Post by joelle dippet on May 7, 2010 6:07:50 GMT
* If Joelle had said she wasn’t going crazy, she would have been lying. In the half an hour that she and Alec had spoken in the student chat, she had managed to slip up twice and embarrass herself twice. Though, she was thankful that he didn’t seem to have made sense of her mistakes… at least, she hoped he didn’t. If he did… She could feel her face burning just at the thought of what he must have been thinking. She was positive she would have died if he ever discovered the secret she was keeping from him. How she had stared at him all doe-eyed and daydreamy for years while he was still in school, fawning after him, though somehow knowing she would never have him. Then, three years after he had graduated, and when she had finally thought she could move on and stop daydreaming about someone she would never be able to be with, he had just popped back into her life… as her teacher no less! He looked just as gorgeous and handsome as ever and now, all of her daydreamy, doe-eyed ways were coming back. She felt as though she had absolutely no control over any of it. It was enough to drive a girl to the brink of insanity and back.* tagged ;
* After sighing to herself about a thousand and three times, she finally hefted herself up out of her chair, moving over to the window to look outside, where she could see the Quidditch pitch. To think that she had actually accepted his offer for lessons when she was thinking like this… it wasn’t good. She’d be lucky if she could actually get on a broom and fly straight, knowing he was watching her, let alone do it and process his teaching properly. Sighing one final time, she grabbed her jacket and put on her shoes before leaving the dorm.
* She took her time getting down to the pitch, attempting to clear her thoughts, her mind wandering back and forth and all around. It was strange and silly to her, how she could be so aware that Alec Fletcher would never, in a million years, ever go for a girl like her, and yet she could continue to feel this way about him, even if she knew it might have been pointless. When she was younger, she had daydreamed silly things. About how he would one day approach her, and tell her that he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Then he would give her flowers, or chocolates, or a big teddy bear, and he’d ask her on a date and they’d live happily ever after. In her twelve year old mind, that was how things were supposed to work, how things were supposed to go. He would be her prince charming, and she would be snow white. By the time she was fourteen, and he was in his last year of schooling at Hogwarts, her perspective had changed slightly. By that time, she had accepted that he hardly even knew who she was, aside from one of the chasers on the Hufflepuff quidditch team. However, she still daydreamed. It seemed to be something she wasn’t able to stop. She thought about him a lot in her fifth year too.
* She felt her lips twist into a scowl as she remembered that year, how horrible it had been, and why exactly she had thought about him so much in the first place, even though he didn’t attend Hogwarts anymore. While she had thought things with Antonin were nice to begin with (in some aspects of the term), things quickly when sour as time progressed. So, to keep herself going, she brought herself back to those daydreams from her younger days, or of her few encounters with Alec over the years. There hadn’t been many. He had seen her try out, and he had played her on the field. He’d even complimented her skills once. She nearly laughed as she remembered how happy that had made her.
* Shaking her head at her own thoughts, she realized she had done nothing to sort herself out and calm herself down, and gave up entirely as she came to the changing rooms. Once there, she changed into her practice boots, putting her girlier shoes in away. She considered grabbing her pads as well before deciding against it and grabbing her broom. Then, she jogged outside and onto the pitch, taking a deep breath to calm the butterflies in her stomach. Looking about, she saw that he hadn’t quite arrived yet. So, without a thought, she hopped on her broom, kicked off and soared about the pitch, looping about, diving, climbing, just about anything to get her mind off of how nervous she suddenly felt. The wind in her hair, and the broom in her hands was enough to detach herself, if only momentarily. She wasn't sure what it was, but something about being on a broom always seemed to take away whatever worries and cares she might have ever had.
* jams ; magic works - the weird sisters
* word count ; 7 9 7
* notes ; alskdjfalskdjlaksdjlaskd! sorry if it's not that long or great. :c
