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**Wilber Winterbottom** · #1 (**permalink**) 12-25-2022, 11:27 PM

Surrounding the Quidditch pitch itself is a stadium of stands for those who wish to spectate the activities going on there at the time. More often than not, the wooden frame of the stands is exposed and therefore makes it very easy to see if the pitch is in use. The sight of decorations on the stands, however, is a clear indication that a match will soon be taking place. Depending on who is scheduled to play that day, every alternating section of the stands is decorated with the colours of the two competing House teams.

The main viewing level of the stands is where most of the student body watch the action as it unfolds right at eye-level. Those willing to make the trek up the stairs of the sixteen towers scattered around the pitch though can view the action from a higher and arguably safer vantage point. No matter where you decide to sit, there is not a single bad seat in the stands. Whether you are have your fingers crossed for a friend while they tryout for the team, trying to sneak a peek while an opposing team is practicing, rooting for your House team during what is sure to be an entertaining match, or just want to sit down to enjoy the scenery in peace while no one is around, the pitch is the perfect place to be.

A word of caution: keep your eyes peeled for any rogue Bludgers or one of the players heading your way. While Quidditch can be fun to watch, the possibility that the action might literally get up in your face is always there.

ooc: please do not play for the flying professor: PhoenixRising

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 01-14-2026, 02:20 AM

Much as she enjoyed Quidditch - and of course her dad had played professionally and what-not - Avalon had never felt inclined to do the same. She was more of an auditions girl, if you will. But that wasn't gonna stop her from watching the tryouts every year! House spirit didn't stop just because you weren't playing.

"Let's go, Diego! Go, Marina!" she called before plopping into a seat.

Avalon set her bag next to her and unzipped it to pull out one of the Chocolate Frogs she had stashed in there. Upon ripping open the packaging, she quickly grabbed the frog with one hand before it could hop away then pulled out the card with the other.

Ugh. Ignatia Wildsmith again? Booooring.

*squidnie* · 01-14-2026, 03:31 AM

Cat was once again present for tryouts. In the spectator sense, that is. Quidditch was something that she was still trying to figure out. So here she was for the second year in a row, prepared to watch and (hopefully) learn.

She was searching for the best seat when she heard a very familiar name being called. Cheered, rather. Cat perked up a bit, heading over to the Gryffindor girl that seemed a bit older. “You know Marina?” She asked curiously, completely forgetting to introduce herself and just jumping right into conversation, as was her usual style.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 01-15-2026, 12:47 AM

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Originally Posted by squidnie

Cat was once again present for tryouts. In the spectator sense, that is. Quidditch was something that she was still trying to figure out. So here she was for the second year in a row, prepared to watch and (hopefully) learn.

She was searching for the best seat when she heard a very familiar name being called. Cheered, rather. Cat perked up a bit, heading over to the Gryffindor girl that seemed a bit older. “You know Marina?” She asked curiously, completely forgetting to introduce herself and just jumping right into conversation, as was her usual style.

Avalon was thiiiis close to just tossing the Ignatia Wildsmith card away - maybe the wind would carry it off to someone who didn't have fifty million of them - but the approach of another girl halted that impulsive thought. "Not very well," she replied with a casual shrug. "I mean, we haven't really talked, but we're in the same house, and I like knowing who's in my house." Even if she didn't actually know them, remembering their name was half the battle. And memorizing the names of the players on the Quidditch team wasn't difficult; there weren't that many, even when counting reserves.

"Do you?" Know Marina, that is. Seemed likely, but Avalon wanted to ask all the same.

*squidnie* · 01-15-2026, 03:33 AM

Oh. Well, that made perfect sense. Cat also liked to know who was in her house. She remembered faces better than names, though, and often didn’t prefer to talk to older kids. As a general rule. And when she thought about that, she suddenly felt a bit silly in this moment.

Regardless, Cat nodded, helping herself to a seat on the bench next to the other girl. “She’s my best friend, actually,” she said cheerfully. Proudly. Marina was basically the coolest person she knew. Probably. “We’re in the same year. I helped her clean up the Aether Alcove at the start of last term.” And the rest, as they say, was history.

Speaking of knowing the older students, though… “What’s your name?”

*PhoenixRising* · 01-15-2026, 04:30 AM

Kara hadn't really any reason to watch Quidditch up to this point. She'd been focused on Gobstones mostly. Which she still was since she was going to keep going for another year. Her performance over the summer had given her the confidence boost to keep going, although it'd be weird without Diego. Diego. The reason she was in the stands. She was sad he was abandoning her in Gobstones, but after he explained to her again for the umpteenth time, she understood his reasoning and as his friend she was here to show support. That's what friends did, right?

Taking the seat beside one of her dormmates, Avalon, "Hey girls, you don't mind my joining you?" Hopefully not, because she was already claiming this as her seat. She half listened to her and Cat talking briefly about Marina. No offense to Marina, but she didn't really know the younger girl too much other than her being reserve last year.

"Gooooo Diego!! You got this!!!" She cheered.

WhittyBitty · 01-17-2026, 02:38 AM

Just because Aurora wasn’t trying out for Quiddith this term didn’t mean that she was going to miss the tryouts. She had every intention of cheering on her friends and seeing how the Hufflepuff hopefuls would do. She would keep Emma updated on that as well as all the team’s scores in their letters. She was sure that her friend would want to know all of that.

Making her way to the stands, she noticed a small group was already there. There was Cat plus two other girls. She believed their names were Avalon and Kara. ”Is it alright if I sit here too?” Aurora sure hoped so, because she was taking a seat. She could always move elsewhere if needed. But otherwise they could sit together and cheer.

”Go Levi!” she cheered the younger Hufflepuff on.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 01-17-2026, 07:01 PM

Avalon smiled. "Aww, that's great!" What a fun way to become best friends with someone. Maybe not at the time, but in hindsight it was, at least in Avalon's opinion. Maybe she ought to check out the Aether Alcove more if there was a chance of making new friends. Ancient Runes wasn't exactly a subject that interested her, but maybe it would be worth it. Not to mention Professor Cox was pretty handsome for an old man.

Anyway.

"Avalon," she replied. "What's yours?"

Oh, and here came Kara and Aurora! "The more, the merrier!" She grinned. So yes, they were both welcome to sit.

"Does anyone want a chocolate frog?" she added, directing it to all three of them. She had plenty in her bag, so she was happy to share.

Samia · 01-19-2026, 10:55 AM

Quidditch still did not matter to Adrian. He maintained this belief with impressive consistency, including while climbing the steps to the stands two at a time like he was late to something important. It was a pointless sport. Overhyped. Loud. Something he reallly wanted everyone to understand, especially the many relatives of Minvera --- yet he was here.

And if it wasn't obvious already, it was only because of Marina.

He took a seat with a clear view of the pitch, legs stretching out to rest against the bench in front of him, posture easy enough to pass for disinterest. Close enough to hear the chatter, the cheers, the nervous commentary. Nodding at a girl (Avalon) passing Chocolate Frogs, he took one before giving her a small smile, “Thanks” . He spotted Cat a few rows down and gave her a brief nod of recognition as well. He’d heard enough over the summer to know exactly who she was.

When Marina finally kicked off the ground, he shifted -- his jaw tightening slightly. He remembered last term too well. The reserve spot. The way she’d smiled like it didn’t bother her while it clearly did. Adrian leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees now. “All right,” he murmured to himself, eyes fixated on his sister, “Show them.”

And when someone tried to cheer for her competition, Adrian TRIED not to shoot them a look.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-20-2026, 03:02 AM

Iris told herself (very mindfully, very demurely) that she was here for JT.

That was the explanation she clung to as she had climbed the stands, History of Magic notes tucked beneath her arm, a roll of parchment threatening to slide loose with every step. Supporting a friend during tryouts was normal. Sensible, even. Even if she had a mountain of revision still left to do and technically couldn't afford to spend the afternoon away from the library under her bed. Which explained why she sat nice and far away from her rowdy peers and their more obvious methods of showing support. Her stomach did chatstize her with a grumble for passing up the offering of a chocolate frog though.

Mid sentence into her lengthy outline of the impact the Scientific Revolution had on the separation of magic from early science and therefore the impact on the safety of the wizarding world, she heard heavy feet taking steps two at a time and looked up to spot him settling in a few rows ahead. Iris forced her eyes back down at her book, though the more the tried to focus the more she was acutely aware of his presence. She flipped the page, nearing tearing it at the seam, and underlined a date which she immediately forgot and had to reread the entire passage again.

Why is he even here? He hardly seemed the sort to be invested in school sports or school spirit - so this whole term was surely just torturous to him - and yet when the little blonde Gryffindor lifted off...the shift in Adrian was impossible to miss. Iris' gaze flicked up just in time to catch it: the tightening of his jaw, the way he leaned forward like gravity had shifted the direction of its force. She pretended very hard to be invested in a footnote about the International Statute of Secrecy, though the words blurred into meaninglessness. Adrian murmured something under his breath and Iris felt a traitorous flutter in her chest as gravity pushed her to lean forward a bit as well. She adjusted her grip on her parchment, as if that might steady her, as if History of Magic had ever been useful in moments like this.

She cleared her throat quietly, eyes back on her notes. "For someone who doesn't care about Quidditch,” she said as casually as she could muster, "you are remarkably invested."

Her lips pulled into a sidelong smile as she continued to stare at the page in front of her. The date still hadn't stuck.

Samia · 01-20-2026, 06:24 PM

Adrian didn’t look at her right away but Iris' comment made his lips pull into a small smirk anyway. His eyes stayed on the pitch, tracking Marina as she lined herself up again, as if the air itself might try something funny the second he blinked.

“Please,” he said oh so casually, looking back at her finally, “If I were invested, I’d be screaming, waving a banner, or starting a chant that definitely gets us both removed from the stands.” His eyes flicked back to the pitch just in time to watch Marina pull a sharp turn, and he made a low, appreciative sound in his throat before he could stop himself.

“I’m simply studying the natural behavior of a Gryffindor under pressure.” Technically, he wasn't lying.

“Also,” he added, very nonchalantly, “I’ve already communed with the spirits. They said if she gets benched again, I’m allowed to haunt the selection committee.” He leaned back, stretching out, posture all ease again, though his foot bounced once against the bench ahead of him like it had a mind of its own.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-21-2026, 05:28 AM

Iris finally did look up, but only just enough to roll her eyes at him - the result of years of not rewarding nonsense with too much attention.

"First of all," she huffed, blowing some wisps of hair away from her lightly freckled cheeks, "that was a one time academic experiment, which went spectacularly off the rails due to outside interference." Her gaze flicked pointedly in his direction, cheeks warming from the wind, before returning to the pitch. "I don’t conduct séances recreationally." So if that was an attempt to impress her, it was ineffective.

She paused, watching said Gryffindor-under-pressure a moment before adding, "Second, there is no selection committee. It’s Professor Springer. Singular. So if you plan on haunting anyone, you might want to find a more efficient use of your afterlife." A beat, then, almost absently, "Also, your untimely demise would upset a statistically inconvenient number of people, so let’s not pencil that in."

Her parchment shifted on her lap as she leaned forward, pushing her attention to be drawn back to the pitch. She scanned the airspace more deliberately now, eyes catching on JT’s form among the tryouts, and something in her chest tightened in a way History of Magic had never adequately prepared her for as the knot of guilt suddenly settled deeper. Iris swallowed and forced herself to breathe, fingers curling briefly around the edge of her notes before she smoothed them flat again. She told herself the odd flutter in her pulse was stress. Or altitude. Or the sun. Certainly not the proximity of Slytherin boys and their infuriating gravitational pull.

"What are your conclusions?" she asked, tone carefully neutral. "With regards to your subject of investigation?" She paused, then, lightly, as if it were merely an observational footnote and not anything more personal than that, "You seem… familiar with her flight patterns."

Samia · 01-21-2026, 04:05 PM

Adrian opened his mouth to answer and then Marina missed a hoop. Not badly. Not disastrously. Just enough for the quaffle to drift off course. He leaned forward, elbows planting on his knees, fingers curling together tensely. “…Don’t rush it,” he muttered under his breath, not angry. Protective. Like he was holding back the instinct to stand, to interfere with physics itself.

When Marina corrected herself, Adrian's shoulders loosened a fraction Turning his head, he found himself studying Iris now with that familiar, unsettling attentiveness. “Thank you for clarifying,” he added lightly. “One professor.” A pause, mouth tilting. “That actually simplifies things. If Springer benches her again, haunting’s inefficient. I’ll just request a conversation. Politely. Persistently.”

His gaze flicked back to the pitch as Marina threaded the next hoop clean, pride flashing quick and unguarded before he caught himself.

Then Iris’ comment caught up to him.

Adrian glanced back at her, brow lifting, “You know,” he said mildly, “You have a very strange way of telling someone you’d be upset if they died.”

He leaned back again, posture settling into something deceptively easy, “As for familiarity,” he continued, eyes returning to Marina mid-dive, “She rushes when she thinks she’s being watched,” he said quietly, softly -- before adding: “I’ve watched her fly when no one was watching. Trust me, she is better then.”

*squidnie* · 01-21-2026, 11:00 PM

And quite suddenly, they were not alone.

Cat sat quietly as she watched the drama unfold, gratefully accepting a chocolate frog from Avalon. Rowena Ravenclaw. How appropriate. She tucked the card into her bag and began nibbling at the treat, but most of her attention was focused on Iris and Adrian. She’d never spoken to him, of course, but Marina had spoken of him enough that she was confident in her identification.

She began to wonder if she would speak in similar ways when she was older. It seemed from her (albeit somewhat limited) observations that teenagers had feelings. Although Aurora and the other girl seemed nice - not that Iris and Adrian didn’t, it was just different.

Curious.

“I’m so glad I’m not a teenager yet,” she mumbled, the words escaping before she could rein them in appropriately.

Charely Potter · 01-22-2026, 01:53 AM

Diallo was here as well all this time. He was curious to see who would be leading the charge for Slytherin. Probably JT. He was a Forsfelle! They liked to show up in sports, he deduced. But that wasn't all the reason why he was here.

His dear cousin, Diego, was trying out. Which prompted him to try out for Gobstones as soon as this was over since he was no longer going to play the sport. "Yeah!" He cheered on for his friend, Levi, who was also trying out. He felt like he knew good people. He eyed the girls who were nearby cheering on his cousin like a little mini-fan club. Oh he could not wait to write to his Uncles about this. Now they were gearing up to score against him.

"You can do it!" Diallo cheered, waving a Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff flag. Hey, it was a lot to support your people when they were in different houses.

sweetpinkpixie · 01-22-2026, 04:11 AM

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Originally Posted by Samia

Adrian opened his mouth to answer and then Marina missed a hoop. Not badly. Not disastrously. Just enough for the quaffle to drift off course. He leaned forward, elbows planting on his knees, fingers curling together tensely. “…Don’t rush it,” he muttered under his breath, not angry. Protective. Like he was holding back the instinct to stand, to interfere with physics itself.

When Marina corrected herself, Adrian's shoulders loosened a fraction Turning his head, he found himself studying Iris now with that familiar, unsettling attentiveness. “Thank you for clarifying,” he added lightly. “One professor.” A pause, mouth tilting. “That actually simplifies things. If Springer benches her again, haunting’s inefficient. I’ll just request a conversation. Politely. Persistently.”

His gaze flicked back to the pitch as Marina threaded the next hoop clean, pride flashing quick and unguarded before he caught himself.

Then Iris’ comment caught up to him.

Adrian glanced back at her, brow lifting, “You know,” he said mildly, “You have a very strange way of telling someone you’d be upset if they died.”

He leaned back again, posture settling into something deceptively easy, “As for familiarity,” he continued, eyes returning to Marina mid-dive, “She rushes when she thinks she’s being watched,” he said quietly, softly -- before adding: “I’ve watched her fly when no one was watching. Trust me, she is better then.”

Iris followed his line of sight back to the pitch, noting the position of the sun in the sky and figuring there was not much time left before tryouts concluded. She couldn't be certain - she had taken her glasses off for the moment - but it looked like some brooms were peeling off towards the sidelines as well, or perhaps they were simply moving to retrieve quaffles.

And then, against her better judgement, her gaze drifted back to Adrian and not her notes. There was something disarming about the concentration in his expression when he wasn't performing indifference - the way his brown eyes caught the light when he tracked motion, warming the tone into something objectively aesthetically pleasing. It was...annoyingly handsome and - nope, she looked away, sharply, down at her notes before the thought could finish settling.

"That―I was just―that wasn't―you ought not read too much into those words," she deflected primly, shifting her parchment yet again while pretending very hard that the slight quickening of her pulse had absolutely nothing to do with him. "I was a practical observation and just common sense. I'm sure she," she gestured to the pitch, hopefully somewhere near where the little blonde Gryffindor was - hard to see with her glasses in her lap, "would wholeheartedly agree with me too."

She tried, earnestly, to return to History of Magic, and read the same sentence several times before giving up. It had been illogical to think she could get any revision done in the stands anyway. She glanced elsewhere for a moment, spotting Cat and offered a tight smile of sorts because the girl was looking their way.

"So," she added, curiosity threading back in as she turned back to the Slytherin, "does your subject know she has such a diligent observer?"

Samia · 01-22-2026, 11:35 AM

Adrian caught the deflection immediately. He always did. Iris wielded logic the way some people wielded shields, and she was very obviously hiding behind it now. A corner of his mouth tipped up, slow and knowing, as his gaze stayed on the pitch a moment longer.

“Mm. Practical observation,” he echoed lightly. “Of course.” Then, with the gentlest tilt of his head, and an obvious smirk - he added: “It’s just a fascinating choice of phrasing, that’s all. Most people go with ‘tragic’ or ‘unfortunate.’ You went straight for ‘statistically inconvenient.’ Very precise. Very… invested.”

He leaned forward again, forearms on his knees, completely unaware that Cat’s eyes had drifted their way. The cheers, the motion, the quiet back-and-forth with Iris had narrowed his world to two things: the pitch and the conversational rally between them. Everything else might as well have been fog.

“She knows,” he said, answering Iris’ next question without quite looking at her. “She always checks the stands before she starts.” The corner of his mouth curved again, softer than before. “I don’t think she calls it being watched,” he added. “I think she calls it not flying alone.”

sweetpinkpixie · 01-24-2026, 01:43 AM

Iris inhaled to respond and paused.

The air tasted...

Not wrong exactly, just… sweet. Warm. Like caramel popcorn and spun sugar drifting through a fairground at dusk. She frowned faintly, confused, because she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and certainly nothing that would account for that particular flavour blooming at the back of her tongue. Stress response, she told herself automatically. Or—she glanced forward towards the back of his head despite herself—the proximity of observant Slytherins.

Unhelpful. All of it.

"That would be because tragic and unfortunate are imprecise," she offered, voice much steadier than she felt. "They're emotionally resonant but mathematically useless." She paused a moment before conceding ground to him. "We all know it's an absolute. Like entropy. Or decay in old runic structures." She hesitated, fingers brushing the edge of her parchment. "But untimely deaths disrupt pattern. They create gaps where meaning was still… compiling."

Entropy...

He was entropy.
Such inconvenient timing.

She glanced back down for barely half a second, her gaze lifting just at the right moment to catch his eyes just as the sun broke through a gap in the clouds just so to hit them properly... brown warmed to amber, softened by the way he spoke about his subject with quiet certainty. It struck her then, uncomfortably, how closely he watched the world... like he was always mapping constellations no one else bothered to chart.

Her eyes stayed on the pitch, but the words angled unmistakably toward him. "Which is why they're inconvenient. Statistically." A pause. "And personally."

Her attention drifted back to the airspace as players threaded the hoops in quick, controlled bursts, and one Slytherin in particular caught her eye — haughty and carving sharp turns after her shot that seemed aimed less at the course and more at testing Adrian's Gryffindor at the hoops. The Ravenclaw hoped the brunette missed. Her focus shifted despite herself as JT entered the run, breath catching in spite of the clean swerve to avoid another Gryffindor's near collision before flying the rest of the course with ease... and she found herself quietly hoping his shot went in.

She turned back to Adrian then and just as she was about to compare him to something in old glyph work that roughly translated to 'witness as an anchor' ... the air in the stands suddenly changed. The glint of gold she hadn't noticed before suddenly flared against the sky and a boy from her house went diving after it. Her attention snapped after hearing a loud CRACK as bat hit bludger ― but it was a warning that came too late. The bludger was already broken from its initial path, hurtling toward the stands on a collision course that was terrifyingly specific. Too close for a clean spell, too fast for reason, Iris' hand flew for her wand anyway. Her fingers fumbled, slick with panic, and it slipped from her grasp, clattering uselessly against the bench. A shriek tore from her throat as the bludger closed the distance with nothing left but impact.

Samia · 01-24-2026, 12:58 PM

Adrian’s reply didn’t come out as words. It came out as a sharp inhale that stalled halfway in his chest when the crack split the air and the pitch noise warped into something wrong. His eyes snapped from the sky to the stands, to the glint of gold that had no business being that close, and then to Iris as her wand fell uselessly against the bench.

For one very unhelpful heartbeat, he did nothing heroic at all.

He just stared. Calculated. Too fast. Too close. Bad angle.

“Merlin,” he said flatly, maybe annoyed even.

Then he moved, yet again not heroic - but more like someone knocking over a chair in a hurry. Adrian awkwardly lunged forward and grabbed a fistful of her sleeve and yanked her with him, ducking hard behind the bench as the bludger screamed past where her head had been a second earlier.

The impact came anyway. Wood splintered somewhere above them, Adrian hit the floor very awkwardly, “Brilliant,” he hissed, half to himself, half to the world, still crouched too low and too close. “Absolutely textbook example of why I don’t like team sports.”

Only then did he look at her.

“Alright there?”

sweetpinkpixie · 01-25-2026, 05:57 AM

For a moment, Iris couldn't answer. The world had suddenly narrowed and turned topsy-turvy in a matter of seconds. The hard edge of the bench at her back, her limbs tangled up with Adrian somehow, his grip still tight on her sleeve, the smell of dust and wood in the air. Her breath came in sharp and shallow pulls, heart drumming in her ear, and then ―

"GHHHHK―"

Gone was the spun sugar warmth, in came the sharp and vivid onslaught of copper and rain, something sour like crushed green apple skins, and a sterile bitterness like burnt toast left on the table all morning. It flooded her mouth so suddenly she thought she might ― well, the good news was she didn't. Her eyes squeezed shut as she fought the instinctive recoil, one of her hands fisting in the nearest thing she could find, which in this instance just so happened to be his shirt. 'Adrenaline' she thought wildly, dismissing the notion in her next breath.

Her eyes refocused, fingers loosening from their white knuckled grip as she swallowed hard. A few steadying breaths later, she blinked up at him, heart still hammering as wood creaked overhead and the bludger rolled free of the crater it had torn, clattering down the row of benches before lodging against a chunk of splintered debris.

"I―yes," she nodded, her voice thin. She pressed her lips together and dragged her tongue along the inside of her mouth, dry as if she'd crossed a desert on foot. "I think so." She swallowed again, and with it came another echo of metal at the back of her tongue. Her gaze shifted ― not in where she was looking, but how― brows knitting as she tried to catalogue him the way she did her OWL revision notes. "You...you pulled me clear," she added. An obvious observation, but stating the obvious was all she could apparently manage just then.

Samia · 01-26-2026, 12:56 PM

Good. Iris had managed to speak a full sentence, which meant she was fine, Adrian could breathe a little easier and the universe could stop auditioning for a tragedy now. Good thing he had had plenty of practice with rogue bludgers, unfortunately. He had learned when to duck.

Releasing her sleeve properly this time, his hands moved away from her as he leaned back just enough to reclaim personal space. His eyes flicked once to the bludger lodged in the wreckage, then away, already demoting it to a problem that had happened.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” he added, casual again. “Though I maintain that you did most of the work by screaming. Very effective early-warning system.”

sweetpinkpixie · Yesterday, 04:33 AM

Iris let out a breath that might almost have passed for a laugh if it weren't pitched a little too high and her mouth still laced with peculiar flavoring.

"Thank you, wait, what? I―Please don't take that as precedent," she said quickly, heat creeping up her neck as she pushed herself upright. "I'm really not… loud. A loud person. Under normal circumstances. So I wouldn't rely on my screaming as any indication of anything." She shot him a look that was meant to be dry and authoritative and came out something closer to flustered instead.

Entirely the bludger's fault.

...and the fact that she couldn't see too clearly, which was given Adrian a sort of haze around the edge.

Becoming suddenly aware of how close they still were, and used the excuse immediately. "My glasses," she said suddenly, the perfect excuse to move away, as she pushed herself back on her heels and spun around. She began patting the bench and the floor around them, hoping they were still in one piece or at least something close to it when they were discovered. "They were on my lap before―"

Before. Why had they even been in her lap in the first place? Didn't matter, she needed them back.

If she needed any further evidence that she was a dreadful dueller, this was it. There was a reason she prefered theoretical spellwork over practical application.

Now that she'd managed a bit of distance from him, the taste dulled Iris coughed once, then again, still feeling around somewhat blindly for her glasses, and wished she had a glass of water on hand because Merlin was she thirsty.

*PhoenixRising* · Yesterday, 04:49 AM

If Professor Springer was being honest, she hadn't been paying too much attention to the stands - her focus had been on the prospective Quidditch Players. And rightfully so, however, between the snitch sailing towards them and a bludger, there was the lingering older two students present after the tryouts conclusion that caught her sight.

"Miss Harden, Mister García Massey, is everything okay?" She asked genuinely worried, the first looking like a deer in headlights. So she was nearly positive that everything was not okay with Miss Harden and had she tried to deny it, Jasmine would know instinctively she was lying.

That was when she noticed there was something missing from the Ravenclaw's face, which had taken her a few moments to realize. Had she arrived a moment earlier she would have heard her declare what was missing.

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