jinkx
amateur sleuth
Flossie was buzzing. They had a Quidditch game against Slytherin and, whilst her track record of staying on a broomstick wasn't amazing- her balance was awful- she hoped that she could help them win today. She just had to try and stay on her broom and not get distracted. She could be good at Quidditch, as she'd proved before, if she didn't get distracted so easily. She skipped into the hall and sat down at the Ravenclaw table next to her- were they close enough for her to refer to as friends?- acquaintances.
"Hello everybody." she said, reaching for the toast, "Are you nervous yet? Because you should be. Nerves help people perform well- or is that fear? Or is that hope? I forget."
"Hello everybody." she said, reaching for the toast, "Are you nervous yet? Because you should be. Nerves help people perform well- or is that fear? Or is that hope? I forget."