Post by THERESE ADILENE DEVEREUX on Apr 18, 2023 15:44:16 GMT
Therese Devereux wasn’t known for her spontaneity. Lately it felt like all the changes she was making were half baked ideas destined to fail. She’d had a good career in France, and now she suddenly thought she had what it took to be a quidditch player? Making the team should have given her at least a little bit of confidence, but it did the exact opposite. It felt like she was getting lucky at every turn, except she didn’t believe she had good luck. When things seemed like they were going well something bad was usually coming right around the corner. Maybe this time she’d just be a laughing stock for thinking she could play at the same level as the professionals. It wasn’t like it would be the same as playing for fun, and the world would be watching her close enough to call her out the first time she slipped up.
She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and forced herself to think of something else. It wasn't like dwelling on the future would change anything. She had made her decision and now she would have to live with it. Besides, if it went wrong she had backup plans. Her English wasn’t good enough to act here, but she had experience as a waitress. It would be good to do something so simple for a while. Or she could move somewhere else. She didn’t feel like going home, but there was a whole world to travel and she had seen so few places. This was her first time leaving France except when they had a foreign set for her tv show.
Now she found herself travelling once again, before she had even settled into her new home. She wore her warmest clothes, which she was grateful for as wind tore past her, coaxing her carefully crafted braid out of its ponytail. She had taken a port key for most of the journey to Scotland, but it hadn’t brought her all the way and she didn’t mind getting some extra flying practice in. She was convinced that she needed it, despite the hours she spent training almost every day.
She couldn’t help but think the butterflies in her stomach were stupid as she knocked on the door. She shouldn’t be nervous to see her own family. All the things she had to hide from them kept rolling through her head and she grimaced. She’d been through a lot in the last few years, but as far as they’d be concerned she was just some naive girl. She had no clue what they’d think of her decision to leave France, but she didn’t care. Right now she wanted to be with people she loved, and people that loved her too. She was a master at pushing friends away, but thankfully that had never worked on family.
She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and forced herself to think of something else. It wasn't like dwelling on the future would change anything. She had made her decision and now she would have to live with it. Besides, if it went wrong she had backup plans. Her English wasn’t good enough to act here, but she had experience as a waitress. It would be good to do something so simple for a while. Or she could move somewhere else. She didn’t feel like going home, but there was a whole world to travel and she had seen so few places. This was her first time leaving France except when they had a foreign set for her tv show.
Now she found herself travelling once again, before she had even settled into her new home. She wore her warmest clothes, which she was grateful for as wind tore past her, coaxing her carefully crafted braid out of its ponytail. She had taken a port key for most of the journey to Scotland, but it hadn’t brought her all the way and she didn’t mind getting some extra flying practice in. She was convinced that she needed it, despite the hours she spent training almost every day.
She couldn’t help but think the butterflies in her stomach were stupid as she knocked on the door. She shouldn’t be nervous to see her own family. All the things she had to hide from them kept rolling through her head and she grimaced. She’d been through a lot in the last few years, but as far as they’d be concerned she was just some naive girl. She had no clue what they’d think of her decision to leave France, but she didn’t care. Right now she wanted to be with people she loved, and people that loved her too. She was a master at pushing friends away, but thankfully that had never worked on family.
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