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d-cresswell:

-Shrugs- There aren’t many places to swim in Hogwarts so I do believe you’ll be fine. -Nods in a mock solemn fashion- Of course anyone could be fooled by my muscular body type, it’s a frequent mistake. -Grin- … Are you an early morning jogger? I always see someone running around the pitch as I walk to breakfast.

I do. Slughorn made it happen, or at least, he set up the interviews. I owe him much. I’d give yourself a little more credit. -Smiles comfortingly-

Only the foolish, dear Gwen. Only the foolish.

I don’t go to the Black Lake much anyway, so, whatever. -shrugs- I’m safe. The Quidditch Pitch is my niche. -puts her arm up and flexes it. there are no muscles present. just her thin, limpy arm but she smiles widely anyway- Maybe you and I should arm wrestle. What do you say to that, Cresswell? I’m a beater so, I like to work out my arms.

-nods excitedly- Oh yeah! That’s me! You see me every morning! Hey, you should come join me! It’s a great way to start your day.

-snaps her fingers- The foolish! Exactly! Couldn’t have worded it better myself.

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d-cresswell:

Water? Why is that? -Shakes his head as if that’ll rid him of the memory- I like to listen to classical music, and read. And fit into Ravenclaw stereotypes apparently. Not really the athletic type, but of course you can’t tell that. -Laughs- Errr, I haven’t got much spare time, between school work and my interviews at the Ministry - my dream. Anything else you’ll have to deduce for yourself, Ms. Jones. 

It might match the crystallized pineapple he’s so very fond of. 

Would there be any other reason to go?

I’m not a very good swimmer. -slightly reminded of a distant and disturbing memory she’d rather forget- I mean, you could drown you know… -looks at him for a moment and shakes her head- Really?! You’re not the athletic type?! You could’ve fooled me! -laughs and as she nods- Classical music and reading? Wow. Look at you! I like to read too but I don’t really listen to classical music. My theme song when I run laps on the Quidditch pitch is the Eye of the Tiger. I’m very serious.

So, you want to work for the Ministry of Magic? That’s quite a dream. But it seems as though, you’ve close to achieving it because you’ve already got interviews! I’m nowhere near in achieving my dream actually.

-eyes widen in amusement- He has a crystallized pineapple? I should really start talking more to Slughorn!

No. Food and moustache are reasons enough. Who could turn down an invitation to a party that has food and a blonde moustache?

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d-cresswell:

-He nods, though the name has no significance to him. Dirk isn’t an avid follower of Quidditch, he makes a mental note to ask Landon later- That’s what they say. It’s pouring! Raining cats and dogs, as my parents would say. 

-Crinkles his nose- It wasn’t a pleasant experience.

He’s been growing it out lately, thinking of colouring it. Now I’d like to see that.

Don’t worry about it. I have a ridiculous fear of water. -looks at him sympathetically and pats his shoulders lightly- So, because you’re not too fond of flying, what else do you like to do? There must be something more to Dirk Cresswell than a fear of heights.

He wants to colour his moustache? I think a blonde shade would look nice on him. -nods slowly-

I’ll go to the meeting for the food and the moustache, actually.

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(( Ahhhh!!! I’ll be back in an hour or so. Going out for dinner and stuff! DIRK’S MUGGLE, I’m Minna and I love you and I think you’re great. We’ll continue when I get back? ))

d-cresswell:

Then thank you, Gwen. That won’t matter to anyone when you’re a famous Quidditch player, which I assume you want to be. One has to be dedicated if they’re practicing in this weather. -Smiles- Besides, eggnog is delicious. With my eyes closed and praying for my life.

It’s beneficial. Slughorn’s eccentric but you get used to him. Come with me, the next meeting.

Also, he always has great food.

Holyhead Harpies is the dream, Cresswell! And well, practice makes perfect, right? Besides, as much as people say winning isn’t everything, it still kind of feels nice. -looks out the window- The weather’s not that bad. You get used to it. -grins- Oh poor you, though, I would have loved to see that.

Slughorn’s great. Great moustache too! -pauses for a moment- Sure, why not. He’ll jump for joy and start singing when I tell him that I’ll go to the next meeting.

Good. Because I love food.

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