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Julie wasn't an angry creature by nature (judgy and a little conceited sure, but not angry), even if she had been Julie doubted she would ever have managed to be angry at Abraham Botros Jr.
It was his face, she decided as the younger boy swooped in fantastically on his broom. He had such an innocent, kind face and such big honest eyes. It made it hard to think of him with anything but fondness. "Hey. She greeted, gripping her broom handle a little too tightly. There it was. the point of no return.
I mean, she could have backed out. Abey probably would have understood but Julie knew someone who wouldn't have understood. Her Pride. "Yeah, I'm ready." She wasn't. She swallowed a little but mounted her broom as carefully and as quickly as possible. Okay, she had this. Julie could do this. She'd already done it last term, and that meant something. The Slytherin glanced at Abey, a small and nervous smile spreading across her lips. "Okay..... Say when." Because otherwise the Slytherin would just sit there hovering a foot off the ground until the end of term.
you can do it. You've done it before. You can do it. The mantra filled her head and her heart. She. Could. Do. This. If Cameron, Jessa, and Abey could? Then she could. She could. She could, and she would by next summer Julie would join Jessa and Cameron at Quidditch camp.
Julie's determination was much stronger than her fear of flying and as she waited for the signal she willed that drive to fill her up. She could do this, she was Julie Bellaire after all.
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