Post by LOTTIE KILROY on Feb 22, 2017 9:54:37 GMT -6
All Lottie could think of doing at this exact moment was getting on her broom and flying away. Far away. Maybe she could go to Bulgaria and join the national team or something. Did she have to be Bulgarian to be on the national team? Probably. Maybe she could fake her identity. All Lottie knew is that she wanted to get away from here. But she couldn't-- she had to stay. She had an education to get, then she could join Ireland's national team. She had been practicing loads, and hoped one day to be as seamless a chaser as the 94 Quidditch World Cup champion team. She had hoped that she could share her glory and victory with Pike.
Lottie stormed across the grounds towards the Quidditch pitch, fuming. Unwilling tears streamed down her face. She was angry. She had done nothing wrong, and yet Pike had never fully trusted her. All because she'd been friends with another boy. All because she'd had an eating disorder. And now it felt like almost three years of her life had gone to waste. She would be sure to clobber Slytherin in every match, even if it meant loads of fouls. She felt like her life was falling apart, just like it had last year. Lottie thought things had been fixed, but she was so obviously wrong.
Grabbing her broom from her locker where she had stored it yesterday afternoon, Lottie made her way out onto the deserted pitch. She stared up at the sky, which was a brilliant shade of blue that didn't reflect her mood at all. With an aggravated harrumph, Lottie swung her leg over her broom and kicked off hard. She did a couple of laps around the stadium, zooming about at top speed, completely oblivious to anything but the pain inside and the wind in her hair.
Post by DAMIEN KRIS PYNE on Feb 23, 2017 22:57:11 GMT -6
40,000 feet, keep flying.
Damien had intended to go for a nice, leisurely fly around the pitch today. He'd been in better spirits since defining his relationship with Arkham and admitting his werewolf status to Everett. All in all, things were beginning to look up for the Hufflepuff. Granted, he still couldn't write anything anymore, not since the bite, but perhaps that would change with time. He had to hold onto that hope.
He'd grabbed his broom and entered the pitch, whistling cheerfully as he did so. However, it soon became apparent that one of his very own teammates was zooming around the pitch at an alarming speed. Immediately, Damien became concerned. Mounting his own broom, he rose in the air to reach Lottie's height.
Flying faster to keep up with her, Damien looked over at her face, trying to gauge her emotions before even saying hello. He couldn't really tell, but he thought she seemed upset (besides the whole flying at rocket speed thing). Once he thought she had noticed him, though they were both still maintaining a decent speed, he spoke up. "Lottie? Are you okay?" He asked, though it was probably a silly question.
Post by LOTTIE KILROY on Feb 25, 2017 3:48:48 GMT -6
Lottie kept urging her broom faster and Faster. As if reading top speed would leave her worries and troubles behind. Maybe if she went fast enough, she could go back in time like in that film back to the future. Then she wouldn't make all the mistakes she had made. Maybe she would have never had an eating disorder. Maybe pike would have trusted her. Maybe Naomi would have stayed. There were so many what ifs, it was hard to imagine a different life.
It took a few moments for Lottie to réalisé hat she wasn't alone. Damien, her fellow chaser ont he hufflepff team but two years senior to her, had caught her up. It was proof that he was a very talented flier as well. Lottie stopped abruptly and watched him. She and damien were friendly enough, having been teammates for years. But she had never considered him one of her best friends. For one he was older. And he probably had loads of other friends to worry about. Not to mention his whole family. The Pynes were a clan plain and simple.
"I heard your brother got engaged," said Lottie, completely avoiding his question. She looked away from Damien, towards the goal posts. "Fancy a bit of one on one?" She asked, desperate to get her mind off things
Post by DAMIEN KRIS PYNE on Feb 27, 2017 19:24:24 GMT -6
40,000 feet, keep flying.
Apparently answering his questions wasn't something she was interested in doing. However, he wasn't all that thrown off by the lack of response. A year ago, Damien would have been the one, urging her to talk it out and to share hows she felt, explain why she felt that way. Words had been his friends for so long, his only comfort. But, they had recently betrayed him. He'd learned the art of keeping quiet and shutting away secrets inside of himself. He could understand why the method was so widely used.
He wasn't surprised that she'd heard of the engagement, it wasn't often that two students got engaged. But, the couple in question probably had not truly shocked anyone - if someone hadn't seen this natural step as a possibility for Wayland and Annabelle, they were clearly blind. He looked at her sideways as she asked him her quick succession of questions, keeping up his speed all the while. "They did, yes. Though I don't think anyone should be terribly surprised, really." He said, offering her a half-smile. "Why not? I've got some extra energy to burn off."
Post by LOTTIE KILROY on Mar 1, 2017 12:57:07 GMT -6
Even with top speed laps, Lottie still felt on edge. She couldn't shake the feeling of being duped. She and Pike had been together for so long, it was almost like she forgot what it was like to be single. There had been that spell where Lottie had been sure he was going to end things with her, but somehow they had pulled through. It hadn't been a proper repair though, since it all accumulated in this big mess. She was feeling better, but nothing was the same.
Instead of talking about her problems like she ought to, Lottie deflected. She forced out a laugh. "Yeah, those two have been nothing but puppy eyes for ages," said Lottie. "I can't believe they didn't start dating before fifth year though, bit mad. Everyone with eyes could see they're made for each other." She stopped abruptly. She had once thought that she and Pike were made for one another. She swallowed thickly and took off again.
Luckily for Lottie, Damien was amenable to a bit of one on one. "Fabulous," said Lottie, diving. She collected the quaffle from where it was kept and returned moments later to Damien's side. She passed him the ball, moving a bit more slowly now. "Anyways, whats new with you?" she asked conversationally.
Post by DAMIEN KRIS PYNE on Mar 2, 2017 17:18:21 GMT -6
40,000 feet, keep flying.
Damien, admittedly, didn't know Lottie that well. However, he was in the business of people-watching - both as a writer and as someone who was deeply empathetic, and greatly in tune to the emotions of others. Unlike his brother, who seemed so oblivious to the emotions of others, he actually cared. He wanted to know how people were feeling. He wanted to help. And, everything Lottie was doing right now pretty much screamed that something was wrong - of course, thanks to the breakneck speeds at which she was choosing to fly, someone half as observant as he may have been able to pick up on that clue.
Even so, he felt an innate sense of responsibility to lend an ear, or whatever this girl needed, to her now. This was his teammate, his housemate. She was someone whom he respected very much, and he was someone who was loyal to a fault. Maybe it got him in trouble sometimes but, more often than not, it made him lifelong friends. Still, her deflecting the question hardly made it easy to decipher what exactly was wrong. "I suppose you're right. But, at least they found each other in the end, right? At least....they have someone who loves them. That's what we're all searching for in life, really. Someone to love. Someone to be loved by." He responded, his voice turning deeply thoughtful.
He realized quickly she was not in the mood to hear his incessant pondering thoughts, that she wanted to be in motion. That was fine. He clamped his mouth shut, watching as she moved to retrieve the Quaffle. He slowed his own speed to match hers, catching the ball easily, moving it mindlessly from hand to hand as he replied. "Oh, not much. I'm pretty boring, really." He shrugged. That was, if you ignored the whole werewolf thing. He tossed the ball sideways, quickly, without warning, testing her reflexes before zooming off, having his own fun now.
Post by LOTTIE KILROY on Mar 6, 2017 18:05:13 GMT -6
Lottie cringed. This really was not the conversation she wanted to be having at the moment. "Suppose so," she said shortly. She had been under the distinct impression that someone had loved her. That she had someone to love, but she didn't. Still confused by the way the events of the day had unfolded, Lottie came to a halt with the quaffle under her arm. Lottie was thinking too deeply about love. Was it even love, what she and Pike had? Or just a deep friendship? There wasn't much romantic about the pair, especially with Pike's paranoia. They hardly even snogged.
Slightly surprised when Damien caught the ball so easily, Lottie called out to him. "Thought your reflexes would have been a bit shit after those practices you missed," she said, arching a brow. She easily caught the quaffle and zipped away. She was a young but astute girl, catching things others wouldn't. She liked to watch, to notice things. It was how she had deduced what Pike was doing. It was how she figured out Damien was sneaking around every so often, and missing practices around the same time. She couldn't figure out why-- he was a good, rule following kid.
"I don't think you're boring," replied Lottie, frowning. "You've got a family who loves you, you're really fantastic at Quidditch, a girlfriend and a best friend. Why isn't that enough?" she demanded. Lottie had to be the best at Quidditch because it was all she had left. Her best friend had left Hogwarts, her family was distant for being a witch and well her love life was rubbish. Damien was lucky to have so much. She threw him the quaffle back, perhaps a bit harder than she ought to.
Post by DAMIEN KRIS PYNE on Mar 8, 2017 14:56:36 GMT -6
40,000 feet, keep flying.
Lottie seemed less than keen on talking on the subject of love. Damien found this a little odd, seeing as he was almost sure that he'd seen Lottie around the castle on the arm of a blonde-haired Slytherin. He didn't quite understand why the subject would cause her to seem so thrown off, if she did have such a relationship to speak of. "I mean, I'm sure you must understand, just a little....I've seen you around with that...Slytherin boy." He said, clearly too dense to realize that the reason that Lottie seemed agitated might be exactly attributed to that very reason - why were teenage girls ever distressed, if not over some stupid boy?
He, however, was quickly thrown into another track of mind, as they began passing the Quaffle. At first, his expression brightened - he was happy to be moving, happy to have something to channel his extraneous energy into. However, when she mentioned his missed practices, he fumbled a little, the ball rushing towards the ground. He dove down to catch it a few feet before it hit the grass coming up again and tossing it in her general direction. He had been hoping nobody would notice. "I've only missed a few...." He said, shrugging a little, hoping she'd drop the subject. He didn't much want to weave a web of lies he'd inevitably get caught in later.
She seemed even angrier now, and Damien shifted uncomfortably on his broom as she shot angry remarks at him, casting his gaze downwards and shrugging a little. "It....is enough. I just....I...am having a hard time recently. But it's getting better." He admitted. "What about you? Why aren't you happy?" He asked, the words blunt but not totally unwarranted.
Post by LOTTIE KILROY on Mar 12, 2017 16:20:02 GMT -6
"That Slytherin boy is a wanker," Lottie spat at once. Her anger at Pike had not dissolved as much as she would have hoped. She took a deep breath. None of this was Damien's fault. "We broke up. Like, twenty minutes ago," she said by way of explanation. "I don't think he ever really loved me. He certainly didn't trust me. I was so stupid to think that things would last," she muttered, so disappointed in herself. She had seen a future with Pike, but she had ignored the cracks in their relationship. Just because he was the first boy to have shown interest in her.
Shortly after, they let that trail of conversation off and were rapidly passing the quaffle to one another. Damien missed her second pass, after Lottie mentioned his missed practices. She examined him. "Well, I'm always around for a bit of extra practice if you fancy," said Lottie with a half smile. "I just noticed... it's always exactly one month apart. And you don't look well before or after," said Lottie. Why she had studied him so closely was beyond her. She and Damien had never been particularly close, not with the two year age gap. But they were teammates after all. Lottie wanted her team to be on top forum, and Damien was a good person.
Lottie couldn't help the outburst when it came. Damien seemed to have everything- love, friends, a family and a whole web of support. "I'm unhappy because I'm a bloody idiot. At least I have Quidditch. Though I would fancy being a beater right now," she added after a moment. Lottie's anger began to ebb though, whether from Damien's calming presence or from the exertion from Quidditch. "Get a bit of frustration out, you know?" she continued, arching a brow."I'm glad it's getting better."
Post by DAMIEN KRIS PYNE on Mar 13, 2017 20:56:00 GMT -6
40,000 feet, keep flying.
Well. Now her erratic mood was making more sense. And her apparent annoyances with him were also making more sense. He'd thoughtlessly brought up a very sensitive subject, even though he'd not known it at the time. "I'm sorry to hear that, Lottie. He was clearly an idiot for letting someone as amazing as you slip away." He said, complimenting her out of friendliness alone, not because he was trying to flirt with her or anything.
He had faltered as she began to describe her noticing of his missing practices. As he dove to retrieve the Quaffle, she'd continued her speech. She'd definitely picked up on his pattern, though he supposed it was hardly something that was hard to notice, once someone took interest in it enough. He decided the best strategy right now would deflection away from himself. So, he turned the whole thing into a joke of sorts, hoping to draw away her thought process. "What are you, stalking me or something? Surely you must have more interesting things in your life to pay attention to than my practice schedule." He countered, rolling his eyes a little at her.
The conversation did soon take another turn, though. However, if he was grateful for it, it was only marginally so. Her outburst seemed unwarranted and not necessarily directed at him, but perhaps something much bigger. "We all deserve to feel our anger, sometimes." He said, shrugging a little at her. Tossing the Quaffle to her, he moved to trunk of Quidditch supplies. He unclasped a bludger, which immediately went flying erratically into the air. "Think fast." He said, tossing a beater's bat her way, grabbing one for himself.
Post by LOTTIE KILROY on Mar 22, 2017 8:37:29 GMT -6
Lottie couldn't help that the corner of her mouth lifted upwards at Damien's kind words. "Thanks, Damien. Hopefully things will get better and I don't have to constantly watch what I'm doing," she said slowly. Come to think of it, Lottie realised that she could be so much better now. She could focus more on Quidditch without worrying Pike about what she was off doing. She could spend time with friends that were boys without him accusing her of something. Maybe this wasn't the worst thing. At least she had a future ahead of her.
"I'm just observant," said Lottie mysteriously. His evasiveness made her all the more curious. Lottie was going to have to figure out what he was hiding from her. Though Damien and she had never been close before, his simply being here for her now made her more aware of a kinship. Not only were they teammates, they could be friends too. Her anger was slowly ebbing so that she could start to focus on practising again. She voiced the wish that she could be a beater, if just for a moment. Damien tossed her a beaters bat and she stared at it a moment. The bludger switched course and went directly for her. Without thinking, Lottie smacked the bludger away with a loud thwack.
Lottie watched as the erratic black ball zoomed in the opposite direction, grinning. "Wow, that was brilliant. Really good way to get out frustration," she said with half a laugh. The bludger was coming back now and she hit it once again, before diving towards the ground. The third time the bludger tried to knock her over, she caught it roughly and stuffed it back into the chest. She was already feeling loads better. She mounted her broom and kicked off. "Race you to the lake," she said with the ghost of a smile.