Olive Mayfield
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After the somewhat heated Prefect meeting, Olive's feet took over from her brain. The girl paid little attention to footsteps and landmarks, instead biting back the onslaught of stress that was already present. It would be a long year, even if Olive had tried to get ahead on her subjects over vacation. Though she had been quite distracted. Her winter project, to pick an apartment and start preparing to move into it, had been the perfect situation to run into another new person. Skyler's constant distracting efforts kept Olive less focussed than normal, though a little fun wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Regardless, the sudden drop into seventh year at the most entertaining (for want of a better word) school in the southern hemisphere was quite the contrast to Olive's winter.
The Hufflepuff blinked as she arrived in the bright spring sunlight. Realizing where she was, the girl unzipped her hoodie and dropped it on the ground. Isolation; the one thing Hogwarts actually provided for such a quiet person. Muscle memory again took over. Olive moved into position for a basic pattern and began, focussing on each individual movement as if it was a lifeline. Though a little rusty, the second dan black belt finally felt like she was soaring again.
The Hufflepuff blinked as she arrived in the bright spring sunlight. Realizing where she was, the girl unzipped her hoodie and dropped it on the ground. Isolation; the one thing Hogwarts actually provided for such a quiet person. Muscle memory again took over. Olive moved into position for a basic pattern and began, focussing on each individual movement as if it was a lifeline. Though a little rusty, the second dan black belt finally felt like she was soaring again.