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Ailsa Evans had not been having a good term back, sure, she was still having some fun and not really paying all that much attention in classes, but those were just little details. She couldn't however be happy at the quidditch. While she'd made the team, as an alternate, they had not won their first game. She was not happy about that in the slightest. She knew that she could hardly do anything about that. She was just a player, and she was a beater, but in her heart she could feel that had she been playing, had she been flying around and hitting bludgers that she might've helped her team to victory rather than the defeat they had ended up with. Of course this was just a school game, and it wouldn't matter really. Gryffindor was in no position to be winning anything, she was just hoping that perhaps Gryffindor would do better so that her cousin could leave school with that. Essentially not finish last. However, she very well knew that it wouldn't be possible. It was just a fact of life. Not something that was a huge deal, her cousin was smart, he'd move on. She still had time to bring victory to her team. However this didn't actually lighten her mood really. She was still feeling pretty down, and a little bit bored. She did spend time in classes annoying Archie, but he seemed to be doing it less. Seemingly just getting more and more annoyed no matter what she did. Didn't he know that it was no fun when he didn't do anything back.
With that thought, Ailsa was heading up to the Owlery, she'd needed to send a letter to her family weeks ago, but had forgotten. It was frustrating to say the least, she wasn't sure what she would write in the letter, but if she postponed it much longer, she was sure she'd get a letter from them soon, asking if she was okay. Which of course, Ailsa was. She just had been bored, and unmotivated to do anything. Which was why she was now just writing it. She had roughly what she was going to say but not much else. She had planned on writing it in the Gryffindor common room, but there were some fourth years being annoyingly loud, so she'd just decided to write it in the North Tower. A place that was quiet and likely to not be visited by others. She had paper in hand, while her family was magical, she very much loved writing with pen. She loved the way it felt in her hand, and all that. She was just very fond of that. Which was why to her dear family she always wrote in pen, and on paper. Ailsa was carrying those, as well as a hardback book to lean on. And was in her head, mentally writing what she was going to say. The young gryffindor walked into the north tower, and as she did so, a sight graced her eyes. "Archie" She said, a hint of surprise in her tone. "Let any more quaffles into your hoops lately?" despite the fact that Archie in the last game had actually saved the shoots that the Ravenclaws had made, Ailsa thought it would be fun to say this.
With that thought, Ailsa was heading up to the Owlery, she'd needed to send a letter to her family weeks ago, but had forgotten. It was frustrating to say the least, she wasn't sure what she would write in the letter, but if she postponed it much longer, she was sure she'd get a letter from them soon, asking if she was okay. Which of course, Ailsa was. She just had been bored, and unmotivated to do anything. Which was why she was now just writing it. She had roughly what she was going to say but not much else. She had planned on writing it in the Gryffindor common room, but there were some fourth years being annoyingly loud, so she'd just decided to write it in the North Tower. A place that was quiet and likely to not be visited by others. She had paper in hand, while her family was magical, she very much loved writing with pen. She loved the way it felt in her hand, and all that. She was just very fond of that. Which was why to her dear family she always wrote in pen, and on paper. Ailsa was carrying those, as well as a hardback book to lean on. And was in her head, mentally writing what she was going to say. The young gryffindor walked into the north tower, and as she did so, a sight graced her eyes. "Archie" She said, a hint of surprise in her tone. "Let any more quaffles into your hoops lately?" despite the fact that Archie in the last game had actually saved the shoots that the Ravenclaws had made, Ailsa thought it would be fun to say this.