A fine day for Quidditch [Open]

Medea grinned. The weather was perfect, the wind not too strong, the sun not too hot. If it wasn't for her sudden surge of adrenaline, she would be sprawling on the grass.
She wasn't in the mood for rolling down the hills either. What she wanted, was to try something that she hadn't done since Hogwarts...Quidditch.

Sliding the trunk off the back of her shoulders, she placed it on the grass. She sat on it. It would serve as a seat until people came. Medea had invited some people who worked in the Quidditch department during the times she saw them during lunch breaks in the Atrium...what would Quidditch be with just one person?

'Oh when the saints' started to hum from her lips as she waited.

"Oh when the saints go marching-"

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"There-" she faltered upon seeing black smoke"Oh it's just you" One would believe the disappointed tone in her voice if it wasn't for her grin that was plastered ear to ear.

Her purple eyes searched round on whether they had any company before returning to her Deatheater friend.

"I was going to play some-" The shaking box finally managed to throw her off "-Quidditch, but i guess some people are running a bit late" She grinned sheepishly, everything had turned upside down. She was lucky Blaire wasn't wearing a short skirt...or Blaine would have her head on the line.

"At least it doesn't smell, now that would be worrying" She gave a wheezy laugh, slightly winded from both laughing too much and the fall.

Medea rolled over so her face was face-down on the grass. How she had missed the smells of nature, both the good and the bad...She felt queasy of the constant invasions to her nose coming from the Amortentias back in the Ministry.

"Go ahe-"she coughed, ridding herself of a mouthful of grass"-ahead" she finished off. Medea's body relaxed, allowing the sun to soothe her sore back.

Medea grinned and started rummaging through her pockets. "Well, whilst waiti-"

She was interrupted by a squelchy pop. Before she knew it, three people fell from the air, on top of both her and Blaire.

"How many times do I have to tell you, don't let go-"

"It wasn't my fault you suddenly grabbed my hand!..."

Medea soon lost track of the argument as they two kept firing at each other. No longer could she see the blue sky nor the sunlight. Instead, her view was obstructed by black cloth. She was hoping that it wasn't someone's backside in her face...

"Jonathan Graham, at your service." The man lifted a hand to Blaire, not to help pull her up but to shake. He was oblivious to the fact that he was still sat on top of her.

He peered over his shoulder, to his two colleagues. "We have got the right place, right? I mean where's-There you are" He grinned when he spotted the crushed Medea, "We got your notice".

The weight finally lifted from her, she stood up and winced at the sound of cracking bones. She observed the other 'We', a man and a woman standing.
Jonathan unfortunately, was still sat on Blaire. Unfortunate for who though? Blaire or for Jonathan taking the short straw by landing on a Deatheater. His name was held some Muggle edge to it, something that may spark some aggression.

"Glad to meet y-" Upon hearing her threats, he immediately leapt up as if he just sat on hot coals. He edged towards his male colleague who was busy trying to contain his laughter.

"Some feminine charm" The man breathed, still laughing at Jonathan's frightened expression.

Medea rushed to Blaire to help pull her up, "C'mon, you don't want any wrinkles or Blaine won't be happy" Medea grinned, ignoring the pissed off aura surrounding her blonde friend.

The woman, who hadn't spoken a word yet, strode towards Medea and the blonde.

"So Dorchinade, your...friend will be playing with us?" her tone was formal, stern almost...a contrast to the other two.

Medea nodded, she sensed the way the woman spoke the word 'friend'...she guessed it must be surprising for someone, who worked in the Department of Mysteries, to be able to socialize. Medea shrugged it off, The Department of mysteries was a mystery to the other Ministry members.

"I'm Aeryn, he's Shane-" she nodded towards the man who was now catching his breath, "and Jonathan, you've already-"

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"-met" Aeryn finished off, eyeing the dark fog warily.

Aeryn smiled stiffly before returning to Jonathan and a now-calm Shane. Every now and then, she gave a cautious glance to the two brothers, then to Blaire.

Medea grinned a greeting to the two Hudson brothers as she fished out something from her pocket. In her hand, she held, what looked like, twigs wrapped in tissue. "Do you guys know about the Muggle custom of drawing straws?" 'custom' was an over-exaggeration...but it was Medea who said it afterall.
She was mostly aiming her question to the Hudsons. Even though child-Blaire had fascinations with Muggle board games, she was unsure as to whether the strict Pureblood family had ever tried this.

Aeryn looked slightly confused but Jonathan was quick to explain to her.

Medea giggled and shook her head, "It's not to decide who goes first, we've got Rock Paper Scissors for that"

"It's for the brooms" She grinned, "Just to add a bit of spice to the game" She lifted her hand, the brooms were coated in white tissue in order to keep the surprise.

Seven brooms for seven people, in the size of large toothpicks. They ranged from being the slowest, high-flyers to the fastest broom she could find. It took some trouble to raid the Quidditch supplies in the Ministry, but she managed.

"Pick one" She grinned, holding out her hand towards the six people.

[i'll use a random generator after everyone picks:3]

Medea shook her head at her friend "Mwahaha you don't get to," she said in a sing-song voice.

The two men from the Ministry were quick to take a stick.

"Firebolt, Firebolt, Firebolt," Jonathan chanted whilst crossing his fingers.

Shane looked over his shoulder, to a disapproving Aeryn. Smirking, he took an extra stick to fetch back for her.

Medea finally turned to Blaire, ignoring Aeryn's grumbles of how 'childish' this seemed. "Take your pick" she grinned, holding out the last two remaining sticks.

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[Have fuuuuuun Blaire ;)]

Medea unwrapped the tissue, revealing a miniature Nimbus 2001, "Now we just enlarge it." She grinned. At the mumble of an Engorgio. When the broom grew to the normal size, she lowered her wand. Sighing in relief, she had somehow expected it to instantaneously combust into flames...knowing her magic.

"I wish you luck, Dear Aeryn" Shane clapped the woman on the shoulder as she stared blankly at the tiny Cleansweep Eleven in her hand, "at least it isn't the slowest broom that exists". He held his just-average Nimbus 2000, "Nostalgia" he mumbled.

Jonathan, on the other hand, was brandishing his Moontrimmer, clearly excited about its height abilities. Out of the three, he was clearly the most enthusiastic.

"Now out of you three, there's the slowest and the fastest broom left," Medea called over her shoulder to the three Deatheaters as she started unlocking the many locks on the case.

"It's not that bad, it's one of the toughest brooms around." Shane addressed Louie. He clearly felt at ease around them, unlike Aeryn who hadn't spoken many words since she saw their smoke.

"So team-wise..." Medea counted the numbers, noticing there was an odd count.

"I'll sit down for the first half" Aeryn volunteered, "In case anyone gets injured."

Medea was oblivious to the distrustful glance she cast towards the two brothers. "I guess it's Ministry versus De-Hudsons" She grinned sheepishly, it had almost slipped out of her tongue.

"They can go first, we'll give them a handicap" Jonathan piped up, picking the last remnants of tissue off his broom.

Her fingers finally managed to undo the lock. Laid amongst dulled velvet, was the Bludgers, Quaffle and a small closed snitch. The box was still shaking violently, it was what happened when you find a Quidditch set in Borgin and Burkes...she suspected the Bludger's charm to be tainted with. All the more fun

'Sorry,' Medea mouthed to her friend. She threw a bat over her shoulder to Louie, keeping one to herself.

"Trust me, you guys'll need it" Shane grinned to Eli, "Us Quidditch guys have too much free time on our hands" He took it to himself to taking out the Quaffle since the girl was seeming to have trouble with the Bludgers.
He threw the Quaffle to Aeryn. "You can ref" He said in reply to her scowling face, "And you can help this girl here with the equipment too".

Medea sighed. What did they expect? She hadn't spent most of her post-school life playing Quidditch like they did. She pushed herself up, off the grass, holding a Beater's bat loosely in her hand. It had been a while since she had last played, her arms had most likely turned into spaghetti arms by now. The thought sent a grumble to her stomach.

"Beater?" Shane raised an eyebrow, she thought she had caught a wisp of disbelief in his tne but banished it immediately.

She nodded.

"Okay, Beater, Chaser, Keeper" he pointed in turn, her as the Beater, him the Chaser and Jonathan the Keeper. "Aeryn would usually be Seeker but..." he trailed off, eyeing the still scowling woman.

"It's her time of the month!"

Jonathan earned a death glare, one that could send the Grim Reaper himself running, tail between his legs. "Positions," she barked.

As everyone was busy talking or discussing tactics, Medea erected the six Quidditch hoops. They were slightly rusted but they still served their purpose.