 Teapot Occamy| gryphons&giraffes&goats,OH MY | chaser of the truth | flutiful❧
Excited eyes stared in wonder at the latest models of racing brooms on display. They were, unfortunately, far out of her price range and she had no relatives that she could ask for expensive things like top of the range broomsticks. A new broomstick was more than she could reasonably ask for from the Stemps for Christmas, not that it stopped her from putting that on her list every year anyway. It seemed like a lot of the things she asked for such as the fastest broomstick, a functioning pancreas, and a pet unicorn were simply things she could never have. Even so, Cordelia had been hard at work on the quidditch pitch all summer training for tryouts so she could hopefully make Gryffindor seeker again. There was going to be some stiff competition out there. Facing the competition against all odds was part of the fun, though. Cordelia loved the feeling of being the most important factor in the outcome of the match, the one who led the team to victory. Most of all she loved the thrill of the chase, the high speeds, the daring maneuvers, the excitement of not being bound to the earth by the laws of physics. It was her love of quidditch that drove her to be here in the quidditch supply shop, gazing upon her dream broomstick. Although she likely wouldn’t be getting that any time soon, there were still other supplies for quidditch she could get. A new pair of gloves, perhaps. Cordelia Grace Winklebleck was going to be fully prepared to outdo Carsyn and the others at tryouts. As much as she loved her friends and teammates, she was prepared to put up a fierce fight to keep her spot on the team.
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