Blood Battle

[Frankie]

Frankie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4

(Crack flyer bonus taken away by Christian's spell)

Frankie almost lost his balance but he managed to pass the group and go a few feet before he had to hop off his broom and catch it from flying away.

"Come on Draco can you cross the finish line sometime before I graduate?"

That would have been a better race if Draco was even trying. Maybe he was trying to lose. Some sort of reverse psychology or something? Ungh...

[Chloe Luna]

"WOO HOO! Go Frankie!!!"

Even if Draco stopped trying, a win was a win so Chloe was going to cheer for Frankie even if everyone else seemed to have gone rather comatose.

[Fallon]

Fallon had crossed her arms and held a firm pout on her face, aimed at Draco. She wanted him to win, and right now if Frankie kicked his butt any harder Draco would land all the way back in Germany. Draco was sooo gonna prove himself later!

A thought popped into Fallon's head that changed her mood a bit. Frankie's win was basically grounds for being targeted. Hmm, need to come up with something good to get him back. Fallon's pout switched to a devious grin.

[Tommy Ashbourne]

"Frankie wins..."

Tommy said with about as much enthusiasm as he greeted the prospect of detention. Then he just wandered off the pitch having completely lost interest or any shred of possible respect geared toward Draco.

[Draconis Kuntzler]

"Whatever... it was a lucky run... and you had a teacher helping you out. That's so first year to tattle to a teacher about whats going on. So you haven't proven a thing. You're still worthless Frankie, only now you're a worthless tattletale who can't fight his own fights without a teacher there."

Draco said as he finally joined Frankie at the finish line and shook his head not about to acknowledge that Frankie might have won the race fair and square. He glanced over and spotted Mikhael sitting with Fallon and got 7 shades of jealous.

[Fallon]

Tommy announcing that Frankie was the official winner had wiped the grin right off Fallon's face, back into pout mode. She watched Draco, waiting for him to be finished with Frankie. Her head tipped at Draco when she saw the look, and Fallon had to turn to see why. Oh, right, that guy was still there. Meh, no interest. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say she didn't care for the guy, and she didn't. Fallon was with Draco, and highly doubted Mikhael would be able to sway her. He was so moody after all, what fun was there in someone always so dark and moody?

[Frankie]

"And you're a sore loser."

Frankie huffed, trying not to let Draco's persistent put downs get to him.

"You still lost... and you're still my slave for the week. So for the rest of the week you cannot say or do anything mean to anyone at all."

Thats all he wanted anyway, was for Draco to stop being an ass hat.