``Losing Sight || RIAN

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``Losing Sight || RIAN Apr 8, 2013 2:07:10 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2013 2:07:10 GMT -8

Quidditch. Since the Pitch on school campus was closer to his house. Cillian decided that it would be a good idea to get in a few rounds of practice on his off day. It wouldn't be nearly as extensive as a Tutshill T's practice, but he needed to be doing something. Aislinn was busy teaching and Teagan was at her grandma's house which left Cillian M. Gallagher to his own devices. Already given up pot to be a better father to his daughter and soon to be husband to his lovely girlfriend. Cillian wanted to make sure he was in prime flying and money making condition. The only issue with that, happened to be the fact that every time he decided to get on a broom the only thing that went through his head was Rian Lewis.

Taking in a deep breath as he landed and brought the bludger back down to the box, Cillian fought it back in before latching it and closing the case. Standing as he held his broom. A water break was needed. Killswitch didn't want to push himself too hard on an off day as they were meant for relaxation. That was before he saw a person crowning the top of a hill. Sitting down on the trunk that held all of the specific balls for a proper game of Quidditch, Cillian downed half of his water bottle in one go. About choking on it as he recognized the face that belonged to the person.

Freezing as he sat on the trunk, his ginger hair swept to the side and sweat dripping from his brow his eyes rest upon the one person he didn't want to see. The one person he wasn't prepared to even talk to. Rian Lewis. Closing his eyes Cillian looked down at the grass between his feet hoping the guy didn't notice he was here, even though Killswitch knew that he should apologize to Rian for taking him out of the game. Hell they even went to school together and played on opposing house teams for a short amount of time. Rian was only three years older than Cillian, granted Lewis was a Slytherin and Gallagher a Hufflepuff.

"Hey Lewis, how's yer knee doin'?" It was the first thing out of his mouth, asking if a fellow Quidditch player seemed like the right thing to do, but he's still yet to apologize. The glory of that match consumed him, but after it was all done and over he was ashamed he didn't stop to see if the guy was really okay. Cillian knew he was going to be out for a while and if they pair were to have switched places he would have hated him. For a pro-Quidditch player, that was all they knew, they played everyday, strive to be the best, and Cillian took out the best and it pissed him off.

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``Losing Sight || RIAN Apr 17, 2013 17:57:44 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2013 17:57:44 GMT -8

Rian slowly walked up the hill, it took him longer now then during his time here at Hogwarts especially with this nagging knee. Blasted thing. He was sick of limping around and wanted so badly to be back with his team. Brutally aware of how poor they had been doing in his absence. Every day he came out here and forced himself to try and get better. Some days were good, others only made the pain and suffering worse. One day he had been teaching class and almost fell off of his broom due to the pain. Luckily one of his students was able to swoop in to help him, which was pretty embarrassing in and of itself. He was thankful to Dumbledore for letting him teach for the past month but he missed the thrill of the real games, practices with his teammates and the excitement of tracking down the snitch. He hadn’t dared to release the school snitch just yet, he was unsure if he’d be able to return it.

As he crossed the lawn to the pitch he saw a figure playing with the beater bat and the school’s bludger. He knew that none of his students were dumb enough to use the equipment when he wasn’t present or an official team practice was in action. He was sure that he had made sure that no one had booked the pitch for this time. He always came here when he knew it would be empty. He quickened his pace, as much as his knee would allow, and slowly got closer and closer. Until it hit him. He realized who the man was, not a student nor a stranger. It was one of the last people he wanted to see and he was sure that the man standing in front of him felt the same way. Rian felt his hand shoot immediately to his wand but he thought better of it, he had only been doing his job. A job that he applauded Murphy and Callahan for doing on a daily basis, it was part of a game. Nothing more to it, nothing less.

He heard the comment and he almost felt himself wince at it. Of all the ways to ask. He nodded to the man, seated now on the trunk. “Morning Gallagher. It’s holding together.” He didn’t know why he asked, was he really trying to rub it in or did he honestly care. Gallagher was called Killswitch for a reason, but he remembered him as the quiet, shy kid when Rian was a 7th year Slytherin. “Out here practicing by your lonesome? Where’s the rest of your team?” Rian was never good with small talk but he figured the longer he could keep it going, the more they could avoid the elephant on the pitch. He took a seat on a trunk a couple of feet from Gallagher. Wincing as he felt a shudder rush through his knee as he sat.

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``Losing Sight || RIAN Apr 21, 2013 1:01:17 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2013 1:01:17 GMT -8

Cillian noticed that Rian had put on a defensive stance, he didn't blame him. Honestly he was surprised he didn't pull out his wand and hex him right then and there. Glad that the Hufflepuff's and Slytherin's didn't really have too much of a rivalry, or there would possibly be more trouble. Hell, Cillian wasn't even concerned about house anymore. They were opponents on the field, but off the field and out of Hogwarts, what could they be? "Good, good." His eyes fell to his hands not really wanting to talk to Rian, but at the same time he needed too.

"We go' a t'ree-day suspension so we're na' allowed ta practice as a team. Ya know how tha rules are." Tapping the butt of the beaters bat on the grass Cillian took in a deep breath. Rian Lewis. "Oi, look Lewis. I really 'ope ya make a better than e'er recovery. Really miss playin' ya lot without tha challenge, an' they took ya away 'fore I could apologize. Honestly, if me contract didn' bind me tah be an ass, I would've stopped tha game righ' there ta check on ya. It's been on me mind since I got news that I took ya out completely. Really, I'd never wish tha' kind o' damage on anyone and now tha' I don' know if yer gonna be returnin' it makes me feel like even a bigger ass. Truthfully, I would 'ave killed me if I were ya."

Looking over his shoulder quietly, Cillian gave Rian a sorry smile. "It pisses me off tha' yer out fer a while an I feel like complete shit tha' it was me own fault." Getting a little uncomfortable with the apology he had to get it out, he had to let Rian know that he was irritated with what he did. "An' it scared me shitless ta think tha' we were goin' ta get inta a brawl o'er it an' tha' was tha las' thing I wanted."

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``Losing Sight || RIAN Apr 24, 2013 2:42:07 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2013 2:42:07 GMT -8

Rian could feel it coming, he knew what was about to happen. It was a conversation he was hoping to avoid but clearly Gallagher had no intention of letting this moment slip by. He had known this guy for a long time and had heard stories about him. They said he was a monster on the pitch, something Rian could attest to before this incident and especially now, but a true kind soul off. As Rian had laid in St. Mungos, for weeks he hated this man, he wanted to take the bloody bat and beat the bastard to a pulp. But now in this moments, he saw KillSwitch for what he was, a true gentleman of the game and someone with deepest regrets.

Rian had heard about the suspension, something he had felt was unreasonable the team hadn’t done anything outside of the rules, but the sport was hoping to get rid of injuries like Rian’s an impossible feat without ruining the game altogether. He put his hand up to stop the man’s apology halfway through, but Gallagher didn’t even slow, didn’t even notice. As much as this was for Rian, it was just as much for his own conscience and Rian knew he had to get it all out. “Cillian, I appreciate the apology but there is nothing to apologize for. As much as I would love to throttle you with the blasted twig, you were doing your job. If McCauley or Bones would have smashed one of your chasers, I would have been the first to buy them a drink. We play a violent game and injuries will happen, but you are a bigger man than I. Not sure I could have apologized.” Rian wanted to be angry, he wanted to yell and throw punches but he didn’t have that in him. He was a competitor at heart but the most important thing to him was his sportsmanship, he had never been a flashy play, never a celebration unless it was with his teammates. Rian was one of the best in the world and he knew it. But he was always going to act like he had something to prove because in his mind he did.

Cillian was one of the best in the world at what he did and it had come to no surprise to Rian that it was him who had crushed that Bludger. He felt like he owed him more than that quick exchange. “Before they took me off I called McCauley and told him to keep it clean. He wanted to brawl but he knew better than ignore a request from me. Listen dude you are one of the best in the sport, I’ve been lobbying to get you on the National team for the ’78 World Cup team, much rather have you protecting me than firing anymore bludgers at me” he laughed softly and hoped that this would lighten the mood and bring out the Kill Switch he sorta knew and enjoyed watching play. As much as Rian was considered one of the best in the world, at heart he was still a fan to the bone.

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``Losing Sight || RIAN Apr 27, 2013 10:57:55 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2013 10:57:55 GMT -8

As much as Rian Lewis didn't wish for him to apologize, Cillian was forcing himself to say sorry. He had to get the words off of his chest so he didn't appear to be the bad guy. Quidditch was a violent sport, he knew that, but at the same time Rian had been pissing him off so greatly during that game he couldn't help but make the guy an actual target. Something he never told anyone, but after the deed was done he felt like complete shit. Taking a school mate out of the game to top it all off was hard upon itself, but now that Rian wasn't playing Cillian felt horrible about the incident. If it were him to have been taken out the world would have been uplifted and he would have hunted the bastard down, but it wasn't him.

"I know, I know, tha game is violen' an' I know tha' we both were doin' our jobs, bu' I 'ate tha' I 'ave ta play people tha' aren't as good as ya." Cillian loved the challenge and the thrill of flying, he loved the sport for everything, but when he lacked sportsmanship, that was when things turned for the worst. He hated it, hated everything about it. Sure he loved having money and being able to buy anything his heart desires, but he hated the price that came with it. "Thank ya' fer listenin' Look, I- well Rian, I've been beatin' meself up 'bout this e'er since it 'appened, ya shouldn' 'ave called McCauley off, even though he was playin' much more rough, but 'onestly I think tha' I deserved him beatin' the shit outta me. I 'ate showboatin' and I 'ate the fans. I jus' play 'cause I love tha sport and i feel tha' I took tha' away from ya." The thought of playing for the 1978 World Cup Team was amazing.

Breathing in he looked over at Rian for a moment. "I don' want ta play fer the National Team if yer na' goin' ta be there. It ain' fair ta ya tha' I took a spot an' yer gonna 'ave ta watch from the stands." Ever since he was little, Cillian had always dreamt of being the big star, but now that he had lived it he didn't care too much for it. After the game fans always wanted to be in his bed, they wanted his autograph, and they wanted him, but Cillian didn't care for that. Of course in the beginning he slept with a few girls, and still he signs autographs for children, but only children. "'Ow long do they think its goin' ta take ya ta recover? It's been under wraps far as I know."

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``Losing Sight || RIAN Apr 29, 2013 16:52:04 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2013 16:52:04 GMT -8

Rian shook his head slightly, the man was never going to let this go. He didn’t know what else to say and he really just wanted the awkwardness to go away. He remembered the game well, he was never much of a showboat but that small part of him and slipped out that game. He had been mocking his opponent and it was working the bats jumped out to a huge lead. Cillian had even blasted two bludgers at him earlier in the match, but Rian had avoided both, including one where he jumped off his broom to do it. He didn’t have to but he was trying to be a douche. “I was pushing your buttons, long before you sent that bludger my way. I understand how ya feel, I really do”

Rian smiled as he said he would never want to play for the national team if Rian couldn’t. That it was unfair. “First of all, I call bullshit. If coach asks you are gonna take that spot, whether or not it feels right.” He laughed slowly to himself and took a step on his knee. It didn’t give, which was a good sign. He cleared his throat and looked at the Beater in front of him. “Second of all. I wasn’t saying that you could have my spot. I will be back by then and I will be leading the team to another world cup. Just hopefully I’ll have you there to protect my ass this time” he grinned at the man and laughed a bit to himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about the idea of actually having to watch a World Cup from the stands, it’s nearly impossible for him to imagine.

Then the question came, how long he would be out. The doctors never gave him a specific time or day or even a suggestion. It was tough for him, not knowing was terrible. “They…They don’t know. I’ve heard it all and I’ve gotten nowhere in my personal training. Honestly at this point I am pretty sure its just as much mental as it is physical. To be honest” he bent the knee and felt a slight twinge of pain but nothing major. He wanted to get into the air and give it a go. Which gave him an idea.

“Alright superstar. Wanna make it up to me?” He grabbed his broom and mounted. “Let’s see if you can hit me again. I’m a little rusty but I bet you won’t come close” With that last comment he kicked off the ground, careful to use his opposite leg. He took off and couldn’t stop himself. He had missed the freedom, the speed and the strength he felt in the air. He cut hard to his left and felt his knee push into the broom. He fought through the pain and headed back towards Cillian. He raised his arms in the air and looked down. “You coming?”

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``Losing Sight || RIAN May 1, 2013 16:03:08 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 1, 2013 16:03:08 GMT -8

Cillian sat and listened to Rian for a long while. What he said made sense and if the Rian was seriously taunting him that bad, Cill couldn't help but feel a little better about the situation. Sure he always wanted to be on the National Team, and 78' would be a good year. Teagan would be three and she could have an understanding of the sport. Sharing that with her would be something he could only dream of. Hopefully by then he would have a son, sure he would be younger, but it was still a great dream to have. A smile started to form at the edges of his lips. "Yea, but a' tha same time, it wouldn' be nearly as great withou' tha one n' only Rian Lewis." Cillian really wanted the guy to heal, he wanted Rian to fly like he did before, he wanted to play against him, maybe get traded to the B.Castle Bats. Sure blue was a nice color, but the pair would do some serious damage if they were on the field together.

"Well, man. I really 'ope tha' yer knee starts ta feel better." Cillian smiled for a moment, but then the brilliant Chaser had an idea. "Ah, c'mon, I can' be hittin' bludgers at ya when yer hurtin!" Spinning the bat in his hand, Cillian grabbed the broom and kicked open the trunk to release one of the two bludgers. It took off like it was nobodies business and Cillian also kicked off from the ground, awaiting the return of the small angry ball. "Are ya sure this is a good idea?" Whether it was or not, Cillian couldn't give up on a challenge, but to top it all off he didn't want to hurt the man before him. "Alrigh' 'ere we go!" Falling back a little he locked Rian in his sights and let the bludger fly at the guy. Missed.

Sniffing a little he had to loosen up ever so much. Hopefully no one walked in or watched the two. He wasn't getting angry at his opponent, but Rian told him to do it, so he would. Practice couldn't hurt. "Oh for fucks sake!" Soon he started to get into the groove, but with Rian as a target it was much different than playing in an actual match. He didn't want to hurt the guy and he definitely didn't want to damage his knee any further for fear that he would never come back.