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- Daphne
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- 2/2031 (33)
The match had ended and they had lost. Odette's second game as captain of the team had also been her second loss, it really was unbelievable. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe she wasn't mean to be captain. Had Charlotte made a mistake? Clearly, she wasn't able to keep the team afloat. She had tried her very best, but it had been for nothing. All she had to show for her effort was a seeker in the hospital wing and a team that probably didn't trust her anymore to lead them. She had the feeling Rory and maybe Hayden already thought she wasn't experienced enough for the job, and now they had real reason to think this. But she did think neither boy would have done a better job. Neither of them had more to give the team than she did, but she still felt like she wasn't enough.
After the match she had quietly disappeared from the pitch. Perhaps she should have spoken to her team to cheer them up, but she had no cheerful words. She had wandered around outside, not wanting to go to the common room and face people in her house who might feel like she failed them too. In the end, she had ended up at the edge of the lake and sat down on the grass. Still in her Quidditch robes, she looked over at the water for a moment before picking up a small pebble. Grabbing her bat, she threw the pebble into the air before smacking it into the lake with her beater's bat. It flew quite far. Somehow, it was slightly satisfying to see the ripples in the water after the pebble broke the surface. She picked up a slightly bigger rock and repeated the process. It didn't really help her feel better, but at least it was something to do.
After the match she had quietly disappeared from the pitch. Perhaps she should have spoken to her team to cheer them up, but she had no cheerful words. She had wandered around outside, not wanting to go to the common room and face people in her house who might feel like she failed them too. In the end, she had ended up at the edge of the lake and sat down on the grass. Still in her Quidditch robes, she looked over at the water for a moment before picking up a small pebble. Grabbing her bat, she threw the pebble into the air before smacking it into the lake with her beater's bat. It flew quite far. Somehow, it was slightly satisfying to see the ripples in the water after the pebble broke the surface. She picked up a slightly bigger rock and repeated the process. It didn't really help her feel better, but at least it was something to do.