sparkle baby [s h i n e] || elise !

[Tristian Potter]

Elise jumped in her seat from the sudden scream of excitement uttered by Tristian before quickly going back to her tranquil state. Tristian chuckled at her alarm, at least there was one normal thing about her. However, Elise wouldn't be the girl Tristian loved without her abnormalities.

"You're such a Quidditch dork," Elise said, laughing.

"I am not a Quidditch dork. I am by no means a dork of anything, thank you very much. I am rather a Quidditch....fanatic you could say. It is going to be livelihood and all," he replied, an undertone of defiance etched in his voice. "Now, you however, are just a dork. But you are my dork, so it's k."

"I bet you'd be able to prophecise the win better than any Seer could, I'd bet on it."

"Nah, I've been wrong several times. Every team has the occasional upset. Like last season against the Wigtown Wanderers and the Appleby Arrows. The Wanderers were undefeated and the Arrows hadn't one a match, but they came back and won the game. It was a great game really, the score was 560 to 420 when Appleby caught the Snitch. Ended up winning by 10 points," Tristian said idly. If Elise could brush the compliments away, he could make an attempt to as well. "I had predicted the Wanderers to win by 130."

Back on the pitch, the Puddlemere Keeper had just thrown the Quaffle back into the game to one of their Chasers. The Captain of the Raptors team, Nick Valente, shouted to his beaters the Dopplebeater Defense while the three Chasers set up the Parkin's Pincer.

Patrick Cooper and Drew Conte set up the Dopplebeater Defense, flying towards the nearest Bludger. In sync with each other, their bats hit the Bludger sending it flying to the Puddlemere Chaser. Along with the Bludger zooming towards the Chaser, the Raptor trio was flying towards him from three different directions. It was enough to cause fright into any Chaser and the Raptors were well known for the combination defense, dubbed the Raptor Rage.

Waverly grabbed the dropped Quaffle as Valente called out the next play formation, another Raptor original. Waverly darted upwards, drawing the defender, before doing a reverse pass to Hawk. She threw a long pass to Valente, near the bottom of the pitch by the scoring area. Valente flew straight upwards, a long distance above the hoops. Two Puddlemere Chasers were beside him on each side, the other guarding Waverly. Hawk was positioned almost directly below Valente. Valente dropped the ball purposely, right into her hands, and she scored again.

[Elise Mogel]

"Quidditch obsessor. I'll settle with that." She said with rolled eyes. "And if you're not a dork then I'm not a dork. I'm a person with ecclectic talents and obsessions." She smiled, letting the 'my dork' thing pass.

Such a modest person. He still needs to work on that. She thought. "Aren't you the modest one? Who killed Tristian and put this fake up that can't properly be modest?" She said, facing him and resting her chin on his shoulder. "You've still got a boaster's tone." She poked him a couple times, and gave him a eyeroll, slumping back into her previous position.

Okay, Elise was glad she wasn't betting on the Puddlemere's anymore. The scores were already stacking up, and the Seekers would only get closer. Or more, the Puddlemere one would get farther, lost, and loosing her chances, and the Raptors only getting closer. There goes that.

"I take back my bet, if you're still thinking about possibly taking it up. I admit my Seer-ing needs some work, but you still haven't let me peer into your soouuuulll!" She said the last part with her mystic voice. She always wanted to know about people with her Seer's eye. It gave her more information about the person, more data to base her decisions on. And it really helped for trust reasons too.

[Tristian Potter]

"Quidditch obsessor. I'll settle with that," Elise said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "And if you're not a dork then I'm not a dork. I'm a person with ecclectic talents and obsessions," she concluded with a grin.

"Quidditch fanatic. It has a better ring to it, you see, my dearest. Much better than Quidditch obsessor," Trist replied, watching the match before him. "Well fine, I apologize my lovely love. You are not a dork, but rather a person with eclectic talents and obsessions. However, you still remain my love with eclectic talents and obsessions. And you have to settle with that."

"Aren't you the modest one? Who killed Tristian and put this fake up that can't properly be modest? You've still got a boaster's tone." Elise questioned, turning towards him and resting her chin on his shoulder. She poked him several times, giving him her classic eyeroll, before sliding back into the previous sitting position that she had once occupied.

"Now, now. I never claimed to be modest, and I shan't because I'm not. I wouldn't be your good ole lovable Tristian Potter if I was, now would I? So now that we've gotten it settled that I'm not a modest person, it's quite okay if I have a boaster's tone. Right, right?" Tristian said, smiling lightly. Ah well. I shouldn't be who I'm not anyhow, he thought.

The scores were staking up as the Raptor's continuously let the Quaffle fly through Puddlemere's hoops. By this point, with the score at Raptors 270 and Puddlemere at 20, it wouldn't matter if the Puddlemere Seeker was able to catch the Snitch or not.

"I take back my bet, if you're still thinking bout possibly taking it up. I admit my Seer-ing needs some work, but you still haven't let me peer into your soouuuulll!" Elise said calmly, her Seeress voice taking over for the last part. She won't ever let up on that, will she? Tristian thought with a sigh.

"Smart choice, my dear girl. The facts were just too simple for Puddlemere to possibly win. I'll let you go this time with a kiss," Tristian said, a wide grin spreading across his face. "As for peering into my soul, this isn't the time or place, eh? At the middle of a Quidditch match, oh no. I have to watch this. My career depends on it!"