Post by Megan on Jul 4, 2006 12:11:29 GMT -5
The next game was so close, and Megan hadn't been able to stop beating herself up about their loss in the first. The next was going to be even harder, and the young Assistant Captain of the team had butterflies dancing in her stomach as she headed down to the stadium that afternoon.
The Headmaster had sent her a message earlier on that day, requesting permission to join the House Team for their game against Hufflepuff. Sylph was still in London, and Megan, caught totally off guard had sent a message back, saying of course he could, to which he sent another back saying he would meet her out at the stadium at three p.m. that very afternoon.
Since then, the small brunette had spent hours pacing around the room, trying to figure out how this had happened. She was going to be helping the headmaster practise Quidditch. Back in his days as a Gryffindor, he had played Seeker or so rumours had it. Had she really done that badly in the first game and let the house down so badly, the headmaster didn't think her capable enough to even bother starting the second, apart from on the sidelines?
"Oh gods," Megan breathed, falling face first onto her bed and screaming into her pillow from nerves.
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That afternoon, she didn't feel much better. Tying her hair back into a ponytail, the brunette girl walked slowly down to the pitch at a ten to three, stopping off at the equipment cupboard to collect the trunk of balls. On reaching there, Megan almost breathed a sigh of relief at noting she was the first one there, early by only a few minutes.
Sitting on the trunk, Megan pulled her ponytail a little tighter and nervously awaited the arrival of the headmaster, green eyes not breaking away from the direction in which he should come from.
The Headmaster had sent her a message earlier on that day, requesting permission to join the House Team for their game against Hufflepuff. Sylph was still in London, and Megan, caught totally off guard had sent a message back, saying of course he could, to which he sent another back saying he would meet her out at the stadium at three p.m. that very afternoon.
Since then, the small brunette had spent hours pacing around the room, trying to figure out how this had happened. She was going to be helping the headmaster practise Quidditch. Back in his days as a Gryffindor, he had played Seeker or so rumours had it. Had she really done that badly in the first game and let the house down so badly, the headmaster didn't think her capable enough to even bother starting the second, apart from on the sidelines?
"Oh gods," Megan breathed, falling face first onto her bed and screaming into her pillow from nerves.
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That afternoon, she didn't feel much better. Tying her hair back into a ponytail, the brunette girl walked slowly down to the pitch at a ten to three, stopping off at the equipment cupboard to collect the trunk of balls. On reaching there, Megan almost breathed a sigh of relief at noting she was the first one there, early by only a few minutes.
Sitting on the trunk, Megan pulled her ponytail a little tighter and nervously awaited the arrival of the headmaster, green eyes not breaking away from the direction in which he should come from.