Secret Talent

[Clemence Pelletier]

Clemence had awoken early for her run and daily practice this morning but not as early as usual because her dorm mates had stayed up late talking about how hot the Durmstrang boy was and how the Hogwarts New Zealand champion was as well. It was all mindless garbage for the French girl so when she had woken up she was relieved to be away from the girls. Her simple featured face was lined with beads of sweat as she approached the quidditch pitch with her broom in hand. She smirked to herself as she mounted her broom and flew up to the stands.

The prefect hadn't come to watch anything or sit in silence, no she came to practice gymnastics. It was her secret talent, she was self-taught and self-judged. When she stood on the flat beam of the pitch, now shoe-less, she smiled to herself and tied her blonde hair up into a tight pony tail. Her blue eyes looked around, making sure that there was nothing she could slip on and possibly break an ankle, a wrist or her neck. Once satisfied, she began her routine, almost to perfection.

Routine & Outfit

 

[Aaliyah Olaf]

Li didn't want to hang around Sergei and Moko. She was willing to help out Moko in the task clues and everything, but she was no where to be found anyway. Li wanted to explore, to find out what was new in this pretty school. It wasn't like Li to think of something so highly, but she did, and although she was all for the dark arts, she found herself walking outside into the bright sunlight. It was still winter and the wind was cool, but the sun was shining and Li thought it was the best time to be exploring. No one would be awake yet.
She saw someone up on the stand next to the quidditch pitch. This girl began to do a gymnastic performance? That had to take some bravery. She was a long way up, and Li had nothing with her except her wand. "Hey" she shouted, "What are you doing?" she asked. Why out of all the places in this school did she have to pick there? Li had her hands in her denim coat pocket, and wasn't too cold, but with no shoes on , this girl must be crazy.

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[Clemence Pelletier]

Clemence, landed on the floor of the stands and smirked to herself, for someone that was self-taught she was really very good and it was the only thing she felt confident doing. And as she breathed in and out heavily, she heard a voice call out in English, a language she didn't quite understand. She looked over the edge and narrowed her eyes. "I don't speak English!" she called out, in French before shrugging her shoulders to herself and turning away from the girl to stretch her arms, assuming that she did not speak a lick of French because from what she could tell of her accent she was not a Beauxbatons student.