- Messages
- 1,352
- OOC First Name
- Marijke
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 14 Inch Flexible Laurel Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 03/2042 (19)
After the referee had called the game Ivelisse had made sure to leave the pitch as quickly as she could, swinging by the locker room to grab her bag but not even bothering to get changed. If walking around in her quidditch gear was what it took to get out of there in an instant then so be it. She wasn't ready to face her team right now. Nor any other Slytherin for that matter. Truth be told, she wasn't even ready to face herself. Losing against Ilvermorny last year hadn't bothered her because the international game wasn't that serious but this, this was something different entirely. Something she wasn't ready to deal with right away. And if leaving before anyone could have a chance to speak to her made her a coward then a coward she was. One that had slung her bag over her shoulder and ran up the stairs as quickly as her legs would take her. Her dad had always told her about how people had a fight or flight response just like creatures and if she was certain about just a single thing right now it was that her flight response had fully taken over. So she fled as far away from everyone as she could: all the way up the stairs that lead to the North Tower. When she had finally reached the top her legs were aching and her breath was failing her but she didn't care. Being up there alone provided her with a rare moment of peace. A moment to raise her defenses in preparation for the verbal attacks that she was bound to be faced with whenever she headed back down. After making sure no one else was around Ive dropped her bag on the floor while she sat down against the tower wall, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them as she tried to catch her breath. This was not supposed to happen. Not to her.