- Messages
- 121
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Straight
- Wand
- Straight Chestnut Wand 14" Sturdy with Boomslang Venom
- Age
- 1/2030
Broom in hand the young first year approached the Quidditch Pitch, for years she had been dreaming of playing on the field her mother started Quidditch on, Not making it on the Quidditch team would break her. Wearing her black Quidditch pants and Red oversized T shirt she approached the clearing of the Pitch, the grass was Vibrant and the day seemed perfect to fly around, Scarlet had felt all cooped up since she first started School, she hadn't been able to fly.
Looking at her broom next to her she felt suddenly nervous, her stomach flipped and she paused, the air felt different, it suddenly hit her that there would be a lot of expectations on her to be a perfect Quidditch player. Scarlet took a deep breath and tried to bring in more oxygen to stop her stomach from doing flips, she relaxed and looked around 'No one is here Scarlet' she said to herself, she noticed some students in the stands 'Very few people are here Scarlet' she corrected herself 'You've been flying since you could hold a Broom, Everyone makes mistakes' she began trying to pep talk herself into being more confident but it didn't mean anything to her, Her Mother was a Professional Quidditch Player, Captain, Coach and Head Beater of her own team there were a lot of expectations on her.
Shaking her head she rested her broom in her arm and reached around it to tie up her long brown hair, Grabbing her broom with her hand she took two strong strides and kicked off and mounted the Broom mid air, kicking it straight into a backflip she kept herself close to the ground before flying straight up into the air she stopped once she was in the middle of the Pitch in line with the hoops and sat there, suspended in the air, legs lazily hanging off her broom she leaned forward like a large cat resting on a tree branch and her Broom slowly descended to the ground horizontally.
Looking at her broom next to her she felt suddenly nervous, her stomach flipped and she paused, the air felt different, it suddenly hit her that there would be a lot of expectations on her to be a perfect Quidditch player. Scarlet took a deep breath and tried to bring in more oxygen to stop her stomach from doing flips, she relaxed and looked around 'No one is here Scarlet' she said to herself, she noticed some students in the stands 'Very few people are here Scarlet' she corrected herself 'You've been flying since you could hold a Broom, Everyone makes mistakes' she began trying to pep talk herself into being more confident but it didn't mean anything to her, Her Mother was a Professional Quidditch Player, Captain, Coach and Head Beater of her own team there were a lot of expectations on her.
Shaking her head she rested her broom in her arm and reached around it to tie up her long brown hair, Grabbing her broom with her hand she took two strong strides and kicked off and mounted the Broom mid air, kicking it straight into a backflip she kept herself close to the ground before flying straight up into the air she stopped once she was in the middle of the Pitch in line with the hoops and sat there, suspended in the air, legs lazily hanging off her broom she leaned forward like a large cat resting on a tree branch and her Broom slowly descended to the ground horizontally.