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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2016 7:34:22 GMT -8
Today's had been a particularly successful quidditch practice, and so Isla was in a better mood than usual. She was almost always in a good mood, so this didn't say much, but she definitely had a confident smile on her face as she headed back to the castle. The rest of the team had headed back before her, so she walked alone this time. She was always the last to leave the pitch, making sure everything was cleaned up and put away properly for whoever practiced next. She was competitive, but she still respected the other teams at least on a base level, as she expected the same respect to be given to her.
Freshly showered and in her regular robes, with her quidditch gear packed safely away in the lockers by the pitch, Isla was ready to move on with the rest of her day. She had a bit of homework left over, but otherwise, the day was hers to spend it how she wished. The possibilities were endless, or close to it, and she looked forward to all of them.
Isla finally made her way into the castle, walking briskly through the ground floor without proper regard for any of her surroundings. She'd go back to the tower and finish her homework as soon as possible, and then she wouldn't have to worry about it for the rest of the day! In that way, she'd be able to focus on other things and not have to have the idea of her unfinished homework nagging at the back of her mind.
TAG: Fox Bishop NOTES: sorry for the wait! i'm a bit rubbish at starting, i've realised. let me know if anything needs to be changed!
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Post by Fox Bishop on Jan 19, 2016 4:52:17 GMT -8
Fox needed work and it was incredibly frustrating.
Magic was just natural to him by the time he’d started at Hogwarts. Of course his parents, recognizing that their son had a discomforting gift, tried to raise it out of him. They pushed religion on him, promised a good life if he lived like a Muggle. The Bishops were a traditional people, fearful both of magic and the stereotypes of their romani heritage. There were no mystics in this family.
But Muggles with a gift as strong as Fox’s can only hide from Hogwarts for so long. A whole new world had opened up for him when he was eleven—but for Fox it was just another world where he was a minority. A gypsy in the Muggle world, a Muggle in the magic world. But while he was nothing special as a Muggle, Hogwarts did give Fox the opportunity to embarrass pureblood students. Of course a lot of the pureblood elitism that had dominated the last century was being rewritten, but it didn’t matter to Fox. Just knowing the history was enough for him to want to punish the grandchildren of Voldemort’s followers.
But Fox wasn’t gifted in all areas of magic. He had struggled since the first flying class to grasp the basics of riding a broom. As he watched in spite as the naturals soared above, trying to even get his broom to answer, Fox decided that flying was just another art he would have to master. He was determined to earn a spot on the Quidditch team, and in his sixth year he made the team—as a reserve keeper. After their first string went down in the first match, Fox was called on to back him up, and he put together a surprising performance that continued through the rest of the year and to the Quidditch final, which Ravenclaw lost. It was a bitter sweet defeat, because Fox knew that he had earned his job as the starting keeper, and his seventh year would solidify himself as one of the greats.
That was before his terrible performance against Hufflepuff in the opening match of 2025. Now with Gryffindor looming, Fox knew that he had to get better. That was what was so frustrating: no challenge was too big for Fox Bishop, but mastering Quidditch was the biggest climb he’d ever faced. On this day he had planned for some personal training at the Quidditch pitch, but was annoyed when he saw that Gryffindor had booked the pitch that day instead.
He taunted the players as the walked through the door, tired from a hard day of practice. “Heads up, guys,” he said. “You haven’t even lost yet.”
A little more time past, and finally he saw Isla step through the door. “Hey!” he called. “What’s this about?” he held up the pitch schedule. “It says ‘reserved: Isla Wood.’ But I talked with the groundskeeper yesterday and he told me that no one had booked the pitch. Just because your dad was somebody here doesn’t mean you can just…just…I need my practice! This is…you know what this is? It’s sabotage. You’re trying to keep me out of shape for our match up, and I will not have it. I’ll report you. They’ll have the match suspended for this! The victory awarded to Ravenclaw! How does that sound?”
tagged – @isla a note – Don’t worry about it! Starters are always rough, especially when the thread hasn’t been plotted!
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