 be curious, not judgmental
Becca jogged onto the empty Quidditch Pitch. Ha! First one there. She ran around for a few moments before letting herself fall to the ground, roll, then end up in a sitting position in the grass. She sat with her legs stretched out in front of her and her hands behind her to hold her up. "This is gonna be good," she snickered to herself. "Violent, by the sound of it, but extremely intense. I always knew I liked this Vindictus fellow."
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