- Messages
- 25
- OOC First Name
- Ayla
- Wand
- Cocunut Wand, 14 1/4", Essence of Star Dust
One, two, three, one, two, three.
Thud. Thud.
Splash.
Her heart was beating hard against her rib cage, her breathing in time with her steps. One, two, three. Breath out. Her shoe squelched in the mud but that was typical for New Zealand; at least this part of the track wasn't flooded. Earlier she had had to run through knee-deep puddles, just to stick to the track over the fields.
Although cross-country was to be hated, Harper loved it, even now she was out of school. It made her feel free and happy, lost in something else entirely. Running was the only sport, in her primary school, that she could be recognized for. Surfing, sadly, was something that not everyone could do, and it wasn't a 'sport' that anyone could see how amazing she was at. Cross-country running had been Harper's time to shine.
She could hardly feel the howling wind; it was so hot that nothing seemed to matter. Harper, despite the obvious sweat pouring down her brow and the flush of her cheeks, hardly felt tired or sore at all. She felt as if she could just run and run and run until she died. Of course, she'd never want that - new books were being frequently published at all times - but this was a good way to keep her fit until the school year started and she was a librarian at Hogwarts.
It didn't make Harper's fingers wrinkle.
Thud. Thud.
Splash.
Her heart was beating hard against her rib cage, her breathing in time with her steps. One, two, three. Breath out. Her shoe squelched in the mud but that was typical for New Zealand; at least this part of the track wasn't flooded. Earlier she had had to run through knee-deep puddles, just to stick to the track over the fields.
Although cross-country was to be hated, Harper loved it, even now she was out of school. It made her feel free and happy, lost in something else entirely. Running was the only sport, in her primary school, that she could be recognized for. Surfing, sadly, was something that not everyone could do, and it wasn't a 'sport' that anyone could see how amazing she was at. Cross-country running had been Harper's time to shine.
She could hardly feel the howling wind; it was so hot that nothing seemed to matter. Harper, despite the obvious sweat pouring down her brow and the flush of her cheeks, hardly felt tired or sore at all. She felt as if she could just run and run and run until she died. Of course, she'd never want that - new books were being frequently published at all times - but this was a good way to keep her fit until the school year started and she was a librarian at Hogwarts.
It didn't make Harper's fingers wrinkle.