Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2013 3:41:45 GMT -8
Popping his knuckles Cillian snapped into place at the front gates of Hogwarts a bag full of awesomeness upon his shoulder and he climbed the all to familiar steps. This was his home for seven long years. He played on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team as a beater and was probably one of the best, even if they didn't win Cillian would push everything to the limits. It was here that he created one of his most famous moves called 'The Suicide Dive'. It involved hitting the bludger straight out in front of him and then flew directly at it only giving the opposing player a fraction of a second to dodge the returning ball as he dove out of the path. It was extremely dangerous and no one knew exactly when it would happen as he only used it in rare occasions.
Breathing in the air of the school he never forgot how glorious it was to play Quidditch when it didn't matter, when there were no fans, but the Gallagher boy never frowned when they lost. It was a pointless game of Quidditch, but now he was in the big leagues and everything mattered. Even though it was Parent's weekend Cillian was pleased to know that the Tutshill Tornadoes wouldn't be practicing as most of the players were previous attendees of Hogwarts, and what was a couple of days of missed practice? A lot. That was why he brought his broom with him. If he couldn't find anyone to practice with, which was unlikely, he could still manage a few laps, push-ups and some dodging. It wasn't that bad. Maybe he could get Caitlin to fly with him. A laugh came from his lips. "Like tha' would e'er 'appen."
There she was Kellin wasn't in sight, but Caitlin was sitting there in all her hyper-glory that he tried his hardest to sneak up on her. "Caity-Cat!" Wrapping his arms around his little sister was amazing. Since he's gone pro there wasn't much time to spend with family so he made every minute matter. "I got ya a sweet cape an' a pair o' shorts tha' ya can rock. Where the 'ell is Kellin 'nyway?! Oh pom-poms too!" Tossing the bag on the table in front of her on the table he laughed as he sat down next to her. "So, mum and da could'na make it. You know, bein' all busy and other things, so I told 'em tha' I would'na mind comin' an' spendin' time with me babah sister an wee lil' brother. Thought tha' it'd be a fun time ta spend with the both of ya." His accent was thick, a mixture of Britsh and Irish that it was almost difficult to understand unless you knew how he talked on a normal basis.
Stretching his shoulders out a little he did his best to ignore the onlookers. There would be time for autographs and all the other glorious, yet annoying, things he had to do for his fans. It seemed that other Quidditch players took it a lot easier than he did, but his mind was focused on family and that was exactly what he was going to put his all into. "Well isn' this an odd sort o' event, yah? When I was 'ere they ne'er threw us a parents weekend. Mum would 'ave killed ta see me in those days, bu' ya know I'm glad she didn'." Cillian did a lot of, irresponsible, things while in the walls of this school. Some could have called him a bully, but he wasn't even close. He hated practical pranks, he hated school. Actually he disliked a lot of things if it didn't involve fun. Seeing other people suffer was not one of those things.
That game against the Ballycastle Bats was actually one of his worst games. He felt horrible after he nailed Rian Lewis in the knee, it was more or less a career ending move and he hated what happened, but he was too scared to apologize. Cillian was certain that Rian thought he was an asshole and there was no way he could approach him without the fear of getting into a full on fist fight. That would have been a show for the fans. Cillian Gallagher gets DESTROYED by the Injured Rian Lewis During Parent's Weekend at Hogwarts. He could see it now. A suspension from the Irish-English league for at least a week. It would be horrible, but then again maybe it could put away some hard feelings, if there were any.
Cillian would have died if he was unable to play Quidditch even for a short period of time, but to be taken out of the game for a season. That was his greatest fear, but a season was better than never being able to play again. Pushing his reddish hair back on top of his head as he looked over at Cait. It was much louder on this end of the great hall than on the other. The Slytherin table had a black cloud hanging over all the heads. Silence was terrifying. Maybe he could throw a party after the formal for people who really wanted to get down. "Hey, Cait, who 'ere throws a good party 'n all? I've got a brillian' idea yer gonna say ya too, but I need ta know who ta go through. I mean, whose got tha booze, tha music n' all that jazz?" Cillian leaned forward and smiled at his sister as he grabbed a sweet roll from a basket before him. They were his favorite, actually anything sweet was a weakness, food in general. Even though he looked scrawny he had such a beautiful body build. He could have been a chaser easy, but a beater was what he had practiced his whole life for.
