- Messages
- 391
- OOC First Name
- Marga/Teigs ;p
- Wand
- Walnut Wand 14 1/2" Essence of Vampire Blood
- Age
- 2/2024
Scarlet knew she was bad at Quidditch. She didn't think that she was this bad though! If she knew she was this horrible at the sport, she would never had tried out. But of course, being the idiot she was, she had hoped this would catch his eye as it had in the last year. It didn't though. In fact, nothing she did wrong, nothing she accomplished, and nothing involving her caught his attention anymore. As if she didn't exist in his world. She never thought she'd miss him the little hugs he'd always give her. She never thought she'd miss the attention. But most of all, she never thought she'd miss him this much. Shaking her head at the though of Jakobe Hitachiin entering her mind again, she tried to concentrate on her flying and catching the snitches she often borrowed for practice. And yet, with the utter stupidity and clumsiness that she was probably the only one who possessed, as she reached for the snitch, her hand holding on to her broom slipped and she lost her balance, causing her to fall of her broom with a thud to the ground. Thankfully, she was flying low enough to not injure herself but definitely high enough to hurt. She sat up with a groan with tears in her eyes before grabbing her broom and making way to the cliffs. She didn't think she was ready for anybody in her team to see her in this state if they ever decided to come to the Pitch.
The Cliffs was at a great place. Mostly because it was one of the places that she least had memories with Jake with. After all, she never had any real reason to go here except to draw by herself. And that used to be a rare occasion, with Jakobe taking her from one class to the next and accompanying her most of the day, there was hardly anytime she had by herself. But now it seems that's all she has: alone time. She could probably talk to Giuls, but she was scared. What if he started ignoring her too? Because she was a bother. Because she was too weird and too much work. Because she was selfish. That's probably why Jake had suddenly left her alone. As soon as she got to the top of the cliffs, that's when she let the tears finally fall. Her frustration, her sadness, her loneliness. Everything burst into drops of saltwater from her eyes. She missed them. She really did. But he missed him more than anyone. And she wanted him back. That's what's probably making her selfish. But she didn't care. She could change. She would change. As long as he'll come back, as long as they could go back. Because that's how much he meant to her right now. If only she just knew what she needed to change to make him come back. And it was as if her silent pleas were answered when she saw a familiar figure, yes, he'll know what she did wrong! He surely would! Quickly wiping the tears from her eyes, she quickly stood and broke into a run, holding her broom in her hand, her quidditch robes flailing wildly as she did. "Giuls!" she called louder than any other time she probably did. "I need to talk to you about Jake, please," she told him quickly, her voice pleading as she stopped right behind him. Waiting for a response, any response. Any sort of indication that he could help her. That she had a chance of being with Jake again.
The Cliffs was at a great place. Mostly because it was one of the places that she least had memories with Jake with. After all, she never had any real reason to go here except to draw by herself. And that used to be a rare occasion, with Jakobe taking her from one class to the next and accompanying her most of the day, there was hardly anytime she had by herself. But now it seems that's all she has: alone time. She could probably talk to Giuls, but she was scared. What if he started ignoring her too? Because she was a bother. Because she was too weird and too much work. Because she was selfish. That's probably why Jake had suddenly left her alone. As soon as she got to the top of the cliffs, that's when she let the tears finally fall. Her frustration, her sadness, her loneliness. Everything burst into drops of saltwater from her eyes. She missed them. She really did. But he missed him more than anyone. And she wanted him back. That's what's probably making her selfish. But she didn't care. She could change. She would change. As long as he'll come back, as long as they could go back. Because that's how much he meant to her right now. If only she just knew what she needed to change to make him come back. And it was as if her silent pleas were answered when she saw a familiar figure, yes, he'll know what she did wrong! He surely would! Quickly wiping the tears from her eyes, she quickly stood and broke into a run, holding her broom in her hand, her quidditch robes flailing wildly as she did. "Giuls!" she called louder than any other time she probably did. "I need to talk to you about Jake, please," she told him quickly, her voice pleading as she stopped right behind him. Waiting for a response, any response. Any sort of indication that he could help her. That she had a chance of being with Jake again.