Time to meet|Poppy && Open

[Cammi Creevey]

Poppy… So that was the name of the girl that liked Julian. She didn’t have anything wrong with her brother dating anyone, but she had to meet her. She didn’t know much about the Finnigan family, except that their father died during the war. She needed to make sure that Poppy was good for her brother. She didn’t want him hurt. She needed to make sure that Poppy wasn’t going to break her brother’s heart. Cammi sent a note to Poppy and another one to Julian, telling him that she was going to meet with Poppy and where just in case he wanted to join them.

She grabbed her broom and left the castle. While she waited for Poppy, she could get some practice in. Hopefully, the pitch was empty. She didn’t care to practice in front of anyone that wasn’t on her team. Cammi didn’t want to give away any of her moves. If it was packed, she’d have to find another place or postpone the meeting and she really didn’t want to do that. She felt more at home on the pitch. It was her territory.

Luckily, the pitch was empty and she was able to practice. She stopped by the shed, contemplating on taking out the quaffle, but thought better of it. That was something to do if she had someone to practice with and she was alone. Cammi just flew around, practicing some of the tricks that she had learned throughout the years that she’d been flying. Some were very hard to do and she couldn’t do them without falling, but others were fairly easy and she had the hang of them fairly quickly.

As she flew, she kept looking towards the entrance to the pitch, looking for Poppy. She hoped that she would show up soon. Eventually, she landed and sat on the gra*s, her hands planted firmly behind her, holding her up. “What is taking her so long?” she asked herself in a whisper. Cammi sighed irritably, already coming up with the idea that she wasn’t going to like Poppy.

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tag: Poppy Finnigan && Open
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[Poppy Petal Finnigan]

Cammi Creevey… that would probably be one of his youngest siblings. Poppy could’ve sworn that she had met them all. Yet this one seemed to be under the impression that she hadn’t met her and now she wanted to. That made her a little uneasy, though she was sure that Cammi would like her. She hadn’t had much problems with his family not liking her. She replied to the letter and then went up to her dorm, where she changed into shorts, tied her hair back and grabbed her broom. Poppy began wondering if Julian had been invited and if he would show up.

As she opened the front door, she realized that it was a bit too cold to be wearing shorts. Well, if she was going to be flying, she probably wouldn’t feel the cold for long. Poppy held the broom over her shoulder as she walked, wondering if Cammi was already there or if she’d have to wait for her. She decided right then that if she wasn’t there, she would wait for only a few minutes before heading back to the castle. The girl wanted to meet her, which meant that she should be there on time instead of making her wait.

She noticed right away the young girl that was lying on the lawn. She kind of looked like Cho Creevey. That would have to be here. She thought of the age that his little sisters were. This girl looked like she could be a second or third year. “Would you be Cammi Creevey?” Poppy asked, looking down at her. “My name’s Poppy Finnigan.” She set her broom down gently on the ground and then sat next it and started cradling it on her lap. “What exactly did you want to see me about?” Though she was sure that she had an answer to that. She had to find out about her and then she’ll probably make the decision that she wasn’t right for Julian. “Is your brother coming?”

[esme]

Julian had received Cammi's owl that she was going to meet Poppy and that he was invited to come should he so choose. After deliberating over the issue of whether he should go or not go, he had decided it was in his best interests to go. If anything, it would keep Cammi in check and allow him to referee should his sister come to the point where it seemed she was attacking Poppy. The last thing he wanted his little sister to do was scare off his girlfriend, whom he cared deeply for. This was one way he could a*sure she would not do anything of the sort. Cammi was not going to come between he and Poppy.

The fifteen year old was clad in his usual attire for days he didn't have to wear robes. This entailed basically a long sleeve white tshirt that hung loosely and jeans. He had put shoes on, if only to walk down to the Quidditch Pitch with, and brought his broom. Considering they were meeting on the Quidditch Pitch, if he managed to get there first he could get some practice. If they were already there, both girls were Keepers so it might do them some good to practice with a Chaser, which he could provide. And, he loved flying and Quidditch so he wasn't about to waste an opportunity to play or practice.

Arriving at the pitch he realized that both young women were already present and he was the last to arrive. Well, he supposed that could work in his favor. He walked over to the two, broom slung over one shoulder and in his normal crouched position.
"Hello Poppy, Cammi," he said, nodding to both in turn. He granted Poppy a small smile when he turned in her direction.

"Cammi, I received your owl about the meeting. I decided it was best if I was present...," he said by means of explanation for why he was there. Julian had made his entrance.

[Cammi Creevey]

Cammi watched the red head approach the pitch. She looked okay, but that didn’t guarantee anything. She had to be perfect for him mentally. She wasn’t going to let her brother get involved with someone that wouldn’t allow him to be with his family or someone that might break up with him if she found someone else. Poppy had a broom with her. That was a good sign. Cammi wondered how good of a quidditch player that she was.

“Yes, I’m Cammi,” she said. Her voice didn’t really sound friendly. Through this whole thing, she wasn’t going to be friendly until she decided that she liked Poppy. “I know you are. That red hair makes you look like a Weasley.” Cammi watched as she cradled her broom. Was this girl insane? She was treating that broom like it was her baby. Sure, you had to take care of it, but she considered that to be a bit overboard. “Is that broom your baby? Cradling it like that makes you look like a freak. I’m not going to let my brother date a freak.” Cammi could call an end to this meeting now and tell Julian that he needed to stay away from her, but she wouldn’t do that. She owed it to Julian to get to know Poppy better.

Not only was she insane but she was also slow. She had described it to her in the letter. That was two strikes against her now. Any more and she would decide that she wasn’t right for her brother and tell Poppy to leave him alone. Cammi can come between them and she had a feeling that she would have to. “Interrogation purposes. I just want to see if you are perfect for my brother. I’m not sure if he’s coming. I in-” she began, but stopped when she saw Julian come on the pitch. “Hi, Jules.” Cammi laughed and decided to finish what her brother said. “Just in case I decide to go crazy on the girl?”

She looked at Poppy and then back to her brother. “Based on first impressions, she’s coming across as a freak and slow. Those are two strikes against her. Any more and I can’t approve of this relationship.” Cammi watched Poppy’s face after saying that, wondering about what her reaction would be. “Now, Jules, you can’t answer the questions for her. You can be the referee, but don’t play favorites. You are allowed to yell at her sometimes, too. Now onto the questioning, how old are you?” As she waited for the response, she thought of her next questions and decided that this could become brutal.

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tag: Poppy Finnigan, Julian Creevey && Open
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