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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2016 14:43:01 GMT -8
This was her favorite spot at Hogwarts. Sitting against a tree in front of the Great Lake, Becky could relax and let her mind wander. It was one of the few placed she felt as though she could let her guard completely down. She had made this spot her own over the past few years, and she was comfortable in it. Other students used it of course, but she was the only one that came here during this time of day, right after dinner when it was either almost pitch black in the winter months, or just before sunset in the spring.
Her bag lay open beside her, with her charms text half open and mostly forgotten in her lap. Her collar was unbuttoned and her tie loosened. When she relaxed, she went all the way...or at least as must as she was able to given the situation. When she was truly alone, she relaxed quite a bit more, but that was neither here nor there.
This was also her thinking spot, where she could get away from the crowds and the noise of the school. She did not do well in crowds anyway, she always felt as though someone, anyone was out to get her. Years of living on the streets of London had made her that way, so it was with great relief that she had finally found an escape.
Still, being alone was not all that exciting. It was quite boring actually at times, and this was one of those times. For the first time in she did not know how long, Becky wished for someone to share her spot with. She signed in tired frustration...like that was ever going to happen.
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Post by Fox Bishop on May 20, 2016 13:17:52 GMT -8
The weekend was an uncharacteristic time for Fox to be alone, but with the end of his Hogwarts education in sight, he needed to take every opportunity to work on his flight skills. As skilled as Fox was at magic, Quidditch was his dream. Flight was the only skill he hadn’t just picked up, he’d worked tirelessly to perfect his ability with a broom, and from there he’d clawed his way onto the Ravenclaw team. It wasn’t enough for a starting position, he had to wait for guy ahead of him to get hurt. Now that Fox was the starter by default, he hadn’t impressed any scouts. It was only a matter of time before the young man was done with school, and he’d be trying out in front of professional teams. That was his plan: he’d work his way onto a professional roster just like he had the Ravenclaw squad. Once he was there, it was only a matter of proving himself.
Fox’s ego was unmatched on the Hogwarts campus, but this was his one vulnerability: he approached everything with ease and swagger, blind confidence in every endeavor. But when it came to flight, he knew that he could never best the star, pureblood athletes whose parents had hired coaches to train them before they even started showing signs of magic. That was why Fox wasn’t out at Hogsmeade this weekend. They said it took ten thousand hours to perfect a craft, but Fox would pit in ten million hours if that’s what it took. He wouldn’t lose any ground to his competition, while they slacked off, he was working tirelessly for that goal. Fox’s grades said he was perfect for a high ranking desk job at the Ministry, but he wanted something with more prestige. He wanted to hear his name shouted from the stadium by thousands of fans, he wanted to share the field with all of those purebloods and show them that a Muggle could do better.
The young man flew his broom out over the lake, as high as he could go before the air felt thin and his chest heavy. It was cold up there, and it took all of his constitution to remain in suspension with the biting temperatures. This was a test of endurance, and he would finish it off with a test of finesse; a dive bomb toward the lake, pulling up just a few feet from the water. He counted the seconds—twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. That seemed like enough endurance, there wasn’t really anyone else around to impress. After he finished counting, Fox clutched the handle of his broom and ducked down, diving below the clouds, straight down. He could see his reflection in the water below, growing closer. The wind whipped into his face, and he struggled to keep his eyes open. Down, down, down. And then he pulled up.
Fox skipped off of the surface of the lake, losing control of his broom and spinning out toward the shore. He narrowly missed landing among the rocks, instead hitting a hard patch of mud. It was an embarrassing sight, and Fox was thankful that he’d found a time to do these kinds of drills when no one else was around. But when he looked up and wiped the mud from his eyes, he saw the girl sitting by the tree. Becky, he knew her from around the school. They were friendly, and Fox’s first concern was the reputation he’d worked seven years to cultivate. At least she wasn’t much of a talker.
He held up his hand to greet the girl as if his clothes weren’t completely soiled in mud. “Hi,” he said. “Was that cool or what?” Yeah, play it off like he meant to crash. That would work.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2016 11:01:22 GMT -8
Becky's thought process was interrupted by a sudden crash. She looked up in a hurry, looking for the source of the rude interruption. Looking around, just a few feet away, she saw a student who she vaguely recognized as a Ravenclaw. Seventh year if she remembered correctly. Taking in the situation...she considered herself to have a very good sense of perception, she perceived that he had just had a spectacular crash from the nearby broom. He had tried to play it off as he had done it on purpose, but she knew better. She was not into quiddich or flying in general like some of the other students, but she knew an accident when she saw one.
Her first reaction was to be annoyed, and she was indeed annoyed by this interruption, but there was also some part of her that was at least somewhat intrigued by this new person. He had a cocky air about him, but there was a bit of a friendly air about him that made her want to forgive him for his intrusion. Still, he could not get away that easily.
“Cool? Not the word I would use to describe that. Oooops may be a more appropriate choice of words.” She was being sarcastic, and she knew it, but it was just something that came naturally for her. And again, she could not let him think that he could get away with trying to play it cool with her. Becky was a realist, and she hated fake people more than anything. This was a minor incident of course, but still, she wanted control of the situation, and she had to establish herself from the start.
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