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*PhoenixRising* · 09-10-2023, 07:37 PM

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Originally Posted by aRogueOne

Weekends at Hogwarts always seemed a little weird to Sloane. Obviously, any homework that had been given to her was done straight away, although that was mostly do to with the fact that she liked to keep busy rather than the homework itself. If she didn’t keep herself busy, she’d just end up spending the whole weekend in bed and that seemed like a waste, especially at Hogwarts. After dragging herself out of the bed, she quickly got dressed into some her older, more worn clothes and set out for the grounds to explore.

The views down the winding path towards the pitch were amazing on their own, but for some reason, the pitch, and the sport that was played there held some interest to her. Having never been one for sport of any kind, the lure of a magical sport sounded interesting! She’d heard word that it involved the flying of brooms and something about a load of flying basketball looking things but as of yet, she was yet to experience her first match. Making her way down onto the pitch, Sloane began walking around it, taking the whole stadium, from the stands to the large, silver goal posts at either end. She still didn’t think it would interest her all that much but if any sport did, it would surely would be this one.

With a gentle breeze blowing the short blades of glass under her trainers, Sloane headed out into the middle of the pitch the pitch into the sun light after doing several laps and sat down. Pulling her backpack around, she placed it in front of herself and began pulling out some food that she’d stashed from breakfast.

Emma wasn't actually sure how she felt about quidditch. Her father being a former quidditch captain and professional, she was practically raised on the sport. It wasn't as if she could try out for the team in her first year anyway, but that didn't mean she wouldn't spend some weekends outdoors while the weather was still nice.

Stepping out onto the pitch, she tried to imagine her father in this very spot, taking a deep breath just as she noticed someone her age having a picnic??? It didn't take the blond long before she strode over to the other girl and was about tell her off, except she had never really been that type of girl. "Don't leave crumbs. Wouldn't want a gnome infestation to tear up the pitch."

09-10-2023, 07:37 PM	#5 (permalink)
PhoenixRising Quintaped Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: in my head [GMT-6] Posts: 58,785 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Adara Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Emma Montmorency (#301199) Hufflepuff Fourth Year x12 x8	YesJess! \| Captain Goggles \| Mama Badger \| Eva's Soul Sister \| An OG™ \| It's all in the Numbers Quote: Originally Posted by aRogueOne Weekends at Hogwarts always seemed a little weird to Sloane. Obviously, any homework that had been given to her was done straight away, although that was mostly do to with the fact that she liked to keep busy rather than the homework itself. If she didn’t keep herself busy, she’d just end up spending the whole weekend in bed and that seemed like a waste, especially at Hogwarts. After dragging herself out of the bed, she quickly got dressed into some her older, more worn clothes and set out for the grounds to explore. The views down the winding path towards the pitch were amazing on their own, but for some reason, the pitch, and the sport that was played there held some interest to her. Having never been one for sport of any kind, the lure of a magical sport sounded interesting! She’d heard word that it involved the flying of brooms and something about a load of flying basketball looking things but as of yet, she was yet to experience her first match. Making her way down onto the pitch, Sloane began walking around it, taking the whole stadium, from the stands to the large, silver goal posts at either end. She still didn’t think it would interest her all that much but if any sport did, it would surely would be this one. With a gentle breeze blowing the short blades of glass under her trainers, Sloane headed out into the middle of the pitch the pitch into the sun light after doing several laps and sat down. Pulling her backpack around, she placed it in front of herself and began pulling out some food that she’d stashed from breakfast. Emma wasn't actually sure how she felt about quidditch. Her father being a former quidditch captain and professional, she was practically raised on the sport. It wasn't as if she could try out for the team in her first year anyway, but that didn't mean she wouldn't spend some weekends outdoors while the weather was still nice. Stepping out onto the pitch, she tried to imagine her father in this very spot, taking a deep breath just as she noticed someone her age having a picnic??? It didn't take the blond long before she strode over to the other girl and was about tell her off, except she had never really been that type of girl. "Don't leave crumbs. Wouldn't want a gnome infestation to tear up the pitch." __________________ ___________________You should take your little finger and just point it in the mirror. ________________________________________Baby, maybe you're the problem ✯