Post by branna hermione weasley on Dec 15, 2011 4:52:40 GMT
Flying, it was one thing Branna loved most about being a witch. Whenever she needed to clear her head or take out her frustrations without hitting someone or throwing a hex their way, she could always count on flying. It always managed to take her mind off whatever was troubling her, no matter what it was. Thankfully, she could take her broom with her to school and whenever she needed, she could sneak off and take a ride on her broom. Sure, she risked being caught but she would rather be caught flying than hexing someone. She already had a hard time with her blood status; she did not need to add more reasons for purebloods to hate her. She did make quidditch captain, so that at least made her very happy. She was a sixth year and a half-blood yet she was chosen over purebloods and seventh years to be the captain. She took quidditch very seriously and had plans on how to improve the Gryffindor team.
Currently, Branna was making her way to the quidditch pitch to fly around after a very rough day of classes. It wasn't the classes that were hard, no she did very well in her classes in fact she lived up to her ancestor Hermione's reputation. She studied hard and worked very hard to keep her grades, some might call it an obsession, and she called it being prepared for whatever people threw at her. Sadly, she did not have a problem with her classes, the people in her class was the very reason of her frustration. At one point, her family had been a pureblood family. They had been nowhere close to being a rich pureblood family, but still they considered pureblood, just a very poor one. Then her ancestor Ron married a muggle born and since then their descendants have been half bloods. Not that she cared about blood status, but it was very hard to be so brilliant when no one gave you a chance because you were not of "pure blood." No matter how talented or smart she was, she would never be given a fair chance because she was not a pureblood. It frustrated her to no end.
Mounting her broom, Branna kicked off the ground and soared into the air. Once she felt the cold winter air hit her pale face, Branna seemed to finally relax. After a few minutes, all her worries seemed to have melted away. She could actually feel the stress leave her tiny body. Doing a flip, Branna giggled happily and started a dive. Pulling up at the last possible second, Branna noticed someone else walk onto the pitch, though she was too far away to see. Now curious to see whom it was, Branna flipped around and made her way towards the other person. 'God, I hope it's not some pureblood prick hoping to kick me off the pitch.' She thought to herself before finally being able to see who it was.
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Tag: Open!
Word Count:[/color] Five hundred and one
Outfit: She's wearing her Gryffindor quidditch gear.[/b][/i]
Notes:[/i] It's a bit short, but will get longer XD
Credits: Lyrics: Taylor Swift
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