Who: James Potter [
misterprongs] and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The
Paisley.
When: Now!
Ahem.
[ with a modest clearing of the throat and bright eyes, james potter looks like everything is Alright. everything is, in fact, not alright, and his closer friends may be able to tell -- but for all the world, james looks like the enthralled young man he usually is, ready to make a grand announcement. ]As some of you
may know, my birthday is at the tail-end of the very esteemed month of March, and while I normally don't
request gifts, I
do have a slight idea if anyone is so
inclined to celebrate the day of my birth. Or I can pay you for it, whichever your heart desires.
[ PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT as james allows his somewhat weathered golden snitch to flutter into view, and he snatches it out of the air without looking at it, offering a grin. ]I would like a broomstick. A
proper one, that flies, and allows for death-defying leaps, drops, loops, stunts, and otherwise perfectly suited to play
Quidditch, and before any of the ill-informed ask me what Quidditch is, allow me to explain the rules of the best game in the
history of wizarding kind. I'm told it's a bit like rugby and football, but in the air -- teams of seven, and three types of balls. There's the quaffle, which is handled by the Chasers, of which there are three, and each time the quaffle is thrown through the hoops on the pitch, it scores ten points! There's also two bludgers, which are two balls made out of iron that whip around trying to knock folks off of their broomsticks, and the two Beaters have got clubs to knock them around at other players, and to protect their own players. And there's the Keeper, their job is to block shots by he Chasers and protect the goal posts -- and then there's the Seeker, whose job it is to catch the Golden Snitch, which --
this.
[ as james holds up said golden snitch, which is struggling between his fingers. dealwithit.jpeg ]Catching it ends the game, and grants the team who catches it a hundred and fifty points. Which usually means you win the game,
but there're've been instances throughout history where the bloke catches the Snitch, but you lose anyway, 'cause some people don't know how to do math properly, which I imagine happens if you've been hit in the head one too many times by a rogue bludger, and I
think the last time it happened was in the early eighteen hundreds --
oi, Moony!
[ but it seems someone (and judging from james' indignation, remus) has grabbed at james' communicator, and there's a faint muttered no one cares, prongs, shut up before the feed is disconnected.
rude. ]