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sweetpinkpixie · 07-10-2023, 03:52 AM

...why...had Lily brought the entirety of Quidditch Quality Supplies with her? Why had her and Lio both brought such expensive bits of merchandise to hand out so willy nilly? It was a business move Zinnia could not wrap her mind around and yet something she saw all too often with young players in the league, the ones who were still green to the demands and entitlement some of the more ravenous fans of the league. Excitement over their new career, she supposed, so she would lower her incredibly arched brow and only run her forehead slightly (for a just a few moments) and let them have their fun at their own expense. It wasn't their fault that the celebrity side of professional quidditch had her jaded.

Just as Zinnia lifted her fingers from her forehead, she caught a young boy that had been previously hidden behind her palm doing the exact same movements. It wasn't anything to note really, plenty of people rubbed their foreheads and cheeks, but it was when her warm hazelnut gaze shifted to him that her heart seized terribly in her chest. So many nights, more than she was willing to admit, waking up in a cold sweat and sometimes even crying had lead to this moment. So many times wondering aloud to Rameil where they were and what they looked like...wondering if she would even know if she were to see them before her and yet seeing a little of them in every single face that graced SYNERGY each summer and spring. The nose, the distance from eyelash to brow, the shape of the ears, the sweetly judgemental smile...there was absolutely no mistaking them and suddenly thinking about library nook memories was a safe haven comparatively and she had to take a couple shaky deep breaths to collect herself as the crowd continued to gether.

She was a professional. She could and would handle whatever curved bludger was thrown her way.

"Hello," she greeted him with a bit of a befuddled smile, feeling as though she had taken a breath for the first time. Look...how grown...how dashing...Zinnia found herself wanting, almost desperately so, to count all the freckles on his face when the kneazle that had the young blonde's tongue finally let go and her Gion prompted her with a suggestion she could easily manifest. "I hope you also chew your food too," she nodded while collecting herself and nodding her head towards the girl as she grabbed her favorite self inking quill with gold metallic ink for signing things, pleased to be busying her hands for the moment. "Um...yes...of course. I can sign one of the buletin size posters I have here if you'd like," she offered as she tore her eyes away from the one boy and pulled a little stack of team posters as well as a this season's solo promotional shot of herself.

One of the quiet lurkers seemed to be a little invigorated by the arrival of a friend and proposed a question to the booth - or perhaps mostly to Lio, but Zinnia was not one to never have an opinion on things. "No professional coach nor any of my opponents or teammates on the Kestrels nor the Bulgarian national team have ever cared about the O I got on my Charms NEWT nor that I had a lackluster performance in History of Magic," she laughed softly and rubbed her forehead ever so slightly. "Though my coach as a U-17 player had certain standards in place where we needed a certain average passing mark to remain on the team. Fall below an A and trickle over to a P...and you would find yourself warming the bench until those marks up went up." So, in the grand scheme of things they did not matter but at the same time did matter if you were going to use the U-17 league as a stepping stone towards that greater goal - like herself.

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,419 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf ...why...had Lily brought the entirety of Quidditch Quality Supplies with her? Why had her and Lio both brought such expensive bits of merchandise to hand out so willy nilly? It was a business move Zinnia could not wrap her mind around and yet something she saw all too often with young players in the league, the ones who were still green to the demands and entitlement some of the more ravenous fans of the league. Excitement over their new career, she supposed, so she would lower her incredibly arched brow and only run her forehead slightly (for a just a few moments) and let them have their fun at their own expense. It wasn't their fault that the celebrity side of professional quidditch had her jaded. Just as Zinnia lifted her fingers from her forehead, she caught a young boy that had been previously hidden behind her palm doing the exact same movements. It wasn't anything to note really, plenty of people rubbed their foreheads and cheeks, but it was when her warm hazelnut gaze shifted to him that her heart seized terribly in her chest. So many nights, more than she was willing to admit, waking up in a cold sweat and sometimes even crying had lead to this moment. So many times wondering aloud to Rameil where they were and what they looked like...wondering if she would even know if she were to see them before her and yet seeing a little of them in every single face that graced SYNERGY each summer and spring. The nose, the distance from eyelash to brow, the shape of the ears, the sweetly judgemental smile...there was absolutely no mistaking them and suddenly thinking about library nook memories was a safe haven comparatively and she had to take a couple shaky deep breaths to collect herself as the crowd continued to gether. She was a professional. She could and would handle whatever curved bludger was thrown her way. "Hello," she greeted him with a bit of a befuddled smile, feeling as though she had taken a breath for the first time. Look...how grown...how dashing...Zinnia found herself wanting, almost desperately so, to count all the freckles on his face when the kneazle that had the young blonde's tongue finally let go and her Gion prompted her with a suggestion she could easily manifest. "I hope you also chew your food too," she nodded while collecting herself and nodding her head towards the girl as she grabbed her favorite self inking quill with gold metallic ink for signing things, pleased to be busying her hands for the moment. "Um...yes...of course. I can sign one of the buletin size posters I have here if you'd like," she offered as she tore her eyes away from the one boy and pulled a little stack of team posters as well as a this season's solo promotional shot of herself. One of the quiet lurkers seemed to be a little invigorated by the arrival of a friend and proposed a question to the booth - or perhaps mostly to Lio, but Zinnia was not one to never have an opinion on things. "No professional coach nor any of my opponents or teammates on the Kestrels nor the Bulgarian national team have ever cared about the O I got on my Charms NEWT nor that I had a lackluster performance in History of Magic," she laughed softly and rubbed her forehead ever so slightly. "Though my coach as a U-17 player had certain standards in place where we needed a certain average passing mark to remain on the team. Fall below an A and trickle over to a P...and you would find yourself warming the bench until those marks up went up." So, in the grand scheme of things they did not matter but at the same time did matter if you were going to use the U-17 league as a stepping stone towards that greater goal - like herself. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like