- Messages
- 124
- Wand
- Curly 11 Inch Flexible Chestnut Wand with Billywig Stinger Core
- Age
- 5/2025
The one thing that Tressa was going to miss about her life in as an ordinary girl was the sports. She really loved her sports and it was really killing her that she wasn't going to be able to be around them as much as she would like, which she supposed was bound to happen every now and then. After all this was a magical school, it wasn't like she could just walk down to the shops and by a new ball whenever she lost one. However, as it happened, Tressa had brought with her to the school, her soccer ball. She loved this soccer ball and she was going to go and find somewhere she would be able to play hackey sack with it, if she had too, because the lord only knew how bored she was. She needed some sort of an outlet and this was her thing, sports of all types were her thing, but soccer, specifically, hackey sack, was her control. She used this as a calming extreme for her, if she was angry or annoyed she could play with her soccer ball and calm herself down. She somehow had a feeling she would need to be doing a lot of calming soon.
Tressa grabbed her soccer ball and headed outside, that was obviously her first destination, as she would need to be sure that she couldn't break anything and she knew she wouldn't be able to break something if she was outside, well, maybe a bone. Of course she did not have any intentions to break any of her bones as she very much was going to need them to support her over the coming years. Ball in hand, Tressa headed out further onto the large expanse of lawn and when she found a section that she deemed to be suitably flat, she threw the ball into the air only to catch it on her head and bounce it onto her knee. She got herself into a rhythm where she was able to bounce and catch using various parts of her body. It wasn't until she saw someone out of he corner of her eye that she realised she must have looked awfully funny. Tress smiled and kicked the ball towards them, wondering what they would do. Would they join her? Or would they not?
Tressa grabbed her soccer ball and headed outside, that was obviously her first destination, as she would need to be sure that she couldn't break anything and she knew she wouldn't be able to break something if she was outside, well, maybe a bone. Of course she did not have any intentions to break any of her bones as she very much was going to need them to support her over the coming years. Ball in hand, Tressa headed out further onto the large expanse of lawn and when she found a section that she deemed to be suitably flat, she threw the ball into the air only to catch it on her head and bounce it onto her knee. She got herself into a rhythm where she was able to bounce and catch using various parts of her body. It wasn't until she saw someone out of he corner of her eye that she realised she must have looked awfully funny. Tress smiled and kicked the ball towards them, wondering what they would do. Would they join her? Or would they not?