Post by Aednat on Jul 6, 2006 17:42:12 GMT -5
((Here it is, as promised! (D'ya love me, Hayz? ;D ) And now that I have done it, please turn up, people! Even just a teeny tiny one liner would be better than nothing! All Gryffs welcome.))
Nothing could have lifted the spirits of the Gryffindors more than their win that day. Even those who didn’t have a particular love for Quidditch as a sport had gotten caught up in the hype and were delighted about their result. Of course, it was quite possible that they were just glad that now the moods of the Quidditch-playing members of their house would take a drastic turn for the better. The disappointment had come off the players in waves, and they’d all been so tense, knowing that the next match would be the making or breaking of their chances for success this year. Other students in their house had scattered before some of them, afraid of having to face their ire. Now, spirits were lifted beyond anything imaginable. Everyone had come off the pitch smiling- every Gryffindor at least- and Aednat was willing to bet that even the sullen Ania would be hard-put to stay in a bad mood this evening.
She was looking forward to seeing Ania, actually. She was looking forward to seeing a smile on that girl’s face. That, even that alone, would be something of a victory. Another person on whose face she was looking forward to seeing a smile was Ferris. The poor boy was so under confident. Perhaps this would be a nice boost for him! And Megan too! Aednat had felt awful for the first-year after the last match, guessing that Megan blamed herself. Aednat didn’t blame the younger girl; in fact, quite the opposite. Megan had flown fantastically, and had been so close to catching the snitch. It was quite remarkable that she had shown so much talent! Aednat intended to tell her that today, actually- she hadn’t seen the girl between the two matches and hadn’t been able to do so before now. But she wanted to. Megan was a great Seeker; Aednat herself had never shown any special skill in that area. She found working alone boring and preferred a position that offered more action. Sylph though- she was the one Aednat was looking forward to seeing perhaps most. Like Aednat, Sylph had been fiercely disappointed after the first match, and like Aednat, was formidable when mad. The girl had been in foul humour after their loss, so it’d be great to see her now.
Now all she had to do was wait for them to arrive. Everything else was ready; there was food, obtained after a quick run to the kitchens, and there were drinks, and there were even other Gryffindors there already, enjoying the good mood and happily using the excuse to be part of a party. Why have this party in the locker room? They were less likely to get busted! Draped slightly haphazardly over the tables were Gryffindor scarves and flags and banners. They may not have been displayed hanging straight or in a sophisticated manner, but they were displayed proudly all the same. The Gryffindors were a united bunch, and proud and happy. Despite that, none of her friends were there yet, Quidditch players or otherwise. She didn’t frown, for she was sure they would turn up- besides, after their win, nothing could take the sparkle out of her blue eyes that night!- but she did jump up to peer over the heads of those congregated so far to see if she could spot any more familiar faces.
Nothing could have lifted the spirits of the Gryffindors more than their win that day. Even those who didn’t have a particular love for Quidditch as a sport had gotten caught up in the hype and were delighted about their result. Of course, it was quite possible that they were just glad that now the moods of the Quidditch-playing members of their house would take a drastic turn for the better. The disappointment had come off the players in waves, and they’d all been so tense, knowing that the next match would be the making or breaking of their chances for success this year. Other students in their house had scattered before some of them, afraid of having to face their ire. Now, spirits were lifted beyond anything imaginable. Everyone had come off the pitch smiling- every Gryffindor at least- and Aednat was willing to bet that even the sullen Ania would be hard-put to stay in a bad mood this evening.
She was looking forward to seeing Ania, actually. She was looking forward to seeing a smile on that girl’s face. That, even that alone, would be something of a victory. Another person on whose face she was looking forward to seeing a smile was Ferris. The poor boy was so under confident. Perhaps this would be a nice boost for him! And Megan too! Aednat had felt awful for the first-year after the last match, guessing that Megan blamed herself. Aednat didn’t blame the younger girl; in fact, quite the opposite. Megan had flown fantastically, and had been so close to catching the snitch. It was quite remarkable that she had shown so much talent! Aednat intended to tell her that today, actually- she hadn’t seen the girl between the two matches and hadn’t been able to do so before now. But she wanted to. Megan was a great Seeker; Aednat herself had never shown any special skill in that area. She found working alone boring and preferred a position that offered more action. Sylph though- she was the one Aednat was looking forward to seeing perhaps most. Like Aednat, Sylph had been fiercely disappointed after the first match, and like Aednat, was formidable when mad. The girl had been in foul humour after their loss, so it’d be great to see her now.
Now all she had to do was wait for them to arrive. Everything else was ready; there was food, obtained after a quick run to the kitchens, and there were drinks, and there were even other Gryffindors there already, enjoying the good mood and happily using the excuse to be part of a party. Why have this party in the locker room? They were less likely to get busted! Draped slightly haphazardly over the tables were Gryffindor scarves and flags and banners. They may not have been displayed hanging straight or in a sophisticated manner, but they were displayed proudly all the same. The Gryffindors were a united bunch, and proud and happy. Despite that, none of her friends were there yet, Quidditch players or otherwise. She didn’t frown, for she was sure they would turn up- besides, after their win, nothing could take the sparkle out of her blue eyes that night!- but she did jump up to peer over the heads of those congregated so far to see if she could spot any more familiar faces.