- Messages
- 437
- OOC First Name
- Sofija
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Branson
- Wand
- Curly, 9", Acacia, Essence of Belladonna, Unyielding
- Age
- February 14, 2040 (20)
The game was over in several hours and after seeing everyone playing so actively, Blair decided that she wanted to do some light practice on her own. She was absolutely proud of her team, after all, they were considered as losers, and now they had won the best team in the school. Thanks to Lucas, Blair was proud to get on the team at the same time as Lucas became the real seeker. And that was with what she explained herself, the team she was in had the best seeker of the school now, and she felt like the whole team had to match him. Beaters totally did everything perfectly, now chasers got to catch up, and Blair too, even if she was just an alternate.
Blair flew some laps around the Quidditch pitch before doing some shots at the hoops and then just getting down on the ground. No, she wasn't done with her training, she was just getting started, but something actually crossed her mind. Her unfinished and actually also not even started letter was on the ground, she wanted to tell her sadly parental person in her life that her team had won, but she didn't know how to do it. So she sat on the ground and started "dear Stefan," and immediately made a ball out of the paper and put it next to her other clear papers. Why she was even trying to tell him anything? It was probably going to be that sort of lesson that never reaches the other person because it just exists, instead of being actually sent away.
Blair flew some laps around the Quidditch pitch before doing some shots at the hoops and then just getting down on the ground. No, she wasn't done with her training, she was just getting started, but something actually crossed her mind. Her unfinished and actually also not even started letter was on the ground, she wanted to tell her sadly parental person in her life that her team had won, but she didn't know how to do it. So she sat on the ground and started "dear Stefan," and immediately made a ball out of the paper and put it next to her other clear papers. Why she was even trying to tell him anything? It was probably going to be that sort of lesson that never reaches the other person because it just exists, instead of being actually sent away.