- Messages
- 2,363
- OOC First Name
- Ana
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 11.5'' Sturdy Elm Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20
As much as Celia loved city life, there was one major drawback: There was simply no room to fly. Or, if her mom knew of a secret Quidditch pitch tucked somewhere in the middle of Hanoi and away from from the eyes of muggles, she wasn't telling. As a result, Celia had spent the entire break grounded, and by the start of the year, she was itching to take to the skies once more. She knew that a lot of her classmates had likely spent the break practicing, and she was determined to shake off the rust as quickly as possible.
This year, Celia had decided, would be her year. With the former seventh years gone, she wanted to establish herself as the best beater at Hogwarts. She thought she had a pretty good shot at securing that distinction even if her record last year had been less than perfect. Celia still wasn't sure why things had gone so wrong last year, which concerned her. But there wasn't much she could do except practice until she could dodge and hit bludgers effortlessly.
The pitch was usually quite crowded in the days leading up to tryouts, but thankfully, it was empty today. Celia planned on working with both bludgers, and she didn't want to have to worry about sharing the pitch. Broom and bat tucked under one arm, she guided the school trunk of Quidditch balls to the middle of the pitch with a simple levitation spell. The lid popped open, and the chains holding back the bludgers rattled menacingly. Smiling to herself, Celia set to work undoing the chains.
This year, Celia had decided, would be her year. With the former seventh years gone, she wanted to establish herself as the best beater at Hogwarts. She thought she had a pretty good shot at securing that distinction even if her record last year had been less than perfect. Celia still wasn't sure why things had gone so wrong last year, which concerned her. But there wasn't much she could do except practice until she could dodge and hit bludgers effortlessly.
The pitch was usually quite crowded in the days leading up to tryouts, but thankfully, it was empty today. Celia planned on working with both bludgers, and she didn't want to have to worry about sharing the pitch. Broom and bat tucked under one arm, she guided the school trunk of Quidditch balls to the middle of the pitch with a simple levitation spell. The lid popped open, and the chains holding back the bludgers rattled menacingly. Smiling to herself, Celia set to work undoing the chains.