 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Chewing on the inside of her lip, Esme's grey eyes scanned the contents of the document she was handed as she vaguely heard Rebecca's words filter through her ears. She had been fined a couple times herself but she saw it as part of the game. And Rebecca's tone told her that she didn't care so why should she?
The Chaser glanced up as their manager continued, looking over at their coach as they bantered a bit about reserves. But she didn't have anything to add. It would be useless anyway and she did plan on upping her game. As much as they might need to have reserves for the team, she was not about to let one take her position. She just did not care for the threat. But she did look at Rebecca in slight surprise as she made the winning team comment. It was too bad she hadn't thought of Low in that as well, and Esme caught the woman's look which made her quickly avert her eyes.
But speaking of Low, Esme looked up again as Rebecca addressed her question. Sounded like a bunch of excuses and she didn't buy it for a second. None of it made sense and she still felt a little bitter about it. And it sounded like she could care less ho was on the team as long as they were winning. A thought that didn't sit well with her. Taking a moment to compose herself so no emotions were readily apparent, she looked at Rebecca and said, "Was there anything else?" She thought she said two things, but she didn't really want to stick around here all day.
__________________ 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 |