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Post by Devin O'Callaghan on Apr 11, 2008 15:29:05 GMT -5
Devin sat quietly on the benches over looking the quidditch field. In her hands sat a closed book, the thought of reading it forgotten as she watched the figures dart here and there on their brooms. While she didn’t really know why, this was something that found herself doing more and more often. It had started on accident; that she had just happened to be studying during a practice. Having never been a huge quidditch fan, she found herself strangely affected. Her eyes were glued to them as they went into stomach dropping dives, their speed only increasing instead of slowing.
It would be a lie to say that she wasn’t envious of them, the way they were able to fly in the air on an object that she had been told while growing up was strictly for cleaning purposes only. However, the memory of her first flying class banished all thoughts of it. Needless to say, it had been a failure. Devin had only managed to get the broom of the ground a little before falling to the ground in a painful thud. That experience had kept her from the activity that seemed to take over the school.
Sighing, Devin tore her eyes away from the players. She had let herself get distracted when she should have really been paying attention to her reading. Looking down at the book in her hands, Devin opened it to the spot she had been at and picked up her reading on the troll wars.
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