Closed Up, Up and Up

[Grace Martinez]

Grace was ready for her final year at Beauxbatons. She was prepared to show the school what she had, what she was capable of; and although she hadn’t achieved that much over the years the girl did have one thing: Quidditch. That should be enough. Grace figured if she was going to make sure people remembered her as one of the good players, and not just a player, she was going to have to practice at any chance that she got. During any study breaks and when she wasn’t socialising. Or studying. But this was important too. Perhaps just as important as her studies. She grinned at the thought, she had no idea what she wanted to do after school and yet she felt pretty confident about the future - even though she hated studying. She and books just did not get along very well. Grace gripped her broom tightly as she headed to the pitch, and scanned the area. Aha. The weather was perfect and her favourite spot was free. She took a deep breath and mounted her broom before she kicked the ground and was up in the air in seconds. The familiar adrenaline coursed through her as she did laps, including intervals here and there.

 

[Sander Corelli]

Sander couldn't believe that seven ran into the wings of the wind and would soon have to leave Beauxbaton to move on to new discoveries in life. Today, however, he did not want to think about it, because sitting at the textbooks says he was bothered, so he pulled a broom from the bottom of the bed and went to Quidditch Square to help him a little. Sander enjoyed flying and Quidditch, but never thought about joining the team over the years because he trained differently to stay in shape. Arriving in the square, he noticed that the only one who decided to fly. He climbed on the broom, then sprang up and flew into the air, threw a few laps around the hoops, then flew closer to the girl. 'Hey!' he greeted the girl with a smile.

 

[Grace Martinez]

Grace was busy doing laps, more for training and exercise purposes than for simply flying around for no reason or just for fun. She barely noticed another person up in the air, but when she heard a voice, she nearly lost grip of her broom, and she regained her composure, laughing, that had been so silly - to have gotten a fright from someone saying hi to her. She gave the boy a smile in return. "Hi," she greeted, realising she knew him from classes. "You’re in seventh year too, right?" she asked him, convinced she was right but at the same time wanting to make sure. ​