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sweetpinkpixie · 01-23-2025, 04:05 AM

Nope. No Seeker for her. This snowstorm would have to fling her right off her broom and into a goalpost before she’d ever seriously consider it.

Calliope’s eyes darted up at the sound of an older girl's voice, catching sight of the older girl as she maneuvered toward the goalposts. She raised an eyebrow, her fingers tightening around the quaffle she had just retrieved and shifted her weight on her mediocre school broom. "Be foolish to turn down the opportunity to watch a seasoned player," she nodded, her voice light but competitive. Calliope kept an eye on the U-17 rosters, though she wasn’t exactly memorizing names. She was more focused on who’d be aging out soon so she could figure out her odds when it was finally her turn to try out. With a quick glance to gauge Nadia’s position, she snapped her arm forward, sending the red ball soaring through the air. "Think fast!" Calliope called out, pivoting mid-flight, her broom handle gripped tight as she watched the quaffle arc sharply toward the older Gryffindor.

Calliope’s attention snapped back to the flurry just in time to see her housemate's pass flying toward her. Her eyes narrowed in focus, quickly calculating the best angle to intercept it. Without missing a beat, she darted into position, reaching out and snagging the quaffle with a smooth, practiced motion - though there was a bit of bobbling due to rigidness in her fingers from the cold. The icy air bit at her cheeks as she tucked the ball under her arm and she adjusted her grip on her broom. "Thanks," she called out, her voice cutting through the gusting wind as she shot him a quick, confident grin. "I'll meet you at the posts!" She didn’t waste a moment before making a sharp turn, speeding toward the goalposts once again.

You see, the first year had noticed Professor Adara watching and the snakette had to capitalized on the attention while she had it.

Calliope adjusted her grip on the Quaffle and took a sharper line toward the goalposts. Thighs gripping the handle of her broom for additional stability - stupid wind - she raised her arm, the quaffle balanced on her palm, and flung it ahead where she hoped her older housemade would be to intercept. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, with her finishing the sequence off to really leave that lasting impression on the Flying instructor's mind.

Which, of course, meant that this was the precise moment everything would go topsy-turvy.

Calliope’s stomach dropped as a gust of wind slammed into her, sending her tumbling sideways. The icy chill bit at her skin, and for a split second, she was sure she was going to throw her right off her broom. Her hands clenched desperately around the handle, fingers numb, but she refused to let go even as her legs dangled in midair. Her arms, still a bit too twiggy for comfort but stronger than most would expect, began to ache as she strained to pull herself back onto her broom. Her heart raced, adrenaline pounding through her veins, but the effort only seemed to make her grip slip. She kicked her legs in frustration, trying to fling herself back over the broom’s handle. But of course, the stupid school broom, with its infuriating safety enchantments, started lowering itself toward the ground. Before she could even process how she’d failed, her feet hit the grass with a soft thud.

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she stood there, a mix of disappointment and embarrassment creeping up on her and nearly making her eyes water. She knew she should’ve been better than this - she was better than this. She blamed the whole mess on Maddox’s stupid tarot reading, like somehow that was the reason she’d lost her focus. He’d probably cursed her with that stupid upside down Fool card, and now she here, grounded like a total idiot. Like a fool.

Great. Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust great.

01-23-2025, 04:05 AM	#18 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,429 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	slightly rearranging some reply ordering for the sake of fluidity #dramallama astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Nope. No Seeker for her. This snowstorm would have to fling her right off her broom and into a goalpost before she’d ever seriously consider it. Calliope’s eyes darted up at the sound of an older girl's voice, catching sight of the older girl as she maneuvered toward the goalposts. She raised an eyebrow, her fingers tightening around the quaffle she had just retrieved and shifted her weight on her mediocre school broom. "Be foolish to turn down the opportunity to watch a seasoned player," she nodded, her voice light but competitive. Calliope kept an eye on the U-17 rosters, though she wasn’t exactly memorizing names. She was more focused on who’d be aging out soon so she could figure out her odds when it was finally her turn to try out. With a quick glance to gauge Nadia’s position, she snapped her arm forward, sending the red ball soaring through the air. "Think fast!" Calliope called out, pivoting mid-flight, her broom handle gripped tight as she watched the quaffle arc sharply toward the older Gryffindor. Calliope’s attention snapped back to the flurry just in time to see her housemate's pass flying toward her. Her eyes narrowed in focus, quickly calculating the best angle to intercept it. Without missing a beat, she darted into position, reaching out and snagging the quaffle with a smooth, practiced motion - though there was a bit of bobbling due to rigidness in her fingers from the cold. The icy air bit at her cheeks as she tucked the ball under her arm and she adjusted her grip on her broom. "Thanks," she called out, her voice cutting through the gusting wind as she shot him a quick, confident grin. "I'll meet you at the posts!" She didn’t waste a moment before making a sharp turn, speeding toward the goalposts once again. You see, the first year had noticed Professor Adara watching and the snakette had to capitalized on the attention while she had it. Calliope adjusted her grip on the Quaffle and took a sharper line toward the goalposts. Thighs gripping the handle of her broom for additional stability - stupid wind - she raised her arm, the quaffle balanced on her palm, and flung it ahead where she hoped her older housemade would be to intercept. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, with her finishing the sequence off to really leave that lasting impression on the Flying instructor's mind. Which, of course, meant that this was the precise moment everything would go topsy-turvy. Calliope’s stomach dropped as a gust of wind slammed into her, sending her tumbling sideways. The icy chill bit at her skin, and for a split second, she was sure she was going to throw her right off her broom. Her hands clenched desperately around the handle, fingers numb, but she refused to let go even as her legs dangled in midair. Her arms, still a bit too twiggy for comfort but stronger than most would expect, began to ache as she strained to pull herself back onto her broom. Her heart raced, adrenaline pounding through her veins, but the effort only seemed to make her grip slip. She kicked her legs in frustration, trying to fling herself back over the broom’s handle. But of course, the stupid school broom, with its infuriating safety enchantments, started lowering itself toward the ground. Before she could even process how she’d failed, her feet hit the grass with a soft thud. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she stood there, a mix of disappointment and embarrassment creeping up on her and nearly making her eyes water. She knew she should’ve been better than this - she was better than this. She blamed the whole mess on Maddox’s stupid tarot reading, like somehow that was the reason she’d lost her focus. He’d probably cursed her with that stupid upside down Fool card, and now she here, grounded like a total idiot. Like a fool. Great. Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust great. __________________ 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