 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
What was she doing? What WAS she doing? Scarlett did not know WHAT had possessed her to tryout for Quidditch, but...here she was. She had practiced with Clay the last three summers ever since he had convinced his parents to let him go to camp, mostly playing Keeper but stepping playing the other positions just for fun as well. Still, she wouldn't call herself a true player by any means. In fact, it was ironic that SHE was out here and her brother wasn't - something about him being too nervous about failing to try out. She had tried to argue that was a stupid reason to not do something, and she had hoped he had started to grow SOMEWHAT of a backbone after he told her about that girl he liked...but nah. Apparently not.
So, since HE wasn't trying out, she had convinced him to let her borrow his broom. It was nothing fancy, an older Firebolt model, but it did the trick. She was skinny and light enough to still have it move pretty fast. It worked for her.
The nerves she was feeling were all too easy to spot, as the usually talkative 7th year entered the pitch. She smiled and greeted the captain, Isa, with a quiet hello and a wave - she didn't know a whole lot about the girl, to be honest. She gulped as she looked around at the others trying out - Derf, Daisy, Kimi, the new girl who looked like she was going to a Muggle motorcycle rally...this was some stiff competition. Or so she assumed. Everyone else seemed more...prepared.
This was going to be tough. What was she THINKING??
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |