Post by Emery on Aug 5, 2012 22:26:30 GMT -5
(OOC: Nel first, please! :D)
So, she'd been about 110% sure she'd brought her old soccer uniform with her when she'd packed her trunk ten million years ago, but it appeared she'd been wrong.
Well, that was okay. Yes, there was a part of her that had wanted to show up in the full outfit and show off to Nel like that, but in all honesty, those shorts were probably too short for her, now. Since her junior high days, she'd shot up like a crazy, magic-enhanced sprout.
Anyway, she could make do with what she had. She jogged, most mornings, and so she just put on that outfit: shorts, a tank top, socks, and running shoes. Oh, how she missed her old cleats.
The massive amount of wild red hair was pulled up into a ponytail and secured by no less than three (3) rubber bands, a pair of chopsticks, her wand, and a holding charm. Good, yes.
Emery trotted out of the Gryffindor dorms, paused, and abruptly shortened her shorts by several inches. MUCH better. Nel was pretty hot, wasn't she? Definitely worth the effort.
A little while later, the seventh year was out on the Quidditch Pitch. There were no actual goals or anything set up, but there was a soccer ball by her feet. She pawed at it lightly with one clean white shoe, just something to pass the time while she waited for Nelistra to show up. She'd sent Louis the messenger iguana over to the Ravenclaw dorms quite a while ago, armed with a bottle of sunblock and a note explaining where and when they were meeting. If Nel stood her up, no big deal; she just might have to track her down later personally, was all.
So, she'd been about 110% sure she'd brought her old soccer uniform with her when she'd packed her trunk ten million years ago, but it appeared she'd been wrong.
Well, that was okay. Yes, there was a part of her that had wanted to show up in the full outfit and show off to Nel like that, but in all honesty, those shorts were probably too short for her, now. Since her junior high days, she'd shot up like a crazy, magic-enhanced sprout.
Anyway, she could make do with what she had. She jogged, most mornings, and so she just put on that outfit: shorts, a tank top, socks, and running shoes. Oh, how she missed her old cleats.
The massive amount of wild red hair was pulled up into a ponytail and secured by no less than three (3) rubber bands, a pair of chopsticks, her wand, and a holding charm. Good, yes.
Emery trotted out of the Gryffindor dorms, paused, and abruptly shortened her shorts by several inches. MUCH better. Nel was pretty hot, wasn't she? Definitely worth the effort.
A little while later, the seventh year was out on the Quidditch Pitch. There were no actual goals or anything set up, but there was a soccer ball by her feet. She pawed at it lightly with one clean white shoe, just something to pass the time while she waited for Nelistra to show up. She'd sent Louis the messenger iguana over to the Ravenclaw dorms quite a while ago, armed with a bottle of sunblock and a note explaining where and when they were meeting. If Nel stood her up, no big deal; she just might have to track her down later personally, was all.