Post by elizabethdugger on May 30, 2010 15:45:35 GMT
h e r e c o m e s t h e f e e l i n g
you thought you'd forgotten
Elizabeth swiftly headed towards the owlery with a scowl present on her face. Normally she had a more chipper demeanor after practice but the fact that it had gone horribly had a negative effect on her mood. It wasn't that she had played terribly but moreso because she had clearly been outshone by the other beater. Due to her highly competitive nature, she knew she'd be spending several hours practicing outside of the team practices. Flying was one of the few joys she had in life which didn't include a bottle of firewhiskey. She had been flying around her property with her brother for as long as she could remember. It was one of those things that just came naturally to her, except for on days like this. Flying, as cliche as it sounded, was one of the only times she truly felt free. There was nothing like the adrenaline rush she got from zooming around on a broomstick. Also playing as beater helped her let out some of her pent up aggression by whacking around bludgers. It was really therapeutic though of course she would never confess any of those thoughts aloud. They sounded stupid enough in her head.
Soon she found herself in the owlery. She pulled a lengthy letter out of her pocket, examining it for a moment. She figured it was just about as long as a novella but it had been weeks since she'd written her brother, they had a lot to catch up on. Ever since he had gone to the University, which had only been about a year now, the two had made sure to have regular correspondence with one another. Usually she tried to write him once a week but sometimes life got in the way of things like that. His last letter had mainly been devoted to telling his sister about his most recent girlfriend. Elizabeth knew it wouldn't last long, no matter how infatuated he was with her at the moment. He always seemed to bounce around when it came to relationships, though he always thought he'd found the girl he was going to marry. Their outlook on relationships was strikingly different. She found that she had no time to waste and relationships were nothing short of time-consuming. Besides, who really cared about the whole commitment thing right now? She was young. She was supposed to be having fun and getting tied down with a single person wasn't her definition of a good time.
Now that she had gotten all of her obligations out of the way, she was free to do as she pleased. But all she really wanted to do was get back to her common room, maybe relax a little. It'd been a while since she'd had the time to do something as simple as sit in the Slytherin dungeons with nothing pressing to do. It wasn't until she neared the entrance to the common room that she realized how much she must look like a wreck. Libby generally spent a lot of time on her appearance, something her mother had taught her to do from a young age. Her long hair hung in a messy loose ponytail, dirt could be seen both on her face and underneath her fingernails, and the make-up which she'd had on earlier had completely disappeared after hours of strenuous practice. Normally she would have headed straight to her dormitory to do some damage control but she really didn't have the patience for all of that right now.
Once she entered the common room it didn't take the sixth year long to find her way to one of the couches which were peppered around the room. The throng of people which usually inhabited the common room after classes was thinner than usual. One glance at her watch told her they were probably already making their way to dinner. Her stomach growled, alerting her that it was time for her to eat as well. But her weary eyes ended up winning the battle as she drifted off to sleep.