 Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese
Touche', Mr. McLeod. Touche'.
Settling her broom down on the ground for just a moment, the blonde moved forward to collect gloves and goggles. See, in her home, Liv still wasn't allowed to do anything related to Quidditch, per her mother's rules. Having her broom was a well kept secret, thanks to her father... but he'd not thought to get her a full set of equipment. Perhaps it was something to request for her next birthday... Not bothering to put either item on yet, she went about working out her muscles. This was a fairly easy process as she was used to warming up everyday, thanks to her intense ballet schedule. Hamstrings.... The hamstrings...
Heh... She was just going to do some quick yoga. Her head would start hurting if she did anything too intense, and Olivia really wanted to fly today. It'd been weeks. Her broom wasn't getting any use and it wasn't like she could just let someone else ride it. the broom was simply too precious to her.
Deep breaths. In and out. Be fluid like water...
After several semi-tranquil moments, the Gryffindor stood, snatched up the gloves and goggles, and began assembling herself. They'd be starting soon, right?
__________________ We live in cities you'll never see onscreen..._______________________________________________
So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________
Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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