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Crayola · 06-11-2017, 02:18 AM

And here the were again.

It was weird how two months could be so much time, enough to make her doubt everything and allow the slightest hint of despair to settle in, and, at the same time, it could be close to nothing. The two months that had passed since the first IMPS challenge had gone by in a flash, probably because so much thing had happened during that time. Some bad but most fantastic, but it didn't stop the feeling of uneasiness growing in her stomach at the thought of what expected her in these stands.

At least this time she wouldn't be commentating on the task so she would be able to fully focus on Levi. And speaking of which.

There was a slight uncomfortable feeling at the sight of both Professors on the stands. She had rather made a fool out of herself in front of them the last time they had been in a similar situation and, just like she had felt during the first DADA lesson of the new year, Daisy felt the urge to apologise to Hirsch. Not that she believed she had been in the wrong because if she had learned anything was that feelings were not always --almost never, really-- logical, but she did feel like maybe she could've gone about it in more respectful way.

Still, not the time or place. She would have to swing by the Professor's office one of these days, she supposed.

"Professors." She nodded at them both respectfully, stopping in front of their places and taking advantage of the fact the task didn't seem to have begun yet. "I suppose neither of you can tell me what the task will be, hm?" She was joking, for the largest part, and there was an amused twinkle in her eyes as she focused on the Deputy Headmaster. And so, as soon as the question was out of her lips, Daisy moved forwards, only remembering Hirsch's scarf once she was halfway across the stands. "Nice scarf, Professor H!"

It would be a weird thing for a Slytherin student to say about a Gryffindor scarf in normal circumstances. With things the way they were, however -- well, house loyalty wasn't everything.

A loud American was there already and Daisy ignored him completely; supporting the competitors, in her mind, was quite a different thing from cheering on them, especially in tasks that had proven to be quite challenging and dangerous. The thought of what had happened last time, though, with drawn wands and jinxes sent, still played on her mind and, while she hoped that the spectators wouldn't ignore the danger the competitors faced, she also hoped that if they did choose to cheer them on loudly, the most they would get sent at them would be deadly glares.

Probably by her, to be quite honest.

Cassandra was there too, a remind that this competition was moving, cutting people out and throwing balls in honour of the others. She couldn't say she knew the Ravenclaw that much, or at all really, but the fact that she was sitting here and not out there wasn't a nice one, from a competitive point of view, only. Hogwarts, after all, had lost three of its competitors against Ilvermorny's one. "Hello, Cassandra." She smiled, but kept moving, to the other end of the stands.

If she didn't have to commentate, it meant that she didn't have to talk to people, right? As talkative as she was, she had a feeling it wouldn't be easy to make small talk as she watched her boyfriend face whatever he was facing this time -- Whomping Willow?

She sat down and immediatelly shuffled, restless. Her hands fixed the Levi pin on her chest as her eyes found the blurred ends of the screens. The Whomping Willow wasn't harmless per se, but it was harmless when compared to Dementors -- though one could argue everything was. And yet she leaned forward as soon as the screens showed the Gryffindor. Safer or not, there was no way to know what they would throw at them. Unconsciouslly, the corners of her lips twitched upwards at the audible huff. Mystery just wasn't one of his things, she supposed.

06-11-2017, 02:18 AM	#148 (permalink)
Crayola DMAC Occamy Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Disneyland Posts: 63,102 Hogwarts RPG Name: Dezi Willard Fifth Year x2	Mrs. Alex Turner asterisks user Secret Door And here the were again. It was weird how two months could be so much time, enough to make her doubt everything and allow the slightest hint of despair to settle in, and, at the same time, it could be close to nothing. The two months that had passed since the first IMPS challenge had gone by in a flash, probably because so much thing had happened during that time. Some bad but most fantastic, but it didn't stop the feeling of uneasiness growing in her stomach at the thought of what expected her in these stands. At least this time she wouldn't be commentating on the task so she would be able to fully focus on Levi. And speaking of which. There was a slight uncomfortable feeling at the sight of both Professors on the stands. She had rather made a fool out of herself in front of them the last time they had been in a similar situation and, just like she had felt during the first DADA lesson of the new year, Daisy felt the urge to apologise to Hirsch. Not that she believed she had been in the wrong because if she had learned anything was that feelings were not always --almost never, really-- logical, but she did feel like maybe she could've gone about it in more respectful way. Still, not the time or place. She would have to swing by the Professor's office one of these days, she supposed. "Professors." She nodded at them both respectfully, stopping in front of their places and taking advantage of the fact the task didn't seem to have begun yet. "I suppose neither of you can tell me what the task will be, hm?" She was joking, for the largest part, and there was an amused twinkle in her eyes as she focused on the Deputy Headmaster. And so, as soon as the question was out of her lips, Daisy moved forwards, only remembering Hirsch's scarf once she was halfway across the stands. "Nice scarf, Professor H!" It would be a weird thing for a Slytherin student to say about a Gryffindor scarf in normal circumstances. With things the way they were, however -- well, house loyalty wasn't everything. A loud American was there already and Daisy ignored him completely; supporting the competitors, in her mind, was quite a different thing from cheering on them, especially in tasks that had proven to be quite challenging and dangerous. The thought of what had happened last time, though, with drawn wands and jinxes sent, still played on her mind and, while she hoped that the spectators wouldn't ignore the danger the competitors faced, she also hoped that if they did choose to cheer them on loudly, the most they would get sent at them would be deadly glares. Probably by her, to be quite honest. Cassandra was there too, a remind that this competition was moving, cutting people out and throwing balls in honour of the others. She couldn't say she knew the Ravenclaw that much, or at all really, but the fact that she was sitting here and not out there wasn't a nice one, from a competitive point of view, only. Hogwarts, after all, had lost three of its competitors against Ilvermorny's one. "Hello, Cassandra." She smiled, but kept moving, to the other end of the stands. If she didn't have to commentate, it meant that she didn't have to talk to people, right? As talkative as she was, she had a feeling it wouldn't be easy to make small talk as she watched her boyfriend face whatever he was facing this time -- Whomping Willow? She sat down and immediatelly shuffled, restless. Her hands fixed the Levi pin on her chest as her eyes found the blurred ends of the screens. The Whomping Willow wasn't harmless per se, but it was harmless when compared to Dementors -- though one could argue everything was. And yet she leaned forward as soon as the screens showed the Gryffindor. Safer or not, there was no way to know what they would throw at them. Unconsciouslly, the corners of her lips twitched upwards at the audible huff. Mystery just wasn't one of his things, she supposed. __________________