- Messages
- 9,177
- OOC First Name
- Amanda
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Age
- 45
Estrella strolled past the shops and restaurants with what appeared to be a fancy cleaning tool in her hands. The witch didn't intend to sweep the streets with the broomstick battered by the memories of her school years. Her Amethyst Streak had waited in the closet for too long, and now with it polished and dusted off, the woman fully intended to ride it. Although her daughters had begged to come along, Estrella was alone.
She approached the waters of the harbor with all the bravery of a lion. As inviting as the waves were, this eagle needed to fly. The woman was no longer the keeper who'd helped Ravenclaw win the Quidditch cup. She was considerably heavier and less agile. Be that as it may, it didn't take her ages to get comfortable. Estrella put on her goggles, adjusting them just before she kicked off from the ground. Her Streak was trusty as always as she catapulted into the skies.
Estrella soared over the sea and couldn't stop grinning. She didn't know if this was illegal, but by Merlin, it was something that she needed. The witch figured she was fine if she steered clear of muggle eyes.
She approached the waters of the harbor with all the bravery of a lion. As inviting as the waves were, this eagle needed to fly. The woman was no longer the keeper who'd helped Ravenclaw win the Quidditch cup. She was considerably heavier and less agile. Be that as it may, it didn't take her ages to get comfortable. Estrella put on her goggles, adjusting them just before she kicked off from the ground. Her Streak was trusty as always as she catapulted into the skies.
Estrella soared over the sea and couldn't stop grinning. She didn't know if this was illegal, but by Merlin, it was something that she needed. The witch figured she was fine if she steered clear of muggle eyes.