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- OOC First Name
- Daphne
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Bi
- Wand
- Straight 15 1/2 Inch Flexible Rosewood Wand with Veela Hair Core
- Age
- 2/2031 (30)
Odette had never felt as confined by the castle before as she had at the start of this year, but ever since her half-sister had been sorted in the same house as she was, she felt less safe in the common room and even the dormitory as she had before. Not that it had ever been safe there with Hayley Elridge watching her every move and reporting it back to her enemies in Gryffindor. There was only one spot she wanted to be today, and that was high up in the air.
She had headed to the Quidditch Pitch early in the morning after tying back her hair with a pink ribbon. It was a comfort to her to look nice, though flying would be even more of a comfort. She got onto her broom and kicked into the air as soon as she was on the pitch, and she started circling the pitch, speeding up more and more as she pushed herself. Her anger, frustration and confusion were pushed to the background as she forced herself to work harder, faster, more. She wished she could beat some bludgers away but she couldn't use the supplies now, but flying on its own was enough to calm her down.
When she finally tired, she floated her broom in place and sat on it sideways, gazing up at the sky. Her hair had gotten loose for the most part, and strands of it brushed against her face from the wind. She really didn't know what she should do next, but things seemed less urgent now that she had worked through some of her emotions in this way.
She had headed to the Quidditch Pitch early in the morning after tying back her hair with a pink ribbon. It was a comfort to her to look nice, though flying would be even more of a comfort. She got onto her broom and kicked into the air as soon as she was on the pitch, and she started circling the pitch, speeding up more and more as she pushed herself. Her anger, frustration and confusion were pushed to the background as she forced herself to work harder, faster, more. She wished she could beat some bludgers away but she couldn't use the supplies now, but flying on its own was enough to calm her down.
When she finally tired, she floated her broom in place and sat on it sideways, gazing up at the sky. Her hair had gotten loose for the most part, and strands of it brushed against her face from the wind. She really didn't know what she should do next, but things seemed less urgent now that she had worked through some of her emotions in this way.