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Samia · 01-13-2026, 04:28 PM

Marina lingered at the edge of the pitch longer than she probably should have.

Not out of nerves exactly. More… irritation. She watched the brooms lift, listened to Professor Jasmine’s instructions, tracked who moved with confidence and who moved like they were trying to convince themselves they belonged in the air - a scene similar to her own last term.

Reserve Keeper.

The memory sat unpleasantly sharp in her chest. Showing up to every practice. Standing ready. Then folding her hands and watching matches go by while someone else guarded the hoops. Cheering when she meant it, pretending it didn’t ache when she didn’t. Quite frankly? It had sucked.

Yet... she was here again.

Her dad would say she didn't have anythinng to prove, yet she was here again.

When the signal came, Marina mounted her broom with a sharp kick-off - nerves clearly catching up to her.

The hoops came fast. SOmehow, she took them faster.

Not recklessly, but with that particular Marina-brand urgency, cutting angles a little too close. The moving hoop dipped and she overcorrected, then over-overcorrected, then snapped neatly through it with a little dance mid-air. By the time she reached the end of the course, her hair had come loose and her breathing was just a bit uneven.

Slowing down, her eyes flicked toward the goal hoops where Diego and Janice had already stationed.

Oh.

Of course.

But nope, she was so not just sitting on the sidelines thhis time, “Hi,” she called, waving once,“I was reserve Keeper last term and I’m trying very hard not to emotionally spiral about it, so could I please take a turn in goal?”

Or were they REALLY fighting for it?

01-13-2026, 04:28 PM	#7 (permalink)
Samia Granian Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: sappyville♥ Posts: 21,083 Hogwarts RPG Name: Marina García Massey Gryffindor Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Adrian García Massey Slytherin Fifth Year x5	Marina Garcia Massey \| Keeper, Gryffindor sappysapper MAJNOO, YO! Marina lingered at the edge of the pitch longer than she probably should have. Not out of nerves exactly. More… irritation. She watched the brooms lift, listened to Professor Jasmine’s instructions, tracked who moved with confidence and who moved like they were trying to convince themselves they belonged in the air - a scene similar to her own last term. Reserve Keeper. The memory sat unpleasantly sharp in her chest. Showing up to every practice. Standing ready. Then folding her hands and watching matches go by while someone else guarded the hoops. Cheering when she meant it, pretending it didn’t ache when she didn’t. Quite frankly? It had sucked. Yet... she was here again. Her dad would say she didn't have anythinng to prove, yet she was here again. When the signal came, Marina mounted her broom with a sharp kick-off - nerves clearly catching up to her. The hoops came fast. SOmehow, she took them faster. Not recklessly, but with that particular Marina-brand urgency, cutting angles a little too close. The moving hoop dipped and she overcorrected, then over-overcorrected, then snapped neatly through it with a little dance mid-air. By the time she reached the end of the course, her hair had come loose and her breathing was just a bit uneven. Slowing down, her eyes flicked toward the goal hoops where Diego and Janice had already stationed. Oh. Of course. But nope, she was so not just sitting on the sidelines thhis time, “Hi,” she called, waving once,“I was reserve Keeper last term and I’m trying very hard not to emotionally spiral about it, so could I please take a turn in goal?” Or were they REALLY fighting for it? __________________ ......................let's be reckless, unaffected, running out until we're breathless ...............let's be hopeful, don't get broken, and stay caught up in the moment ♥