 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
"Wonder whose head she's gonna rip off first," Esme murmured to Muirgen before hearing the click-clack of heeled shoes coming closer. Just the sound of them annoyed her and set her on edge, and she straightened up as she waited for the woman to walk in. And there she was, as sarcastic as ever. Esme turned her eyes on her a moment, quickly averting them as she caught the glare directed towards her.
She knew she had a hand in losing the match. Her game was off, but she often let herself be ruled by emotions. Usually she was able to redirect them in a more productive way, but this game left her too distracted and she was barely able to get the quaffle through the hoops. Luckily Agnelli and Crewe were there as well or the score might have been worse. Certainly not her best performance and she wasn't happy herself.
Her cheeks tinged red as Rebecca mentioned trading the wrong position and having reserves start. One bad game shouldn't justify that. And she would work harder in practice this week, but not for Rebecca. Esme finally glanced towards the woman again as she started talking about something else -Ministry things. She had heard that they were starting to become pickier about things.
Questions? Sure, she had one. Esme raised an eyebrow as she looked towards their manager. "Yes.. you say that we need aggressive players like Low to win.. If that is true, why did you get rid of him?" Dumb move on her part if you asked her, and she avoided Charpentier's look.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |