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Cassirin · 02-02-2023, 02:57 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

She really wanted to make today special. Sam had been struggling readjusting to life on land and, clearly, his time in Atlantis had left scars on his soul that would take a very long time to mend...which was why she was concerned by his suggestion they stop by Quidditch Quality Supplies on their casual date. Every single moment with Sam felt like a date though, her heart always skipping a few beats and humming its own tune, so that was not to say that this was an actual date date.

Her arm looped around his, keeping close as had been even more their norm since his return, her pace slowed as they approached the shop and looked at the display through the window. It was somewhat comical to think back now on how she had once held such high aspirations as becoming a professional quidditch player, a keeper just like her dad. Not only was she entirely too small, much more a seeker's build, but she was also terribly uncoordinated. Her flying was fair though, she could have perhaps made it if she had applied herself more and not grown her interests in herbology and fashion.

"You okay?" she asked softly, kissing her boyfriend's shoulder and then looking up at him with her big hazel-green doe eyes.

"I feel like okay is one of those relative things, honestly," Sam tucked Becky closer and turned his attention to the brooms. He didn't need a broom. He didn't need a broom repair kit or wax or a new bat or anything that made a visit to the shop make sense. But it was sort of like facing a fear of heights by climbing a ladder - if he stood here in the middle of all the symbols of the thing he loved the most in the world and didn't bolt or start sweating or... Merlin, burst into tears, then he was probably a positive step forward.

Sam rested his cheek on the top of Becky's head, mostly to avoid looking at those big eyes of hers. The Moontrimmer was a gorgeous broom, honestly too elite and expensive to use for Quidditch, and he was going to memorize every splinter of the one on display. "For lack of a better word for it, though, let's say I'm okay."

Oh, right, he probably loved one thing in the world more than Quidditch, and she was hanging off his arm at the moment.

02-02-2023, 02:57 AM	#3 (permalink)
Cassirin Site Manager MO Manticore Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Nom nom nom Posts: 43,197 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mercer Branxton Ravenclaw Seventh Year Ministry RPG Name: Genevieve James Minister's Office x7 x8	Made of Awesome \| Ern-la the Best-wa \| TZ's Apogee Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie She really wanted to make today special. Sam had been struggling readjusting to life on land and, clearly, his time in Atlantis had left scars on his soul that would take a very long time to mend...which was why she was concerned by his suggestion they stop by Quidditch Quality Supplies on their casual date. Every single moment with Sam felt like a date though, her heart always skipping a few beats and humming its own tune, so that was not to say that this was an actual date date. Her arm looped around his, keeping close as had been even more their norm since his return, her pace slowed as they approached the shop and looked at the display through the window. It was somewhat comical to think back now on how she had once held such high aspirations as becoming a professional quidditch player, a keeper just like her dad. Not only was she entirely too small, much more a seeker's build, but she was also terribly uncoordinated. Her flying was fair though, she could have perhaps made it if she had applied herself more and not grown her interests in herbology and fashion. "You okay?" she asked softly, kissing her boyfriend's shoulder and then looking up at him with her big hazel-green doe eyes. "I feel like okay is one of those relative things, honestly," Sam tucked Becky closer and turned his attention to the brooms. He didn't need a broom. He didn't need a broom repair kit or wax or a new bat or anything that made a visit to the shop make sense. But it was sort of like facing a fear of heights by climbing a ladder - if he stood here in the middle of all the symbols of the thing he loved the most in the world and didn't bolt or start sweating or... Merlin, burst into tears, then he was probably a positive step forward. Sam rested his cheek on the top of Becky's head, mostly to avoid looking at those big eyes of hers. The Moontrimmer was a gorgeous broom, honestly too elite and expensive to use for Quidditch, and he was going to memorize every splinter of the one on display. "For lack of a better word for it, though, let's say I'm okay." Oh, right, he probably loved one thing in the world more than Quidditch, and she was hanging off his arm at the moment. __________________ ★ Dawn ★ Awakening ★ Spiritual ★ Hopeful ★ Honest