Post by CHARLIE REI DAVIS on Jun 13, 2023 12:22:35 GMT
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so let the sun come streaming in
There was no real rush, but Charlie shrugged into her Quidditch gear quickly. She tied her hair back in a long braid, not wanting it to be riddled with tangles after her flight. All the conditioner in the world couldn't tame post-air hair. Then came the boots, slighter in frame than most and shaped to be particularly aerodynamic. A seeker couldn't afford to be weighed down by any excess baggage. Too much weight could be the split second difference between winning or losing a match if the two seekers faced off against each other for ownership of the snitch. It also provided just enough torque to help her avoid pesky bludgers. Some of the beaters enjoyed their position a little too much. She shuddered at the memory of having to dodge swings from players like Atlas Greyback. She was glad he was flying with individuals who shared his intense passion for the sport, but she was more than happy not to see his smug face across the pitch anymore. Finally, she threw on her windbreaker, not particularly content with leaving the field with a cold. Flying at high speeds in the dead of winter wasn't exactly conducive to a healthy immune system.
Trudging through the snow through the ever-faniliar tunnel, Charlie felt her heart speed up, conditioned for the thrill of a pending match. There was no screaming crowd this time, the students and professors bundled away within the warm walls of the castle. She thought of the kitchen, where she knew her work was in good hands with the house elves, who were likely secretly glad to have their workspace back. Her first love could wait for her if it meant she got to spend a little extra quality time with her brother. Too soon, the school year would come to its end, and then there would only be one left before her brother left to pursue his own passion. University was never in the cards for her, having know for the longest time that her own place was in the kitchen, where she could serve up love and happiness in what was becoming an increasingly dark world. But this wasn't the time to dwell on those things. The sky would cast those worries away, at least for a moment.
The sun was blinding when she finally emerged from the tunnel, reflected by the massive blanket of snow that would choke the grass below until springtime. Although the stands were empty, the ghost of cheers and jeers echoed in the silence. A grin split across her face as the thought about the upcoming matches for the remainder for the term. Amelia would surely lead them to victory. The Quidditch Cup was practically in their hands already, but they were winners regardless of a trophy.
The grin still in place, she gripped her Nimbus 2001 tightly in her hand. It was an outdated broom in the current day, but the trusty slice of wood had carried her through several years of competition, and she had no plans of ending their relationship. "Alright, loser, ready to get schooled?" she called over her shoulder. Those were fighting words, she knew, but the challenge kept things fun, especially when her Quidditch-loving brother was involved.
Trudging through the snow through the ever-faniliar tunnel, Charlie felt her heart speed up, conditioned for the thrill of a pending match. There was no screaming crowd this time, the students and professors bundled away within the warm walls of the castle. She thought of the kitchen, where she knew her work was in good hands with the house elves, who were likely secretly glad to have their workspace back. Her first love could wait for her if it meant she got to spend a little extra quality time with her brother. Too soon, the school year would come to its end, and then there would only be one left before her brother left to pursue his own passion. University was never in the cards for her, having know for the longest time that her own place was in the kitchen, where she could serve up love and happiness in what was becoming an increasingly dark world. But this wasn't the time to dwell on those things. The sky would cast those worries away, at least for a moment.
The sun was blinding when she finally emerged from the tunnel, reflected by the massive blanket of snow that would choke the grass below until springtime. Although the stands were empty, the ghost of cheers and jeers echoed in the silence. A grin split across her face as the thought about the upcoming matches for the remainder for the term. Amelia would surely lead them to victory. The Quidditch Cup was practically in their hands already, but they were winners regardless of a trophy.
The grin still in place, she gripped her Nimbus 2001 tightly in her hand. It was an outdated broom in the current day, but the trusty slice of wood had carried her through several years of competition, and she had no plans of ending their relationship. "Alright, loser, ready to get schooled?" she called over her shoulder. Those were fighting words, she knew, but the challenge kept things fun, especially when her Quidditch-loving brother was involved.
NOAH MING DAVIS
Let the games begin!
Let the games begin!
cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again