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sweetpinkpixie · 01-30-2025, 05:34 AM

Her heart hammered in her chest as her grip tightened around her broom, that cursed stupid school broom that refused to do anything right, let alone cooperate with someone of her caliber. It was like flying a block of wood rather than the finely tuned piece of quidditch equipment she was used to at home. Her breath came out in sharp, angry puffs as she shifted her balance and heard the crunch of grass beneath her boots. She glared up at him, Edgar Cloggs - the irritatingly transparent and utterly pointless ghost - and grumbled under his breath at his cheer. Truly, the last thing she needed was some floating relic like him haunting her right now.

"Iâ€™m fine," Calliope bit out, her jaw clenched, her posture rigid as she swung the handle of the broom from one shoulder to the other, something entirely different from the enchanted cold causing her to shiver. Tryouts were called, it was over, and she forced herself to stand tall, despite the hot surge of frustration burning beneath her pseudo-cool exterior - it was easy to see on her features that she was angrier than an insulted hippogriff.

At least she had completely forgotten about whoâ€™d been cheering her on from the stands and all that nonsense. Honestly, who needed the extra emotional drama right now? She'd also forgotten her manners and to praise her future teammates on their performances - but she was distraught!

So no, she would not be paying the healer a visit. She would just march right off this pitch and sulk.

Oh, and she was going to throw her worthless school broom down on the pitch as well.

*whump*

01-30-2025, 05:34 AM	#26 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,308 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	the dramallama departs XD astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Her heart hammered in her chest as her grip tightened around her broom, that cursed stupid school broom that refused to do anything right, let alone cooperate with someone of her caliber. It was like flying a block of wood rather than the finely tuned piece of quidditch equipment she was used to at home. Her breath came out in sharp, angry puffs as she shifted her balance and heard the crunch of grass beneath her boots. She glared up at him, Edgar Cloggs - the irritatingly transparent and utterly pointless ghost - and grumbled under his breath at his cheer. Truly, the last thing she needed was some floating relic like him haunting her right now. "*Iâ€™m fine," Calliope bit out, her jaw clenched, her posture rigid as she swung the handle of the broom from one shoulder to the other, something entirely different from the enchanted cold causing her to shiver. Tryouts were called, it was over, and she forced herself to stand tall, despite the hot surge of frustration burning beneath her pseudo-cool exterior - it was easy to see on her features that she was angrier than an insulted hippogriff. At least she had completely forgotten about whoâ€™d been cheering her on from the stands and all that nonsense. Honestly, who needed the extra emotional drama right now? She'd also forgotten her manners and to praise her future teammates on their performances - but she was distraught! So no, she would not be paying the healer a visit. She would just march right off this pitch and sulk. Oh, and she was going to throw her worthless school broom down on the pitch as well. whump* __________________ 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