Post by Samantha Snape on Jan 3, 2012 1:10:29 GMT -5
The day had begun and went by normally; even Quidditch practice had been normal – but that was the key word, wasn’t it? It had been, but really hadn’t remained so for long.
As per usual, lately, she and Lux had gotten up early, showered together, gotten ready, and then headed to breakfast. Again as usual, the redhead had merely engaged in conversation while her girlfriend ate; okay, so maybe things had been a tiny bit different, as she’d sipped at tea, but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Classes had also been the same as ever, with the tall Chaser viciously ignoring her hunger and dizziness to retain her top marks. She had again joined Lux for lunch, working on her morning’s homework while her blonde best friend had eaten lunch. Her free period, following lunch, had been spent in the Library with her homework and a bottle of water, as she did every day. The rest of her afternoon classes had gone the same as her morning ones had, and then it was off to Quidditch practice.
While it was true that most practicing was done off-season, the Slytherin team tended to put in as many hours as they could during the season itself; they wanted the Cup, after all, so it shouldn’t have come as any sort of surprise. And so, dutiful Chaser that she was, Sam had changed into her silver and emerald Quidditch robes, gotten her broom, a Nimbus 2000, and headed for the pitch. She loved her broom dearly, and even if it was what most would have called out-of-date, she cherished because her father had gifted it to her when she had made the team three years previously, and she knew that. She had always known that they weren’t poor by any means, but they weren’t quite well-off either, so the fact that her father had spent as much as he had on the broom meant more to her than she could ever say.
Thoughts of her broom aside, however, as noted, practice had been normal – until, of course, a dizzy spell had caught up with the anorexic redhead. Though her grip had barely slackened on the handle of her broom, she had been in motion at the time, so that was all that was needed to send her toppling off. The situation wasn’t as grievous as it could have been, however. She wasn’t high enough from the ground to die or seriously injure herself, but she did end up with a few cracked ribs, a broken leg, and a mildly severe concussion, not to mention the usual scrapes, bruises, cuts, and the like associated with a fall in Quidditch – practice or otherwise. When she had come to once more, about three hours later, she was both thankful and embarrassed to find both her entire team, and Lux surrounding her bed in the hospital wing.
While she had been berated by both her best friend and her Captain, she could tell that they were both more glad that she was okay than truly angry. The team had cleared out about half an hour later, followed another half hour after by the redhead’s girlfriend (Sam couldn’t help grinning slightly, when she remembered the kiss they had parted with, when they were both sure no-one was looking). All of that, however, had been about an hour ago, and now Sam was dreading the one visitor she had yet to receive. In truth, she wasn’t sure which she was more worried about – if he would be mad that she’d fallen at all, or that he’d be mad about what had caused the fall in the first place.
Either way, she wasn’t looking forward to it by any sense of the word.
TAGGED: Severus.
WORD COUNT: 677.
NOTES: The site must live!!!! XD
As per usual, lately, she and Lux had gotten up early, showered together, gotten ready, and then headed to breakfast. Again as usual, the redhead had merely engaged in conversation while her girlfriend ate; okay, so maybe things had been a tiny bit different, as she’d sipped at tea, but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Classes had also been the same as ever, with the tall Chaser viciously ignoring her hunger and dizziness to retain her top marks. She had again joined Lux for lunch, working on her morning’s homework while her blonde best friend had eaten lunch. Her free period, following lunch, had been spent in the Library with her homework and a bottle of water, as she did every day. The rest of her afternoon classes had gone the same as her morning ones had, and then it was off to Quidditch practice.
While it was true that most practicing was done off-season, the Slytherin team tended to put in as many hours as they could during the season itself; they wanted the Cup, after all, so it shouldn’t have come as any sort of surprise. And so, dutiful Chaser that she was, Sam had changed into her silver and emerald Quidditch robes, gotten her broom, a Nimbus 2000, and headed for the pitch. She loved her broom dearly, and even if it was what most would have called out-of-date, she cherished because her father had gifted it to her when she had made the team three years previously, and she knew that. She had always known that they weren’t poor by any means, but they weren’t quite well-off either, so the fact that her father had spent as much as he had on the broom meant more to her than she could ever say.
Thoughts of her broom aside, however, as noted, practice had been normal – until, of course, a dizzy spell had caught up with the anorexic redhead. Though her grip had barely slackened on the handle of her broom, she had been in motion at the time, so that was all that was needed to send her toppling off. The situation wasn’t as grievous as it could have been, however. She wasn’t high enough from the ground to die or seriously injure herself, but she did end up with a few cracked ribs, a broken leg, and a mildly severe concussion, not to mention the usual scrapes, bruises, cuts, and the like associated with a fall in Quidditch – practice or otherwise. When she had come to once more, about three hours later, she was both thankful and embarrassed to find both her entire team, and Lux surrounding her bed in the hospital wing.
While she had been berated by both her best friend and her Captain, she could tell that they were both more glad that she was okay than truly angry. The team had cleared out about half an hour later, followed another half hour after by the redhead’s girlfriend (Sam couldn’t help grinning slightly, when she remembered the kiss they had parted with, when they were both sure no-one was looking). All of that, however, had been about an hour ago, and now Sam was dreading the one visitor she had yet to receive. In truth, she wasn’t sure which she was more worried about – if he would be mad that she’d fallen at all, or that he’d be mad about what had caused the fall in the first place.
Either way, she wasn’t looking forward to it by any sense of the word.
TAGGED: Severus.
WORD COUNT: 677.
NOTES: The site must live!!!! XD
