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sweetpinkpixie · 06-04-2026, 02:47 AM

Calliope had absolutely not sprinted the last stretch of grounds because she was running late. The fact that her cheeks carried the faintest hint of color from exertion and that a few rebellious strands had escaped the thick braid down her back was entirely unrelated.

Besides, she wasn't late.

The brunette strode through the pitch entrance with her broom balanced across one shoulder, boots crunching over the frost-kissed grass as her gaze immediately landed on the lone figure already stretching near the center of the field. She wasn't sure why he had asked her specifically to meet at the pitch for some training ― besides the obvious ― but she never ever backed down from a challenge. Even if maybe this was just about racing around on brooms for a bit, a chaser would be hard pressed to find someone better to push them to get faster than a seeker.

"You know," she called as she approached, voice carrying easily across the quiet pitch, "most people wait until their training partner arrives before they start trying to make them look bad." A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth despite the accusation. "Though, I am having a particularly fantastic hair day today, so you're going to have to work a lot harder."

Calliope dropped her broom carefully onto the grass beside his and immediately began rolling her shoulders loose, trying to disguise the fact that she was taking inventory of him in the same instinctive way she always assessed competitors. Posture. Balance. Energy levels. Whether he looked tired. Whether he looked confident. Annoyingly but also unsurprisingly, the answer to the last one seemed to be yes.

Her eyes flicked briefly toward the grey clouds gathering overhead before returning to him. "So what's the plan, Amstern? Or were you just hoping I'd show up and serenade you?"

Might actually be nice zipping around in some natural snowfall, come to think of it. The cold never bothered her, anyway.

06-04-2026, 02:47 AM	#3 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,523 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	that's me! this thread now has a very distinct color palette XD astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Calliope had absolutely not sprinted the last stretch of grounds because she was running late. The fact that her cheeks carried the faintest hint of color from exertion and that a few rebellious strands had escaped the thick braid down her back was entirely unrelated. Besides, she wasn't late. The brunette strode through the pitch entrance with her broom balanced across one shoulder, boots crunching over the frost-kissed grass as her gaze immediately landed on the lone figure already stretching near the center of the field. She wasn't sure why he had asked her specifically to meet at the pitch for some training ― besides the obvious ― but she never ever backed down from a challenge. Even if maybe this was just about racing around on brooms for a bit, a chaser would be hard pressed to find someone better to push them to get faster than a seeker. "You know," she called as she approached, voice carrying easily across the quiet pitch, "most people wait until their training partner arrives before they start trying to make them look bad." A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth despite the accusation. "Though, I am having a particularly fantastic hair day today, so you're going to have to work a lot harder." Calliope dropped her broom carefully onto the grass beside his and immediately began rolling her shoulders loose, trying to disguise the fact that she was taking inventory of him in the same instinctive way she always assessed competitors. Posture. Balance. Energy levels. Whether he looked tired. Whether he looked confident. Annoyingly but also unsurprisingly, the answer to the last one seemed to be yes. Her eyes flicked briefly toward the grey clouds gathering overhead before returning to him. "So what's the plan, Amstern? Or were you just hoping I'd show up and serenade you?" Might actually be nice zipping around in some natural snowfall, come to think of it. The cold never bothered her, anyway. __________________ 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