- Messages
- 98
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Not Interested
- Wand
- Knotted 9 1/2" Rigid Pear Wand with Erumpent Hide Core
- Age
- 4/2026 (24)
Dove didn't know why she was even considering it, but it did seem to be a good idea at the time she'd come up with it. The very graceful and polite Beauxbatons stood on the school's quidditch pitch with a quidditch broom lightly in her hand. Since finding out from her father that her supposed family life wasn't like she had known it to be, the girl had been desperate to find her identity, to figure out who she was as a person, ever since finding out she had began to put more and more time into her appearance, she just wanted to look perfect and fit in with the rest of the students in her year. But in her quest to figure out who she really was with this information something in her mind once she'd gotten ready that morning had decided that she was destined to try quidditch. There were just certain issues with that, one that Dove had just spent the last two hours on her hair and make-up and though it wasn't as much time as she could spend at home on it, it was a significant amount of time and no amount of magical spray was going to enable it to stay on if she got too sweaty playing quidditch, the second problem were the clothes that Dove was wearing.
It almost looked like Dove had never done sports in her life, which was incorrect, to keep in shape there wasn't just eating healthy, she had to do a little amount of exercise in every day, but she hadn't admittedly ever played sports, she did a little running, things like that, and though she picked the right clothes for that, the form fitting and short skirt and blouse were not things that any person should wear to fly in a game of sports, it was like just a good thing that she had opted for flats rather than the usual heels, clearly on that occasion Dove had seen sense. The girl had already decided what she was doing after school, quidditch wasn't it, but yet, here she stood, ill dressed, broom in her hand and glancing out at the pitch, knowing that this was a bad idea, she knew that this was a horrible idea, and yet she couldn't bring herself to leave, she couldn't just drop the broom and turn away it seemed. There was a little part of her, a determined part of her, the usually silent part, that seemed to demand that she just give at least flying a try. The girl placed the broom down on the ground and placed her hand over it, trying to remember the command that would activate the broom, god this was a silly idea.
It almost looked like Dove had never done sports in her life, which was incorrect, to keep in shape there wasn't just eating healthy, she had to do a little amount of exercise in every day, but she hadn't admittedly ever played sports, she did a little running, things like that, and though she picked the right clothes for that, the form fitting and short skirt and blouse were not things that any person should wear to fly in a game of sports, it was like just a good thing that she had opted for flats rather than the usual heels, clearly on that occasion Dove had seen sense. The girl had already decided what she was doing after school, quidditch wasn't it, but yet, here she stood, ill dressed, broom in her hand and glancing out at the pitch, knowing that this was a bad idea, she knew that this was a horrible idea, and yet she couldn't bring herself to leave, she couldn't just drop the broom and turn away it seemed. There was a little part of her, a determined part of her, the usually silent part, that seemed to demand that she just give at least flying a try. The girl placed the broom down on the ground and placed her hand over it, trying to remember the command that would activate the broom, god this was a silly idea.