bookish | perfectionist | alt. seeker
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Sexual Orientation
- too busy to bother
- Ash Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn
- 3/2037 (11)
Getting on to the team, even as an alternate had been a dream come true for Minnie. Her heart had swelled at receiving the news and she had immediately told her parents about it in a long letter, in which she had described blow by blow what had happened. She had thought it would be good, that her parents would be pleased with her. She had had a good first week at the school, she had done all her homework, won extra house points and she had gotten a position on the team, second string but it was a position nonetheless. But, the letter she’d received that morning had not been as glowing as she’d expected. It had clearly been penned by both of her parents and they had congratulated her on the position, but Minnie could tell that they weren’t as happy as they were saying they were. She had read how they were surprised that she’d gone for seeker when she would be better as a chaser, that they were pleased she’d gotten second string but, perhaps if she had tried for chaser or if she’d caught the snitch earlier she might’ve gotten a full position on the team. They had reinforced in their letter that she couldn’t lag behind in her studying, that she had to keep religiously to the schedule that they had, because a few extra points at the beginning wasn’t going to be enough. She’d in her letter, talked a little about the some coming halloween celebrations, which her parents reminded her, was not a part of their agreed plan, making it clear that they didn’t want her to go. All in all, it hadn’t been a letter that Minnie had expected.
Her frustration over it, had dragged her out of the school and to the quidditch pitch. She was supposed to spend this time revising for the next class she had, completing homework and doing a few of the extras that her parents expected of her. No, she was frustrated and the books she knew would not help her. She needed to get better at quidditch, she liked flying. She liked sports, it had always broken up her days at home, more so than the running or anything else. Minnie reached the quidditch pitch and put down the broom next to her. She had changed into more suitable quidditch gear, discarded the letter in the dorm room. Why couldn’t they have just said congratulations and left it at that. Why couldn’t they just be proud of her, it was only the beginning of her school career. She hadn’t even wanted to go to the halloween celebration, but her parents telling her she wasn’t allowed made her reconsider. Why were they still trying to control each part while not even there. Minnie stretched on the pitch, she didn’t want to injury herself before even getting started. She shot up into the air, steading out the broom, and slowing her pace to a more manageable one. She couldn’t be reckless, that wouldn’t be a good idea. Minnie was beginning to feel better, and knew that the more laps she did she’d feel better and better. She just needed to put all of her frustration and energy into flying rather than letting herself spiral.