by Q.Araignee » Friday 9 February 2007 3:42:35pm
Her last lesson, Defence Against the Dark Arts, had been very dull theory work- but as the bell rang and she left the classroom, Rowena felt a tantalising mixture of nerves and excitement flower in her chest. The first Quidditch match of the season was tomorrow, one night away.
She ran up to her dormitory to drop off her books before going to the Great Hall for some tea. She couldn't think about anything except the match, her training running through her mind like the lyrics of the songs she loved so much. While practises had gone well, tomorrow would reveal if she could actually fly well enough to be on the Quidditch team.