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Iris approached the quidditch stands with a bounce in her step, clutching a weathered tome on ancient magical wards under one arm, with The Complete Works of H.P. Lovecraft and her notebook filled with sketches sandwiched neatly on either side of it. Her eyes sparkled with excitement in spite of having no real vested interest in the game itself, she was nonetheless not-so-secretly delighted at the thought of seeing her friend try out for chaser. The Ravenclaw slipped through the rows of benches, searching for an empty spot with optimal view, and found herself sitting next to two first-year Slytherins and their huddled shoulders as they cheered - one of them anyway - on who Iris assumed to be a mutual friend.
She gave them a polite nod and smiled as she settled down, pushing her glasses up a bit. "Hi," she said, voice bright despite the snowflakes drifting into the stands from the pitch and creating the sublest of winter chills despite it still being peak autumn. She turned her attention to the pitch, squinting to make out JT silhouette but it was like watching a match through a frosted window, and Iris sighed. "Can't see a thing," she muttered, squinting through the swirling snowstorm that had completely obscured the pitch. The muffled sounds of the players shouting instructions were drowned out by the wind and the magical flurry, leaving the atmosphere more chaotic than anything else. Iris shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to peer through the snowflakes, but it was hopeless. The quidditch tryouts had become an abstract blur of white.
She glanced down at her tome, Ancient Rune Castings and Their Practical Applications and, with a sigh, she flipped it open to a new chapter on rune binding, knowing full well it would be easier to read than squinting into the storm. She could still hear the sounds from the pitch and did look up suddenly once she was certain she had heard JT's voice, but it was only her sense of sound being tickled - unfortunately. Her eyes returned to the tome, fingers tracing over the ancient symbols on the page, absorbing the language of the ancients. She could almost feel the hum of magic beneath her fingertips and she was tempted to crack open her notebook to transcribe a couple symbols she found particularly interesting. Her mind wandered back to JT - Jera was included in the bindrune beneath her finger so it was an obvious connection - and her bright blue eyes glanced back at the pitch in hopes of seeing something, anything, through the flurry.
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