Elizabetta Morales
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Ravenclaw Student
I Say More Than You Could Ever Hear
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Post by Elizabetta Morales on Jul 13, 2004 2:23:44 GMT
Elizabetta walked slowly out to the pitch, the morning due still hanging on the grass. In one had the girl carried her Falconflight and in the other Charlotta, her porcelain doll. For a girl of 13 to carry a doll as religiously as Elizabetta did, was more than odd. She looked up at the goal posts as she straddled her broom.
She took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. It failed. The girl stared at her doll for a moment in thought. Flying had never been an issue for the mute girl, she didn’t have to talk on a broom. It was one of the few things that she could be just like everyone else, but quidditch was different.
Thoughts swum in her head, she could speak telepathically, but no one liked that kind of invasion on their minds. She couldn’t really take Charlotta up too, she was beater. Her stomach twisted into knots. A sweeping feeling of nausea gave her the distinct impression that she shouldn’t have ever tried out for the Ravenclaw team.
She stared longingly up at the goals trying to fall into tears.
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Post by amy on Jul 14, 2004 4:02:45 GMT
Amy was zooming around the pitch, looking out for the snitch. Over the lake, she spotted it, swerving this way and that to avoid the Giant Squid's tentacles. She laughed, and flew down, catching the small golden ball in her fist. A whoop of happiness, and a check of the watch. Hayzie had told her to put the snitch back at two. It was now seven.
Amy sighed. The wind in her hair as she persued the snitch was a wonderous feeling. She grinned at the mere thought of it. But, alas, all good things must come to an end. She flew down to the pitch, her broom leaving blue sparks in the air as the sky darkened somewhat. The twilight hours were her favorite. Cool, calm, and beautiful.
As she was landing, she spotted a lone figure out in the middle of the pitch. Amy squinted, trying to recognize the person, but couldn't. She rose an eyebrow, landed, and placed her hands on her hips. It was a girl, not a day older then thirteen. She clutched a doll in one hand, and a broom in the other. She looked quite sad. Amy smiled in her direction as the wind blew her auburn hair across her shoulders.
"You alright, then?"
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Elizabetta Morales
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Ravenclaw Student
I Say More Than You Could Ever Hear
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Post by Elizabetta Morales on Jul 15, 2004 11:29:34 GMT
Elizabetta jerked her head upwards, clutching her Charlotta too her chest. She hadn’t noticed one of the prefects, not from her own house circling in the air. She gave a quick nod, as a high pitched voice echoed up from the Hispanic girl’s nordic looking doll. “I’m... I’m fine... I just...” The girl took a deep breath, she had to do it.
Who was she kidding? She couldn’t play Quidditch, not on her life. It was stupid enough the girl had signed up for the team. A MUTE? Who’d want her on their team, the idea was preposterous.
She alighted from her broom slowly and cautiously. “I... I’ve come to... to resign from the house team, but I can't seem to find Kelly," The doll said. Elizabetta lowered Charlotta’s porcelain body away from her. She looked away from Amy, nodding once at the stands. “Do you mind if I sit in the stands and... watch you train?” She asked, a lump rising in her throat.
She had always wanted to play Quidditch, even before ‘the accident’. Now she knew that was impossible. That thought alone was enough to push her to near tears. But she couldn't, she wouldn't. The pretty girl didn't cry.
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