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noodles · 02-09-2013, 06:51 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lottiepot

It felt strange to be back at the school sitting in the stands ready to watch her first School Quidditch game in a long time. Trixie knew none of the players but was dressed ready to be loyal to her old house and cheer them on in the game. It hadn't been her idea to come to the match, she probably would've spent that afternoon at home looking after her children but Oliver, whom she had only recently reconciled with invited her to join him in watching today's proceedings.

And the Head Girl inside of her just couldn't refuse.

She found a seat towards the middle of the stands knowing fully well that Oliver wouldn't have arrived yet. As she looked around she spotted a couple of familiar faces in the crowd, mainly the professors who had taught whilst she had been here. She flashed a quick smile to anyone who noticed.

A slight winter chill was in the air and the Blonde woman pulled her jacket tighter around her body. She had almost forgotten just how cold it could get in the remote reaches of Scotland, a significant difference to the sunny weather that frequented Cornwall. She relaxed backwards and continued to look around the stands and over to the pitch. She could sympathise with the players, the nerves could become overwhelming and be a distraction before the match started. If she was allowed, she would've given them all a hug but it would probably take quite a few of them aback.

The woman looked back down at the pitch and waited for either the former Head Boy to arrive or the game to start.

Woah.. this was so weird.

Being back at Hogwarts and everything looked TINY. Like when you go back to your primary school after a couple of years of leaving. Yes, the grounds were vast, but the pitch looked small after playing professionally and the kids looked so young. It was almost depressing.

Still, Oliver Greenwood, ever the optimist, was happy to be back and since he had met up with Trixie recently, he thought meeting on familiar turf would be a good thing to try and rekindle their friendship. Dig up a few old memories and hopefully bring them a little closer.

He looked around the crowd for her and spotted a few familiar faces. Lafay for one, who he sent a massive grin to, and then he homed in on his friend. Sitting there, dressed in green and looking as blonde as ever. A small smile turned up the corners of his lips and he bounded over, giving her an almighty bear-like hug and grinned from ear to ear as he took the seat next to her.

He too was dressed in green.. of course. An ever-proud Slytherin even now. “Hey, TrixieTrixie.” He beamed. “Did I miss anything?” He looked out at the pitch, then glanced back at his old friend. “You're cold.” He commented and proceeded to remove his coat and drape it around her shoulders. “I don't feel it.” He stated with a shrug. “Waaay too much twitchy energy for that.” He winked and smirked then focused back on the pitch.

02-09-2013, 06:51 PM	#84 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,265 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot It felt strange to be back at the school sitting in the stands ready to watch her first School Quidditch game in a long time. Trixie knew none of the players but was dressed ready to be loyal to her old house and cheer them on in the game. It hadn't been her idea to come to the match, she probably would've spent that afternoon at home looking after her children but Oliver, whom she had only recently reconciled with invited her to join him in watching today's proceedings. And the Head Girl inside of her just couldn't refuse. She found a seat towards the middle of the stands knowing fully well that Oliver wouldn't have arrived yet. As she looked around she spotted a couple of familiar faces in the crowd, mainly the professors who had taught whilst she had been here. She flashed a quick smile to anyone who noticed. A slight winter chill was in the air and the Blonde woman pulled her jacket tighter around her body. She had almost forgotten just how cold it could get in the remote reaches of Scotland, a significant difference to the sunny weather that frequented Cornwall. She relaxed backwards and continued to look around the stands and over to the pitch. She could sympathise with the players, the nerves could become overwhelming and be a distraction before the match started. If she was allowed, she would've given them all a hug but it would probably take quite a few of them aback. The woman looked back down at the pitch and waited for either the former Head Boy to arrive or the game to start. Woah.. this was so weird. Being back at Hogwarts and everything looked TINY. Like when you go back to your primary school after a couple of years of leaving. Yes, the grounds were vast, but the pitch looked small after playing professionally and the kids looked so young. It was almost depressing. Still, Oliver Greenwood, ever the optimist, was happy to be back and since he had met up with Trixie recently, he thought meeting on familiar turf would be a good thing to try and rekindle their friendship. Dig up a few old memories and hopefully bring them a little closer. He looked around the crowd for her and spotted a few familiar faces. Lafay for one, who he sent a massive grin to, and then he homed in on his friend. Sitting there, dressed in green and looking as blonde as ever. A small smile turned up the corners of his lips and he bounded over, giving her an almighty bear-like hug and grinned from ear to ear as he took the seat next to her. He too was dressed in green.. of course. An ever-proud Slytherin even now. “Hey, TrixieTrixie.” He beamed. “Did I miss anything?” He looked out at the pitch, then glanced back at his old friend. “You're cold.” He commented and proceeded to remove his coat and drape it around her shoulders. “I don't feel it.” He stated with a shrug. “Waaay too much twitchy energy for that.” He winked and smirked then focused back on the pitch. __________________