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Rion scratched a little too hard; a big chunk of glitter fell into her lap. "I thought you said you were too old for that," she muttered.

Rion lowered the card, deflating. "Some people say you should marry your best friend," she said. "Maybe you should get married, and then she can come and live with us." She scratched intently at the pattern of glitter, as if this had her full focus, and the idea of Ava coming to stay forever was...

Rion held up the card, eyebrows raised. "These kinda look like feelings to me."

Rion allowed herself the quickest of eye-rolls. "That's a long time," she said, dropping the card back in the box and pulling out another. Also from Ava. "She's single, right? Maybe you should ask her on a date."

"But you've been friends for a really long time," Rion said, studying her grandpa carefully for his reaction. "Best friends." Honestly, it was incredible that she even had to draw his attention to this. He could be quite oblivious sometimes.

Rion brushed her dusty hands on her jeans. She was enjoying helping her granddad clear out his old house, but more than anything else, the place needed a good clean. Setting aside one box, she opened another. It was full of greetings cards. On the top of the pile, one from Ava, wishing Monty a...

Name: Rion Pendleton House: Ravenclaw

Alicia was so nice. That made Rion feel even worse. She'd had several opportunities to approach the Gryffindor, but hadn't yet found the courage. All she knew was her name and house. "I'm sorry," she said, and she was relieved to find that the fear in her voice made her sound more sincere, not...

Rion couldn't believe it. Even as an alternate - even as an alternate in practice - she couldn't avoid being hit by a bludger the moment she got into the sky. Luckily, it hit a fleshy spot and bounced away. It would leave a bruise later, but it wouldn't stop her from playing. Gripping her broom...

Rion, too, recognised the Gryffindor from classes, although she was a little preoccupied by the sight of the ground swaying beneath her broom. What was wrong with her? She'd done this dozens of times. She'd done it the other day, in tryouts - and she'd even scored a goal. Throw it. Stop being a...

Rion couldn't help but think she'd made a mistake. The idea of flying, in her experience, was always so much better than the reality, and even the thrill of win couldn't make her feel better about the prospect of getting back on her broom. It was different at try-outs. Nobody was relying on her...

Mate

Rion took some slow, deep breaths as she made her way across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch. Flying was like riding a bike, right? You couldn't forget how to do it? Merlin, she certainly hoped not. Her foray into the game had been... eventful, but she'd started to get the hang of it in the end...

"No! Perfect timing. My granddad's making lunch," said Rion, closing the door. But back to the important part - he'd brought her gifts. Not just any old gifts, but thoughtful ones; her favourite cookies, and flowers she could plant in the garden and keep alive forever. That was a much better...

Rion stood in front of her long mirror, chewing her lip. Was the purple eyeshadow too much? Three hours reading make-up tutorials, two hours painstakingly applying it, and another hour touching it up, and somehow she'd still managed to look like a six-year-old had attacked her with a paint...

Definitely never ever too late to pursue something that makes you happy!! I really love this way of thinking! This is where the 'well I'm just going to do it for 5 minutes and then I can stop if I want to' trick really comes in clutch for me =)) Has anyone else figured out any good study...