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"Heh, of course. We have our malleable quidditch player. What else is more valuable than that?[/color]" Sylvester snickered though he stopped when asked where Ian was. That was a good question. Just where in the hell did that roughneck seeker get off to anyway? Normally he would be sitting by the Griffyndor table in the dining hall just like the rest of them, if they actually decided to not sleep instead of getting an early start of the day. [color=0054a6]"I wanted to challenge him to a spar. Magic or fists, it really doesn't matter to me, but so far we're even thirty to thirty and I want to get the upper hand against him.[/color]" Ian was one of the few people in their year that Sylvester thought he could go all out against whether they were boxing or dueling with magic. No matter how gruff and cold the American was, he had Sylvester's full, unyielding respect. Hence why Sylvester has a tendency to challenge Ian to spars. That and he was the only other person in school that he knew boxed. It's not easy finding a guy that he can trade physical blows with in a place where people are so dependent on magic.

Sylvester shook his head at Darius. [color=0054a6]"No no, you misunderstand. When we are actually practicing out on the field I want you to play as a seeker, but I'm asking you a favor. Outside of practice I'm helping Genvieve improve her flying, but I figure that I'll need one more person to help me with those bludgers. I'm not sure if our main beaters are back so I'm asking you to help outside of practice. Capiche?"[/color] He leaned back in his seat and watched Darius stand back up to go get his quidditch uniform, but he motioned him to sit down. [color=0054a6]"We don't have practice right now so you may as well relax before classes start. I hope you didn't slack off while you were away, Darius."[/color] He smirked coyly at him.