Who: Quinn Fabray [
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
ravenclawquinn], Noah Puckerman [
puckingawesome]
Where: Quidditich practice pitch
When: Sometime mid-Thursday May 17th
Warning: None so far, but expect language, probably, Puck is here, afterall.
"Tutoring my
ass!"
Puck shouted at nothing and no one from the center of the training pitch. The lack of a response was more infuriating than it should have been, considering he'd known he was alone from the start. Still, he wanted confrontation, with anyone, anything, and there was just...nothing worth confronting anyone about. Nothing that he could actually solve with fight or an argument, at any rate.
He was stuck, without a choice (outside of saying 'screw you' and taking his lumps, which didn't really feel like an option), just having to suck up this impossible ultimatum.
You can't afford to mess up another year, Noah.If you don't pull up your grades, we'll have to reconsider whether or not it's fair to the other students to have you on the team.We've decided to require tutoring until you can handle the work load on your own.He scowled, and gripped the handle of his broomstick. Puck honestly wasn't sure what he'd come to the pitch to practice, since he was in too foul a mood to even want to get on his broomstick, and really all he wanted to do was fling it at a wall. Had he been able to afford another one he might have snapped it in half. Hurled it at the stone walls. Anything to inflict some sort of damage on anything.
As it stood, the only real option was to kick the walls in frustration; it hurt him more than it hurt the wall, as did when he hit it angrily, but it was something, and he ignored most of the pain anyway.
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}