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[Giselle Rosenberg]

After the game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Giselle had been going inside before the rest of the crowd came. The blonde could not understand that she seemed the be the only one who saw how dangerous the sport was. She believed that the professors must think like that also, but why didn't they act? Did there have to be an death before people would open their eyes? The blonde confrontated herself each and every time with the reason why her mother wasn't here today anymore. But she tried to look past her fear. But as much as she demonstrated, nothing seemed to be helping. So the blonde thought about telling her story, her mothers story to make people understand why she hated the sport so much. But in a way that was scary, to let people come close to her emotions. And it was the last card she had, so if that would not work she needed to think more. She was getting older, so people had to take her serious, the adults. But she wasn't old enough to actually let the adults listen she believed. It was an difficult decision to decide if she would let people know. If people asked her so far she had always been quiet about it, or say that she knew someone who died when people asked why quidditch killed. But perhaps she should not hide it anymore. It wasn't like she would scream it down the rooftop, but she could win people over or see if she could change peoples mind with this.

As the blonde walked at the entrance hall, she let her poster with quidditch kills fall on the ground by accident in front of someones feet. And as she wanted to get it from the ground the person in front of her was sooner. As she looked at who it was she noticed Flynn. In his quidditch costume. She frowned for an moment. Wondering what he had to say about her poster. He wouldn't understand, he played that dumb sport. Although she knew he had lost both of his parents, as they had had flew out of the classroom last year after the boggart lesson with defence against the dark arts.

 

[Flynn North-McGowan]

Flynn was practically buzzing with excitement. His catch had come at quite a surprise out of all the other seekers, Minnie was the one he didn't feel all too confident about beating. She was older and had been playing much longer than he had, and yet he had managed to pull the win out of the bag and bring Gryffindor one step closer to the cup. And, to top it all off, it had been his first proper catch in a game. Now he could go into the next match feeling at least confident he was capable of catching the snitch in a match setting, even after he had already been smacked with a bludger the once. But, for now, he just wanted to focus on the feeling of winning his first match and the celebration that was sure to come in the common room later.

He hadn't changed out of his robes as he headed back from the pitch, probably trailing dirt along behind him that the caretaker would most likely shout at him about if she were around. But she wasn't, so he didn't care. Instead, who was around was Giselle, someone he only happened to notice once he had bumped right into the front of her. Instantly, his eyes moved to the posters which had fallen from her arms and he sighed, "You're still on your personal vendetta against Quidditch, huh?" He could understand someone not liking something or thinking it was dangerous, but that didn't mean you needed to try and force everyone else to dislike it as well. She was just being annoying.

 

[Giselle Rosenberg]

Giselle watched as Flynn reacted to her. She took the poster quickly back in her hand and went standing straight again. Watching him with an frown. Ofcourse people know she did this, and she was known around the school. It was something she wanted and succeeded in. But as Flynn said her personal vendetta it was. But he had no idea. '' So what?!'' the blonde answered back. '' You still play quidditch?! Flying around to catch an golden freaking ball with wings.'' Giselle than said. '' How fun.'' the blonde said sarcastic. She left before the game ended. '' Did you lose?'' She than asked him crossing her arms over eachother. It wasn't like she cared.

 

[Flynn North-McGowan]

Flynn just rolled his eyes at her, "So what is that I don't annoy everyone else around me by yelling about it." He didn't really think anyone actually listened to her stupid protesting at this point and she was simply wasting her breath. He was most certainly not the only person who enjoyed playing quidditch, he certainly enjoyed it more than any of his lessons or literally doing anything else in the castle. And while h was sure there were (strange) people who didn't enjoy Quidditch, Giselle was by far the most annoying about it. "No, we won," he felt rather defensive about it for a moment, though the good mood he was still in over the win quickly made him relax again.