Re: RP: Lily and Sofia
Sofía's grandmother was one of the greatest Keepers in all of Mexican Quidditch history. Sofía's father and grandfather had also had the honour of representing their country.
Sofía was was terrified of heights.
Even growing up a stone's throw from this very stadium and being a lifelong fan of the team had done nothing to assuage her fear. She had conditioned herself to cope with moderate heights, but even that wasn't foolproof. Just last week her work mentor had managed to catch her out with a curse that made her feel as though the floor was the ceiling. She was thrown up on his shoes but while Alexander had been gracious, Sofía was still mortified.
A strong dose of a calming draught was keeping Sofía from being a wreck but didn't dampen her enthusiasm for the game. "You're welcome!" she called, the silhouette of a magpie painted on her cheek. She gasped as a Portree made an obvious foul. "Oh, come on!" Sofía threw up her hands in exasperation at the referee as the game continued. "Are you blind?!"