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- OOC First Name
- Ana
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- Wand
- Curly 11.5'' Sturdy Elm Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20
((Open after Daphne posts with Louis Alcott))
After spending the last semester keeping to herself, Celia was ready to reenter the Hogwarts social scene and make a name for herself. Or rather, she needed to revise the name she'd already made for herself. She winced every time she thought about the fact that she'd been nominated "Most Likely to Enter the Forbidden Forest" last year. Clearly her troublemaking hadn't gone unnoticed, and she needed to do something before it defined her reputation at the school.
Celia had it all planned out. First, she would join the Slytherin Quidditch team — a surefire way to boost her popularity. Yes, she was only a second year. And yes, she had never played before, unlike some of her more magical peers. But after Slytherin's rather pathetic performance at the game against Ilvermorny (and the graduation of half its starters), she figured she at least had a chance. She could fly, was in decent shape, and even had quite a bit of tennis experience from her years before Hogwarts. How hard could playing beater be?
The answer, it turned out, was much harder than she'd expected. But Celia had persisted, and today was her fourth time out at the pitch this week. Broom and bat tucked under one arm, she levitated the school's heavy trunk of Quidditch supplies to the middle of the pitch before kneeling to work open the clasps. At the sound of footsteps, she sighed, not entirely sure she was prepared for an audience while she practiced. "You should leave if you don't want to get hit by a bludger," Celia said matter-of-factly, not even bothering to look up as she opened the trunk. It wasn't a threat, just a realistic warning. Bludgers had proved more unpredictable than she'd expected, and she still had a couple bruises from her last few practice sessions.
After spending the last semester keeping to herself, Celia was ready to reenter the Hogwarts social scene and make a name for herself. Or rather, she needed to revise the name she'd already made for herself. She winced every time she thought about the fact that she'd been nominated "Most Likely to Enter the Forbidden Forest" last year. Clearly her troublemaking hadn't gone unnoticed, and she needed to do something before it defined her reputation at the school.
Celia had it all planned out. First, she would join the Slytherin Quidditch team — a surefire way to boost her popularity. Yes, she was only a second year. And yes, she had never played before, unlike some of her more magical peers. But after Slytherin's rather pathetic performance at the game against Ilvermorny (and the graduation of half its starters), she figured she at least had a chance. She could fly, was in decent shape, and even had quite a bit of tennis experience from her years before Hogwarts. How hard could playing beater be?
The answer, it turned out, was much harder than she'd expected. But Celia had persisted, and today was her fourth time out at the pitch this week. Broom and bat tucked under one arm, she levitated the school's heavy trunk of Quidditch supplies to the middle of the pitch before kneeling to work open the clasps. At the sound of footsteps, she sighed, not entirely sure she was prepared for an audience while she practiced. "You should leave if you don't want to get hit by a bludger," Celia said matter-of-factly, not even bothering to look up as she opened the trunk. It wasn't a threat, just a realistic warning. Bludgers had proved more unpredictable than she'd expected, and she still had a couple bruises from her last few practice sessions.