Open Totally Not Staring At The Team

Mania Athanasiou

Mania Athanasiou

A bit lost🌪️ Looking after you 🌪️ Causing chaos
 
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OOC First Name
Faye
Blood Status
Half Blood
Relationship Status
Too Young to Care
Sexual Orientation
A mystery
Wand
Straight 13 Inch Flexible Ivy Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
Age
02/2052 (12)
After her little chat with her dormmates Nia had been very curious to see more of the Quidditch team. Peregrine had made an awfully good point with the fact that the team members were cute. So with that in mind Mania had taken it to herself to go and totally not stare at the team as they did their try outs. She didn't really care for the sport, no she just wanted to stare and try to spot the cutest players. It wasn't for anything other than for her own fun. Sitting at the bleachers she wore her glasses for ultra precision for the decision, as one should. This was after all serious business.

OOCOut of Character:
Inspo credit to Kiersten <3
 
Blanc didn't think riding a horse was going to be like riding a broomstick. He had experience with one, but not the other. Even Rouge who was much better than he ever was at not falling off a moving seat would have trouble, he bet. The first year was wrapped up warm and sat on his own watching the tryouts for his house, trying to determine whether Quidditch really seemed as vicious as it sounded, when he saw another girl watching the crowd playing too. "How do you know which ones are good?" he asked the older girl. Unless someone fell off their broom, how did they know if they were actually better than the others in the air?​
 
Mania's attention wavered slightly as she heard a voice from next to her, it was a younger boy asking her a question. Shrugging the second year returned her eyes to the players. "I don't know much about the game and I don't truly care for it. I'm here simply for the view." She explained with a small smile. She knew a few things about the sport but nothing enough to tell who was good and who wasn't. Nia had never truly cared enough to learn either.
 
Blanc frowned at the girls response, it not making any sense to the first year. "Why are you here then?" he asked, "If you go to the owlery, you can see so much more from there. Here, the view is all blocked by the pillars and stuff," he nodded his head toward the pitch, where the players were flying around getting in the way of the nice view beyond. It seemed weird to Blanc that someone would put themselves in the stands if they were going to try and ignore the sport in front of them. "Maybe one of the professors can tell you where the best view is?" Blanc suddenly thought, thinking that if this girl was told by a professor, she would be more likely to trust them too. The brunette begun to look around, hoping to find a responsible adult.​
 
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