworks ball, turning it this way and that.

Brody shakes. "I was supposed to go with someone but she ended up backing out. I don't go into town all that often." He looks over and smiles. "Just because you lost doesn't mean you can't celebrate. At least you didn't get hurt?"

Elise isn't quite ready to be appeased, it seems. She just shrugs and pulls a chocolate bar from her pocket. She breaks off a little bit and eats it, then silently extends it toward Brody, offering some to him.

Brody smiles and waves it off. "No thank you. Enjoy." he grins. "Come now. Cheer up. Classes resume tomorrow and we'll be back to our daily regime."

Elise nods, takes back the chocolate, and has another piece before putting it back into her pocket. "I just want to go home and meet the orphans we took in from Germany," Elise says. "It's strange to think of my parents raising three little children in my home, whom I've never met."

Brody nods slowly. "Oh, so you're looking forward to the end of the year then?" He nods, smiling. "I.. don't even know what I'm going to do when I get home. After spending 6 years here… The Muggle world just seems so far away and foreign.."

"Aren't you going for your NEWTS?" Elise asks curiously.

Brody shakes his head. "That's next year. I've been studying now, but it's like you and the fourth years getting ready for the OWLs." He shrugs. "There's still one break in between, and I don't think we're allowed to study for the outside of Hogwarts."

"Who's going to stop you?" Elise asks curiously. "I mean… besides being Underaged… but you can still read and practice saying the spells even if you can't cast them."

Brody shrugs. "Possibly. I should probably bring the books home, though I'll be more interested to see what my father has in his workshop now." He grins. "That little ball's an invention of mine, but my father's been making things like that for as long as I can remember. I used to help him when I was younger.."

"Aw, that's nice," Elise says. "And on that note," she says, "I really ought to review my notes." She drags her books into her lap and opens the first one.

Brody smiles and nods. "I'll leave you alone. Have a good night." He says before heading to the boys tower.

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