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- OOC First Name
- Ana
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 11.5'' Sturdy Elm Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20
Celia had been restless ever since the match against Hufflepuff. The forfeit had ensured that Hufflepuff's run as Quidditch champions was over and that Slytherin had a place in the championship match, but it had also opened up a new can of worms. First, it meant that she was only guaranteed one more opportunity to win a game via bludger hits. If she ended the year having only played one game — or worse, having only played one game while simultaneously failing to knock anyone out — she was going to scream. The other major problem was that a third place finish was all but assured if they somehow lost against Ravenclaw. Celia knew it didn't really matter since she was graduating, but she'd still rather not finish in third again.
It was clear, Slytherin had to win the next game, if only so she'd get a chance to wreak some havoc with the bludgers during the international match. Celia wasn't one to catastrophize — it wasn't necessary, not when life could present scenarios far worse than anything she could imagine — but she was a pessimist. And she wasn't thrilled about the idea of either Ivelisse or Seamus going up against Hamish. The only thing Celia could do was ensure that the team got as much practice as possible going into the next match. Today she was supposed to meet with Xiuying to figure out practice times leading up to the championship match. Celia had already drawn up her own version of a schedule, one that heavily favored Slytherin. Hopefully she could get the Ravenclaw captain to agree to it without too much trouble (though she certainly wasn't above intimidating the girl into agreeing if necessary). Schedule in hand, Celia arrived to the Student Lounge early and waited for the other girl to show up.
It was clear, Slytherin had to win the next game, if only so she'd get a chance to wreak some havoc with the bludgers during the international match. Celia wasn't one to catastrophize — it wasn't necessary, not when life could present scenarios far worse than anything she could imagine — but she was a pessimist. And she wasn't thrilled about the idea of either Ivelisse or Seamus going up against Hamish. The only thing Celia could do was ensure that the team got as much practice as possible going into the next match. Today she was supposed to meet with Xiuying to figure out practice times leading up to the championship match. Celia had already drawn up her own version of a schedule, one that heavily favored Slytherin. Hopefully she could get the Ravenclaw captain to agree to it without too much trouble (though she certainly wasn't above intimidating the girl into agreeing if necessary). Schedule in hand, Celia arrived to the Student Lounge early and waited for the other girl to show up.