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Apr. 20th, 2018 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
letstryagainSaturdays at school were meant for catching up on homework and then doing nothing. Unless you were on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and your captain liked training whenever possible. And then it meant getting up at 5 AM, being on the field by six, and leaving it around nine, when everyone else was waking up. So about 9:30 AM, Daisy makes her way to the Great Hall to join the others for breakfast. Only she's too tired.
What she does, even though she knows it's not her table, is make her way to Persephone's table, sit across from her with a loud huff and then let her head rest on the table, her broom still in her hands.
"My Quidditch captain is a complete nutter," she finally manages to mumble out, sitting up and resting her chin in her hands to watch the room for her brother or Declan. Neither of them, it seems, are up yet. She'll have to harass them when she gets back to her dorms.
"My arms hurt. My head hurts. My everything hurts." This better be god damn worth it.
What she does, even though she knows it's not her table, is make her way to Persephone's table, sit across from her with a loud huff and then let her head rest on the table, her broom still in her hands.
"My Quidditch captain is a complete nutter," she finally manages to mumble out, sitting up and resting her chin in her hands to watch the room for her brother or Declan. Neither of them, it seems, are up yet. She'll have to harass them when she gets back to her dorms.
"My arms hurt. My head hurts. My everything hurts." This better be god damn worth it.
