-Here comes the BOOM (ready or not)- {Seth}

[Aleksander Nikolai Krum]

The thing about Bludgers was that they would either provide an excellent outlet for pent-up frustration, or they would hit you in the face.

Suffice to say that Aleksander Krum was not having a great morning.

He'd gotten up disgustingly early after sleeping fitfully all night, his mind whirling too fast over the utterly weird situation with Stanislav and Zabini, and over the Dimitrov Christmas party coming up, and over the little comments his sister made in her owl posts that he tried so hard not to let get to him because he knew she was just teasing (really, he did), and over that strange softness in Clover Zabini's voice when she'd asked him to the Malfoy New Year's Masque. Every dream he'd had was too vivid, disorienting, and every time he woke up, the whirlwind started all over again.

Eventually, he'd given up. He knew only one nearly-foolproof method for well and truly clearing his head.

Which is why he was flying alone on the Quidditch Pitch before the sun had even broken the horizon, bat in hand, a sheen of sweat across his forehead after letting two Bludgers loose and spending an hour zooming about the pitch and beating the bloody piss out of them.

Technically, they weren't supposed to do this; Bludgers had minds of their own, after all, and so any Beater looking to practice was required to practice with a partner, in case of any injury. But Aleksander was in a mood, and very sleep-deprived, and he was only legally allowed to bludgeon a ball with that bat. So.

Unfortunately, because Bludgers had minds of their own, it happened that they also didn't take kindly to the treatment he was giving them. That, or he was really in the wrong place at the wrong time. One second he'd been getting in a supremely satisfying smash on one of them, and the next, there was a crunch and a burst of fireworks and the ground flying up to slam into his back.

He was pretty sure he hadn't blacked out for too long, because his ears were still ringing when he groaned and opened his eyes.

Ow.

Aleksander gave himself a second to get oriented and make sure nothing was broken - the nose was questionable - before sitting up with a grimace, closing his eyes until the world stopped tilting. Absently he pointed his wand at his face and muttered the spell to fix any damage, winced at the sharp snap of bones popping back into place, and shook his head before standing up. Above him, the Bludgers were still racing about the pitch. Little bastards.

Any improvement in his mood was rapidly starting to dissipate.

As he looked around, he found that the next question was: Where the hell was his broom?

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[Seth Alec Greyback]

It was tomorrow. The full moon. He could feel it in his bones, literally. Tonight was his last night of controlled freedom... an oxymoron if he'd ever heard one. But that's what it was. A night where he could go anywhere he wanted, do anything he wanted, simply because he wanted. Tomorrow the animal would emerge. The wolf would be born unto the earth and would greet the moon and they would walk hand in deadly hand.

Alright, so deadly was a strong word. Seth's wolf wasn't one to seek out helpless victims to torture and maim for pleasure. But when he changed, he was a true animal. He hunted small creatures in the forest, ran the woods, marking his territory, and if he came upon something threatening, he defended himself.

None of that bothered Seth. He couldn't help what he was and his mother had spent a great many years taming his wild side and teaching him to master the nature of his wolf. He was nothing like his father or many other werewolves, for that matter. But he was still a dangerous predator and he knew to stay deep in the forest and away from humans.

But it wasn't that that irked him. Becoming the wolf was just a part of life; a part of himself.

It was the lack of control that he disliked. There was only so much his mother could do to help him... only so much anyone could do. But the instincts and the power and the hunger took over and he felt things that he did not feel during daylight hours.

No matter how many months passed, no matter how many times he changed, he would never get used to feeling things so intensely.

But for now, he was fine. Calm.

The sun would rise soon, and he knew he aught to head back to the school. He'd been walking the grounds for hours, enjoying the night, the dark, and watching the moon at the fullest he would ever see it through human eyes.

His feet took him to the pitch, naturally. A place he visited on a day to day basis, whether practicing Quidditch with his team, or going through his self made "obstacle course" on the off days. Either way, he enjoyed it. The physical exertion of the game, of flying, of maneuvering around and around, in and out.

Chasing was made for him.

Just as he stepped onto the field, a broom, flying straight towards him without an operator, soared through the air and landed on the ground at his feet.

The owner of said broom? Most likely the figure crashing to the ground on the other side of the pitch.

Seth was too far away to see who it was or if they were seriously hurt, but a moment later, the figure stood, and erased all doubts from his mind.

Picking up the wayward broom, Seth moved to the figure.

"Looks like this got away from you."

As Seth got closer, he gave the guy a once-over. He didn't look the greatest.

"You good?"


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[Aleksander Nikolai Krum]

Aleksander bent to pick up his bat from where it had landed a few feet away, keeping one eye on the Bludgers up above, but paused when he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps.

Sure enough, he had barely straightened up again before an unfamiliar voice said, "Looks like this got away from you."

He fought a wince. Of course. Of course there would be someone on the Quidditch Pitch at five o'clock in the morning to see the only time in his life that he'd ever been knocked flat by his own Bludger. Why not?

Well, it was done. Nothing to do but own up to it.

Aleksander turned to get a look at his unexpected audience. At least the guy was decent enough to return his broom, and he wasn't laughing at him - definitely not one of his Slytherin housemates. He looked familiar, though.

"You good?" the guy asked, and Aleksander shook himself out of his daze, reaching to take his broom.

"Thanks," he muttered to the first part before lifting his voice to a regular volume. "Yeah. Just...clearing my head." It wasn't really meant to be a joke, and his tone was grim, but there was a certain irony to it that made him want to roll his eyes.

Rolling his shoulders instead (and wow, he was going to feel that tomorrow), he looked the guy over again, trying to think where he'd seen him. A moment, and a flash of blue robes in his memory gave him his answer.

Pointing in the guy's direction, he slowly said, "Ravenclaw team. Chaser?"

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[Seth Alec Greyback]

"Thanks," Seth nodded as he handed over the broom. "Yeah. Just...clearing my head."

Broom in one hand, bat in the other, it was easy for Seth to piece together that this guy had lost a battle with a bludger. And, as if on cue, a bludger flew over their heads. He titled his head back to look. There were two of them, flying around and around, back and forth, doing a delightful dance together. It was decieving, of course. Bludgers were not something to take lightly... as his new friend seemed to have figured out.

"No better way than to get hit by one of those."

If bludgers were good for anything, it was definitely to "clear" one's head. He'd been hit by more than a few and could easily bring to mind the familiar sight of twinkling stars circling his head from the force of the impact.

"Ravenclaw team. Chaser?"

Seth nodded. He'd joined the team early on in his Hogwarts career. And Quidditch had turned out to be one of the few things he truly loved in life. The adrenaline, the speed, the chase. Every game was different.

He had a match coming up next week against Gryffindor. The urge began scratching at him to practice, practice, practice. It was partly the wolf... slowly clawing it's way to the surface. Wanting action. Wanting movement.

"And you're on Slytherin."

Seth remembered seeing him during their matches. He had a good memory.

The sun was rising now. Easing over the horizon in a glorious burst of color, clashing with the backdrop of darkness. There was still a good hour before he needed to get ready for classes.

"Want a spotter?"




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[Aleksander Nikolai Krum]

"No better way than to get hit by one of those," the guy said, and Aleksander managed a tight-lipped grin.

"They say you're not a real Beater until you take a Bludger to the face. Guess that's my promotion."

("They" being his father. Not that Aleksander would ever be mentioning this to him.)

Yes, he definitely remembered this guy. He'd been a Chaser on the Ravenclaw team about as long as Aleksander had been Beating for Slytherin's, and he was fast. The rumor was that he was part werewolf or something, but Aleksander had never liked gossip. Waste of time.

He nodded when the Chaser identified his House, and lifted an eyebrow as the guy's body language changed. Just a little - there was a twitchy energy around him now, restless, the same kind of restlessness that had tugged Aleksander out of bed before four a.m. to head out to the pitch.

"Want a spotter?" the guy asked, and Aleksander's eyebrows lifted a bit. He glanced toward the rising sun - yeah, they had time, and he'd been going for an hour but he was still on edge (and hell if he was letting that Bludger be the inglorious end to his practice).

"Probably be a good idea." Holding his broom between his elbow and his side, Aleksander extended a hand. "Krum," he said, picking up the whistling of an incoming Bludger and automatically lashing out with the bat in his other hand, sending it wheeling across the full length of the field.

Yeah. That felt good.

Without missing a beat, he finished introducing himself, "Aleksander."

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[Seth Alec Greyback]

"They say you're not a real Beater until you take a Bludger to the face. Guess that's my promotion."

Seth let out a breathy laugh. This guy was funny, but Seth had a feeling that he didn't quite know it.

"Krum,"

The familiar singing sound of the death ball coming closer rang in Seth's ears. And it was as quick, as clean, and as easy as signing your own name that the guy smashed the bludger away with one hand and extended the other for a handshake.

Impressive Seth thought.

He had a feeling that this guy was good. Good at a lot of things. And driven. He could smell it on him... sense it. It was like a tingle of electricity that ran over his skin; a shared energy that grew stronger and stronger within Seth himself.

Krum. He knew the name, of course. He assumed that it was his father who had participated in the Tri-Wizard Tournament all those years ago.

"Aleksander."

Seth extended his hand as well, gripped Aleksander's and shook.

"Greyback."

It was interesting; they both had names that came with certain assumptions, certain images, about who they must be, but in reality, Seth sensed that those assumptions were as far from the truth as they could get.

Seth definitely wasn't one to place judgement upon others regarding things such as blood status and family names. He hated that others did. It was ludicrous to him, to think that a person was some sort of lesser being based on their last name or the house the sorting hat placed them in or the blood that flowed through their veins. That last one, especially. Seth knew blood. He'd tasted it, and though he never intentionally harmed human beings, he'd had incidents when he was a pup and he knew that all blood tasted alike, no matter who it came from. Magical or muggle... blood was blood.

"Seth."

Seth pulled his wand from his back pocket.

"Accio broom." With a casual wave of his wand, his broom came to him like a heat-seeking missile from it's hanger on the wall of his dormitory.

Once his broom was in hand, he accio'd a bat.


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[Aleksander Nikolai Krum]

"Greyback," his new spotter said, and Aleksander's eyebrows twitched up just a little. Suddenly the werewolf rumor held a lot more weight.

Tomorrow was the full moon. In the back of his mind, Aleksander wondered if the restlessness had anything to do with that, or if it was just him.

Seth Greyback had a good handshake. Confident without trying too hard, just the way Aleksander had taught himself years ago. Dropping his hand, Aleksander stretched his abused muscles while Seth summoned his broom and a bat of his own. He couldn't suppress a lopsided grin as he looked up at the Bludgers and mounted his broom. "See you up there."

They ended up getting into a pretty damned effective pattern once they were in the air, Seth using that (admittedly insane) speed of his to flash across the pitch and hit the Bludgers in Aleksander's direction, giving him a run for his money in chasing them down and launching them back. He'd heard of some Muggle game similar to this - bad-mittens, or something - just hitting something back and forth, but Bludgers and brooms made it ten times more interesting. It was also much safer, being able to call out warnings to each other if the second Bludger happened to be heading in someone's direction.

And it was fun.

Aleksander found himself grinning again as their little game intensified, sweat starting to soak his training clothes even in the morning chill, and he couldn't help but be impressed. He wouldn't have expected half this level of Beating skill from a Chaser, and he was so fast that Aleksander had to attempt increasingly creative - and, often, accidental - stunts to get to the Bludger before it got by. (Even better was the realization that he could actually pull them off.) Adrenaline hummed in every inch of him, overtaking the tiredness from his first hour and numbing the soreness from his fall.

Enough adrenaline, in fact, that he spent ten minutes being mildly annoyed at being blinded by the sun before realizing just how long they'd been playing.

Abruptly Aleksander came to a halt, automatically whipping out his wand and tossing out a spell to halt the incoming Bludger in mid-air, and looked around. There was movement down on the Grounds; students were awake, some Third-Years sleepily heading toward Care of Magical Creatures, some Second-Years chattering as they headed to the Greenhouse.

Hissing a curse in Bulgarian, he gave his wand a hasty wave to send the Bludger sailing back down into its box, then flew across to Seth, who seemed to have halted the other Bludger himself. "Hey, sorry," he said, still a bit winded. "Lost the time. I have to get back. Arithmancy." He paused. "You're in that class, aren't you?"

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[Seth Alec Greyback]

"See you up there."

And it began. Seth straddled his broom and shot off into the air. The wind slammed him forcefully, like taking off on a roller coaster. He was a natural chaser, his wolf-speed giving him an almost unfair advantage at passing other players and tossing the quaffle through the hoops before the keeper could even blink. But this was completely different. He had no problems avoiding being hit by the bludgers; his reaction time and reflexes were superb. But hitting the damn things... that was another issue altogether.

He was fast, but he had no aim. He chased down the bludgers and smashed his bat into them, sending them off across the pitch in a random direction.

Aleksander was good though. He darted back and forth, up and down, and returned the bludgers with the force of a giant. His determination was evident... Seth could easily see the drive that he had. It was painted all over his face as he gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow with every swing at the bludgers.

Seth took deep, long breaths as he darted across the pitch to serve the next hit. His hands gripped tightly to broom and bat and his heart pounded in his chest. The exertion felt incredible. The game was fast and intense and just what he needed.

He could do this all day.

But, as quickly as it had begun, Seth noticed Aleksander stop one of the bludgers and look at the sun. It was daylight now. Time to go.

The whirling sound came from nowhere and if not for his wolf, Seth would have been smashed in the head and knocked off his broom. Lucky for him, though, he was unbelievably fast. With blurred movements, Seth waved his wand, muttered the spell, and stopped the bludger right near his head...

Sneaky little bastards, they were.

He was definitely glad to be a chaser.

Aleksander flew over to him.

"Lost the time. I have to get back. Arithmancy. You're in that class, aren't you?"

Seth sent his bludger after Alek's and it slammed into the box. He put his wand back in his pocket and sat up straight, stretching his tightened back.

He nodded in response.

"Formulaic equations about the percentage of magic present in precious stones that are used to make amulets at seven in the morning? Wouldn't miss it."

With that, he descended and hopped off his broom. He could have flown back to the castle but his body was still humming with energy and he preferred to walk... it calmed him.

He glanced back at Aleksander.

"Good game. You're a strong player."

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[Aleksander Nikolai Krum]

"Formulaic equations about the percentage of magic present in precious stones that are used to make amulets at seven in the morning? Wouldn't miss it," Seth said, and Aleksander had to exhale a laugh.

"No kidding."

He followed Seth back to the ground, but didn't dismount his broom, just grabbing the box of equipment to return to the shed.

"Good game. You're a strong player," Seth said as he turned to go, and Aleksander nodded.

"Could say the same for you," he said, pleased to find that he meant it. "You're quick. It's good practice." He pushed off the ground and hovered a few feet above it, ready to drop off the box and race back to the Slytherin commonroom in the best time he could. "Owl me if you're ever up for Round Two. Believe it or not, a lot of Slytherins don't make great spotters. We usually think it's pretty funny seeing each other get hit, since pretty much everyone deserves it for some reason or another." He rose a bit higher into the air and angled his broom toward the equipment shed.

"And kick Gryffindor's ass next week, will you? Whenever they win, they sing a song about it. I need to get through a few more months without getting expelled for inappropriate bludgeoning."

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[Seth Alec Greyback]

Jan 15, 2012 20:10:18 GMT Seth Alec Greyback said:

"Could say the same for you, You're quick. It's good practice. Owl me if you're ever up for Round Two. Believe it or not, a lot of Slytherins don't make great spotters. We usually think it's pretty funny seeing each other get hit, since pretty much everyone deserves it for some reason or another. And kick Gryffindor's ass next week, will you? Whenever they win, they sing a song about it. I need to get through a few more months without getting expelled for inappropriate bludgeoning."

Seth smiled and nodded his goodbye.

"We'll get them."

He watched Aleksander zoom off towards his common room. He then turned on his heel and moseyed on towards the main entrance. He wasn't in a hurry; he had plenty of time to make it to class.

He'd stop by the kitchens, first, though.

His skin began to cool as he walked back, his heart beat slowing down. It had been a good workout. Something he wouldn't mind doing every morning.

Grabbing his wand, he waved a cleaning spell over himself, jogged the stone steps up to the Great Hall, and with one last look at the Pitch, went inside.

He'd be sure to owl Aleksander soon. He already missed playing.

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