 *tries. . . fails* For Az *cries at failure* Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George
Sweat dripping from her ponytail, arms aching from all the wild movements and cheeks still flushed from the force of the wind. This was how Mason knew that she had had an amazing evening of practise.
It wasn't often that the Second Year had a change to practice, hell, it wasn't as if there was anything to practise for: Seeing as Quidditch had been cancelled for years now. But Mason still took every change she got to go out onto the Pitch, just to try and get away from the stuffiness of the Dungeon.
Not that she didn't love them. They were the best place in the entire castle, in her opinion, but then again that was only cause she was super biased about where the Slytherins lived. . . which was exactly where she was going. She needed to drop off her bag and her broom, then she needed to get to a bath pronto. She couldn't go around smelling like some peasant, and her hair seriously needed a brushing ou-
. . . what the he-
Mason's head whipped to the side when she heard the faint sound of feet slamming onto stone. Why? What? She was seriously annoyed by this, cause who the hell runs around corridors like some loser? And seriously, if it was a Slytherin that was being idiotic and running around like some fool. . . lol no. Slytherins didn't do stupid crap like that. It was probably some weirdo Firstie who'd gotten lost and was now spazzing out like an idiot, typical. Give a frustrated sigh, she stopped and started turning around, ready to give whoever this was a piece of her awesome mind.
But as Mason turned around the face the nearing footsteps, she could clearly see that this person was in distress and . . . bleeding? Wait was that - "Azura?" |