the one where blaise and astoria hate each other again Who: Blaise. Astoria. Mortal Enemies. What: Who knows. When: Tuesday evening, after Quidditch practice. Where: Locker rooms. Status: Incomplete Warnings: Cursing, probably.
Astoria thought she really was improving. Really. It still genuinely surprised her that she was even on a team, considering she had no experience in playing and frequently wore things like heels while on her broom. The only explanation she had come up with was that no one else could play the role of Keeper as well as she could. Thanks to the Quidditch players she had met during the summer break, she had learned a few moves that upped her game. No, she wasn't the best player on the team, but she was far from the worse. There was...Romilda...and her sister, after all. At least she had practiced and had every intention of getting better, right?
With the usual regard she gave her teammates, which was not really speaking to the one related to her and remaining to busy with her own business to bother with anyone else, Astoria meticulously began removing her Quidditch gear. At least she had worn shorts, this time, instead of a skirt. Her hair was up, too. Little steps. She was getting better at being more of a...sport type.
"Maybe we'll actually win something," she commented to herself as she shoved her gloves into her locker.