Post by BLAIR KENDALL REID on Jul 12, 2023 21:10:03 GMT
"Will you sit still." An exasperated voice told the fidgety redhead kneeling in front of the chair the girl 0was sitting in. It wasn't Blair's fault she couldn't sit still, she'd been cooped up in lessons all day, and the lessons themselves hadn't been all that exciting which meant by this time of day Blair was about to crawl out of her skin, adding to that the plans and, well, that made it all the worse. "Am I doing your hair for a date?" The girl, a friend of Blair's asked around the elastic in between her lips as her fingers twined around Blair's long red hair and only barely did she manage to stop herself from shaking her head no. "Merlin no. You think I'd be wearing this for a date?" She gestured to the clothes she was wearing to the practice session with Mack she had planned. Of course, it hadn't hurt that the braid the girl was doing in her plait was both functional and served to allow her to keep her hair, easily her favorite feature, down without it becoming dangerous and obstructing her view. No, this was practical and if Mack happened to like the braids she'd asked to be done, well, so be it. She knew that it was both stupid and juvenile to do anything for his benefit, not only was he far too old for the barely 18 female he was also dating her aunt. Crushes couldn't always be helped though, and she supposed there could be worse problems than crushing on the hunk that was her aunt's boyfriend.
After her hair was finished and she thanked her talented friend for the assistance, for Blair could do many things but braiding wasn't in her skill set, she picked up her bag containing her treasured broom and headed happily down to the pitch where they'd agreed to meet. She knew it was unusual, a training session from the head of their biggest house rival but this wasn't any usual professor, either. This was an ex-professional beater for the Wasps Mackenzie Fraser. The man who'd played on the team of her first match, that match sparking a core memory and making her career goal that she was still working towards now. It wasn't just the inter-house championship and games she was practicing for, no, it was the professional world and to belong on a team there that she wanted more than she'd ever wanted anything else. The fact that Mack was nice to look at was just a bonus while she trained her ass off.
Getting to the pitch first, but also because she was there earlier than the time they'd agreed upon Blair took the time to stretch and loosen her muscles and clear her mind finishing a jog around the pitch when she spotted Mack arrive. Abandoning the second lap she did a wide circle and jogged over to him, waving a hand in greeting and then kicking herself for how lame that was. "Halò" She said in greeting, finding the common ground of Gaelic comforting, that was when he wasn't overhearing it used as a substitute for the foul language she'd end up in trouble for saying in English. Not many spoke Gaelic anymore but her grandparents had been raised with the language and had instilled it in their kids, which her dad passed to her though some words weren't an intentional lesson as much as a girl copying her da when something frustrated him. "I'm so ready for this practice today and after you leave, probably to go do some kissy face things with Aunt Ella, I'll probably stay out and do more laps." She was excited by the practice not just because it was the first active thing she'd done all day outside of the stairs around the castle but just to be able to relax and joke with Mack in a way she couldn't with any other professor. They could call it favoritism all they wanted Blair simply didn't care, it was more like retribution for her aunt dating her first crush.
After her hair was finished and she thanked her talented friend for the assistance, for Blair could do many things but braiding wasn't in her skill set, she picked up her bag containing her treasured broom and headed happily down to the pitch where they'd agreed to meet. She knew it was unusual, a training session from the head of their biggest house rival but this wasn't any usual professor, either. This was an ex-professional beater for the Wasps Mackenzie Fraser. The man who'd played on the team of her first match, that match sparking a core memory and making her career goal that she was still working towards now. It wasn't just the inter-house championship and games she was practicing for, no, it was the professional world and to belong on a team there that she wanted more than she'd ever wanted anything else. The fact that Mack was nice to look at was just a bonus while she trained her ass off.
Getting to the pitch first, but also because she was there earlier than the time they'd agreed upon Blair took the time to stretch and loosen her muscles and clear her mind finishing a jog around the pitch when she spotted Mack arrive. Abandoning the second lap she did a wide circle and jogged over to him, waving a hand in greeting and then kicking herself for how lame that was. "Halò" She said in greeting, finding the common ground of Gaelic comforting, that was when he wasn't overhearing it used as a substitute for the foul language she'd end up in trouble for saying in English. Not many spoke Gaelic anymore but her grandparents had been raised with the language and had instilled it in their kids, which her dad passed to her though some words weren't an intentional lesson as much as a girl copying her da when something frustrated him. "I'm so ready for this practice today and after you leave, probably to go do some kissy face things with Aunt Ella, I'll probably stay out and do more laps." She was excited by the practice not just because it was the first active thing she'd done all day outside of the stairs around the castle but just to be able to relax and joke with Mack in a way she couldn't with any other professor. They could call it favoritism all they wanted Blair simply didn't care, it was more like retribution for her aunt dating her first crush.