Keeva Fitzgerald
Pride of Portree Beater // Stubborn // Foodie
- Messages
- 149
- OOC First Name
- Nichole
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Age
- 11/2025
Keeva Fitzgerald was exhausted, laying at first in her tent after the game. She knew she needed to shower, but the motivation to do so had dwindled the harder they'd played. Her arms throbbed, and she looked around the living area. The enchanted tent was impressive, she was sure it was hand picked for her. Shane was being quite sweet lately, but the young woman couldn't help but feel distanced from him recently. Be it his new position as a coach on the team, or something else he was busies these days. Keeva had always been independent, but she'd had a taste of the kind of attention she wanted, and now she didn't want to give that up. Perhaps that was why she'd invited Keanu to come to her tent after the game and eat. The wavy haired woman finally moved, cleaning up and throwing on makeup and a nice outfit. She wanted to dress to impress after all, no telling if they'd leave the tent to hang out. She was sure that he might offer her drinks outside of what she had to drink in her own tent. It was mostly whiskey - her favorite.
Keeva sighed as she looked through her things, picking up and packing as this would be their last night staying in France before heading out for another game. She hoped Keanu at least enjoyed the quidditch match. She'd of course made it very obvious which tent was her, using a color changing charm to make it a pastel pink - one of her favorite colors. She only waited now, a pot boiling over a magical flame. Noodles were easy enough for the girl who couldn't cook very well. It wasn't as if she'd paid attention when her mother tried to teach her. She should have, now she was lousy at the simple task.
Keeva sighed as she looked through her things, picking up and packing as this would be their last night staying in France before heading out for another game. She hoped Keanu at least enjoyed the quidditch match. She'd of course made it very obvious which tent was her, using a color changing charm to make it a pastel pink - one of her favorite colors. She only waited now, a pot boiling over a magical flame. Noodles were easy enough for the girl who couldn't cook very well. It wasn't as if she'd paid attention when her mother tried to teach her. She should have, now she was lousy at the simple task.