Recent content by Michael Watson

Michael wondered if he'd accidentally left some tissue on his face from shaving or something, the girl seemed a little awkward around him. He rubbed his chin half-heartedly, somewhat subtly checking while wondering who else might have sent him a rose. "Oh, thank you," he said, politely, grinning...

not me organizing the event and then forgetting to reply to threads Michael gratefully took the rose, he had expected to get one from Margo but it felt a bit embarrassing to actually be handed a red rose. It wasn't a bad thing, by any means, he just felt a bit shy about it, especially in front...

Michael kept his eye on proceedings, it was a little lower energy today but that was okay as long as they brought it for the game.

Michael somehow managed to stop fidgeting as Margo came into view (although he did wring his hands just a little bit, at least he was visually distracted). He sighed in relief, at least taking this as evidence she didn't feel completely put off by his note and never wanted to talk to her again...

Michael kept an eye on proceedings.

Michael honestly hadn't been thinking when he'd signed off his note to Margo. Which was strange, because usually he overthought everything to a painful degree, usually to the point of inaction. But before he'd even realized it, he'd signed off with 'love', and when he'd gone to change it...

Michael sent the quaffle back out into play, giving Lucy a small hopefully reassuring smile.

Michael had barely even made it to the hoops before he was hit by a bludger. It was never a pleasant feeling, but he couldn't fault Lucy. "Oof, good one!" he called, settling into position.

Ravenclaw,Practice Michael was still a little disappointed about how their game against Slytherin had gone. Of course, he was happy to progress to the house cup match against Gryffindor, it just felt a little hollow. He was, however, very much convinced Ravenclaw would have won regardless, and...

I had to go respond in the stands :r I'm just imagining Michael gesturing at the game then looking back at Monday, Audrey and Lucy like "see that? Yeah, don't do that" (so i hope it continues next game)

Michael had a notepad with him so he could make some observations on today's game. Also to cheer on Hufflepuff, but he would have been remiss in his duties as both opposing captain and hopeful journalist not to take notes. He had been right about the Slytherin seeker, that boy just couldn't...

Michael had been not as busy as he could have been today, he wanted to make sure the dance went really well tonight but aside from that had mostly just been catching up on schoolwork when he wasn't doing Quidditch practice. He wasn't expecting many roses, mainly just the one really, so he'd gone...

Michael was making sure he was well and truly ready for the next game, sure it was a team sport but he also needed to be in peak condition so he was setting a good example. Gryffindor were a strong team, and he couldn't take them lightly. Though today, he had to admit his mind was elsewhere. He...

Michael may not have always known what to do - in fact, he rarely knew what he was doing, in all honesty - but if there was one thing that could be said for him it was that he was a patient young man. Really, he knew that all of this was up to Margo to tell him or not and if she hadn't told him...

Michael awkwardly steered the both of them to the side of the room, feeling extremely guilty for having brought it up but at the same time, at least a little glad they were clearing the air. Even if it wasn't necessarily the best time for it. In fact, possibly the worst time for it. He hesitated...