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Post by rosew on Apr 7, 2012 9:53:54 GMT -5
 Sometimes life just kind of sucked. On the days that life kind of sucked, Rose came down to the quidditch pitch to "work out" some of her issues. Working it out meant releasing a bludger, jumping onto her broom, flying up into the air and hitting the damn thing as hard as she could, over and over again, until lifting her arm becomes impossible. Everyone has their own way of relieving their stress and anger, Rose's just happens to be hitting something and since she can't very well go around hitting people, (though there's a few Slytherins she wouldn't mind throwing her fists at), beating the bludger was her best option. Besides, it was also a way of getting practice in, so in her mind it was win-win.
Stretching her arms across her chest, Rose cast her eyes up towards the sky. It would be getting dark in an hour or two, but she didn't care. She'd stay out here all night if it meant that she could shake some of the stress weighing down on her shoulders. Grabbing her bat, she bent to release the catch that was keep the fidgeting bludger in place, and stepped back as it took to the air. Rose followed suit seconds after and had barely reached a suitable position in the air before the bludger came sailing back towards her. Stretching back her arm, Rose swung her bat out at the bludger, striking it so powerfully that it soared right out of her line of vision. A satisfied grin tugged at her lips, she was starting to feel better already.
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