Breathe in;; open

[mia katie warrington]

and you can sky-rocket away from me
and never come back if you find another galaxy

far from here with more room to fly
just leave me your stardust to remember you by

Whenever Mia told people that she played Quidditch she always received the same look of sceptical doubt and raised eyebrows, as if they thought she was telling tales. Mia couldn't understand why it was so hard to believe. One friend, a boy, had said it was because she was a girl, a girly one at that. Mia had simply scoffed and said that he being sexist. Another friend had said it was because she looked like a delicate flower, soft and fragile. Too soft and fragile to be zipping around the pitch with bludgers flying around after you. Mia had rolled her eyes at that but admitted that maybe they were right, if only a little. Quidditch could be a dangerous sport and she hardly looked the type to get muddy or take a battering. Mia loved proving the doubters wrong and she did, over and over again.

Dressed in her Quidditch gear, Mia was sat in the middle of the pitch, toying with the snitch in her fingers. Hufflepuff had just lost against Gryffindor and rather than head back to the lockers with the others, the brunette had chosen to stay outside to clear her head. The game had been brutal, Mia had a bandaged wrist after she was hit on the arm by a deflected bludger. It hadn’t caused much damage, just skimmed her, but she’d had to drop down to the ground to have it seen to. The second it had been repaired and bandaged (just to be safe), she was back up in the air. Gryffindor, as usual, had been winning, this time by a long shot. If Mia hadn’t caught the snitch, the score would have been devastating. She knew they wouldn’t have been able to pull the game back so it was better to catch the snitch to end the game before Gryffindor got too many points ahead.

Holding out her palm, Mia watched as the snitch slowly unfurled it’s wings and then lifted into the air. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as it floated around her head, zipping from side to side playfully, as if taunting her to try and catch it. Her brown eyes darted after it, never letting it out of her sight. Being an artist meant she had an eye for things that others didn’t and that sort of skill was brilliant to have as a seeker. It meant that she had an edge, that she was one step ahead of other seekers who might not be as skilled. She wasn’t the best flyer by far but she was an excellent seeker and no one could deny it. Not that she’d ever brag about it. Not that it changed the fact that Hufflepuff were having a terrible season so far. With a frown Mia, pulled her knees up so that she could fold her arms across the top of them. She then rested her chin on her arms and glanced down at the broom sat at her side. Mia could be the best seeker in the world but unless she could catch the golden snitch within the first minute of a game, unlikely but possible, (she’d caught it in the first three minutes once, effectively winning the game) then they weren’t going to win because her team-mates weren’t playing up to the standard they usually did.

The majority of Hufflepuff’s best players had been seventh years and had finished school at the end of last year. Mia liked to give everyone a fair chance but the newest members just weren’t cutting it. She wondered how many games they had to lose before their captain did anything about it. Mia wasn’t a huge Quidditch buff by any means, she played because it was fun and exhilarating, but that didn’t mean she liked to see her team lose all of the time.
Sighing, Mia straightened out her legs and plucked the pencil and pad she’d left discarded at her side, from the ground. She’d summoned them from her room earlier. Drawing was something she loved to do and something she felt helped to clear her head. Nothing mattered but her pencil, paper and the image she was drawing. Shifting so that the pad was rested on her lap, Mia began to draw sharp lines and soft arcs, sketching them into the shapes of players flying through the air during a match.

tagged;; open
words;; 731
notes;; miaaa. <3
lyrics;; boats and birds by gregory and the hawk

[alexandria jade munroe]

'Cause the way you played me
Exposed your true intention

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Admittedly, AJ thought that the whole concept of Quidditch was absolutely useless. In fact, she would have been perfectly fine if the whole sport itself was just banned from the school. There was always such an uproar whenever the games came about and honestly, AJ hated it. Such ruckus over something that was such a complete waste of time? AJ didn't get it. However, she acted like she cared. Not only did she act like she cared, but she really sold the fact that she was a Quidditch fan there at the school. AJ knew that there were a lot of Quidditch nuts there at the school and to get on their good side it was beneficial for her to pretend like she gave a shit about the sport. So, in an effort to keep up appearances and the like, AJ showed up to the games. All of the games. Not something she was fond of, but she was able to put a smile on her face and deal with it, just because she needed the connections for later. At least, some of them anyways.

That afternoon, it seemed that it was a Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff match. Unfortunately for AJ, those were easily the two houses that she most disliked. The Gryffindors were too righteous and tended to see right through her facade of niceties, while the Hufflepuffs were just too damn nice. She could deal with people just find usually, but it took a great deal of effort to be around people from either of the two houses. Today, however, she would do what she needed to do and probably end up chatting with at least one of the members of the team. Not wanting to waste her times with actually sitting in the stands and watching the match, AJ had simply stayed off to the side, leaning up against the locker room for the Hufflepuffs. She had a feeling that they would be on the losing side, making it key that she interacted more with their team, since they would be looking for a morale booster, most likely.

As predicted, the Hufflepuffs had fallen short once again, bringing an amused smirk to her face. It always made AJ feel better to see one of the teams doing particularly terrible. Though, their bloody seeker had to go and catch the snitch, lessening the brutality of their loss. That was too bad. Not all too pleased by that last play, AJ determined that she was going to go talk to the young Hufflepuff seeker and find a way to subtly bring down her morale, all the while seeming perfectly friendly about the matter. She certainly didn't want her to somehow win the next match for the Hufflepuffs and give them some sense of validation in their lives. That just wouldn't do at all and obviously, it was up to AJ to go about fixing it. After all, it was unlikely that anyone else put forth the effort to help better the world.

With the game over and everyone heading back towards the castle, AJ instead slipped back out of the Quidditch stadium, walking around for a moment before setting herself against a tree to wait for the Hufflepuff seeker to come out. She figured it wouldn't take far too long, since the girl would likely just shower and head back to the castle or something. However, as the last dwindling groups of people left from the pitch, the one person that she was looking for in particular wasn't coming out. Typical. Leave it to a Hufflepuff to do just the things that would inconvenience AJ the most. With a bit of a scowl, AJ straightened out her clothes and walked back into the pitch to see what the holdup was. Obviously, this was something that had to be done and couldn't very well wait until tomorrow. It had to be done early while the loss was still fresh in the girls mind. Now, more than ever, was the perfect time to strike.

Striding into the Quidditch pitch, AJ's eyes scanned the field looking for any sign of the little Hufflepuff girl. Spotting her out in the middle of the pitch, AJ turned towards her, walking over to her with a slight swagger to her step. "Not bad today," she called out as she got close enough to the other girl. She was fairly certain that she'd never actually had a conversation with the girl before, but that didn't really make much of a difference as far as AJ was concerned. Clearly, it wouldn't matter if her only intention was to somehow ruin the girls self esteem in regard to her Quidditch team. "It's too bad the rest of your team can't keep up. It must eat you up to be a Hufflepuff," AJ added, shrugging slightly as she spoke, as if she felt bad for Mia as well. "I mean, you'd probably be so much better if you had a halfway decent team behind you." Perhaps if she first endeared the girl to the fact that she was somewhat friendly first, than she could get the girl to trust her. Though, AJ was the last person that anyone should trust.

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tags;; mia/open?
words;; 822
lyrics;; Beggin' On Your Knees- Victoria Justice