Dani rarely thought of anything besides Quidditch. She lived, breathed, and dreamed of the sport. She saw the snitch her sleep, and thought of a dozen ways she could catch it. Maybe she was obsessed, but flying was in her blood - her father had loved it just as much. That was evident by the fact that he now taught the class here at Hogwarts. That had taken Dani awhile to get used to, but she had come to terms with it.
When she wasn't consumed with the sport, she did pay some mind in her other classes. She didn't find them all that interesting, but, to be honest, she didn't find much of anything interesting. However, her constant need for perfection made her strive to obtain the highest marks, even in the classes she found completely mundane.
One of those classes was Herbology. Honestly, who in their right name could find plants fascinating? If anyone loved the subject, Dani suspected there was something terribly wrong in their brain. She'd been reading the assigned chapter for a while now, but she was growing tired. When she spotted one of her teammates enter the common room, she got up and bounced over, desperate for a conversation.
Nearing him, she realized she didn't know what to say, other than something Quidditch. Rolling with that, she spoke up. "So, Reyne, you ready to help the team win? We've got a reputation to uphold, you know." She teased. The Hufflepuffs were actually doing well at the sport as of late, and Dani didn't want to ruin that.
Post by AEMON TARANIS REYNE on Jan 5, 2018 19:24:52 GMT -6
Fourteen years old and Aemon already felt like he was at a crossroads with his life. All he wanted from his life was to be happy and to make his family happy, but as he watched his brother and sister grow into people that fit into the family more and more, it became clear to him that he didn't really belong there. He was softer, almost too soft. He didn't have the drive, the ambition that made his family strong. But at the same time, he wasn't sure that he wanted it.
It might be a bit harsh, but he could tell that his siblings at the least weren't good people. He wanted to be a good person. It might not suit the family, but he wanted to be a person he was proud to be. He didn't want to change to fit in with the rest of them, even though he sometimes felt like he should. It just wasn't in him.
That being said, he wasn't doing a good job at following through. That was how he found himself trying to read a book that he wasn't enjoying. It wasn't for a class, but more him trying to find the appeal in working in politics. They were incessantly boring and too stressful in his opinion, but he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that his siblings would do it, just like his father and his aunt did. He just couldn't find an interest.
About ready to bash his head into a wall, Aemon was actually relieved when someone approached him and started talking. Looking up, he saw one of his teammates from the Quidditch team. Quidditch was something he liked. "I'll do my best," he said voice soft. Now that he was off reserve he knew he had a lot more work ahead of him.
Happy when her comment wasn't met by some sort of glare or something, Dani smirked at him, moving a bit closer. "So, what got you into Quidditch, anyhow? Your family fans of it, or something?" She asked. She had to remember sometimes that some people were not born into the sport the way she had been. Some people didn't have the need to be in the air coursing through their veins.
She hoped she wasn't too out of line asking the random question or approaching him at all. Truthfully, she wasn't that close to anyone on the team - she seemed to have trouble connecting with people around her own age. She used Quidditch and flying as a front, sometimes. And, most of the time, it was enough to be just a part of the team. Only sometimes did the pang of loneliness linger.