Post by creevey on Jan 17, 2012 22:41:17 GMT
Evelyn had been doing stuff all day long and she was ready for it to all be over. In all honesty, she just wanted to do something fun now. Why everyone thought she had free time was beyond her. She did not have free time for all of this. But now she was being pushed from one place to another and it was annoying. There just seemed to be so much going on with classes and all of that. She really was starting to wonder why she was in so many classes. She had been allowed to go ahead and drop classes. But she hadn't. For some odd reason, she wanted to stick with all of her classes and do whatever she could to pass everything. Going on, she felt like she was killing herself with all of her classes. But once she put her mind to something, she was going to keep going.
But seriously. She pushed her book aside and finally stepped off of her bed. She'd been lounging on it as she had been studying for the past couple of hours. Now that she was done with studying, she was going to go ahead and do something new. As soon as she finished stretching out, she knew exactly what she was going to go do. She was the type of person who had one addiction and as long as she went along with it, her brain kept working normally. So she might as well go ahead and set in. Changing took a matter of seconds and she was fine with being in her Quidditch uniform.
Some people had asked her before why she wasn't the captain of her team and part of her answer was always the fact that she didn't want to be the captain. It was her dream. She'd love to be the captain. However, she always seemed to be stuck with one thing or another. It was just a pain. She had classes and a life. Not much of a life, since she was always either playing Quidditch or struggling with classes, but there was one there. There were even people who she was friends with. She was far from a super social person, but she had enough friends to get by. She was rarely all alone, and that was a nice thing.
After years of always going to the Quidditch pitch, it only took a matter of minutes for her to reach the pitch. Broom in hand, she took to the sky. Being on the broom was a brilliant feeling. It was like nothing she'd ever had from anything else and she never wanted to give it up. If someone where to join her, she'd be fine. But at the same time, she didn't care. She was on the pitch and she was happy.
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