Who: Camilla Mercier & OPEN What: Well, it starts with tumbling practice, but who knows from there? Where: Quidditch Pitch When: November 10th, after classes Rating: At least PG-13 for language Status: Closed/Incomplete
It may have been cold out these days, but Camilla was bored - B-O-R-E-D. Bored. Okay. Maybe bored wasn't the right descriptor. She felt trapped. In a big fucking castle with a bunch of fucking idiots. Which meant the minute classes were over and she was free to, she was in her muggle clothes. Hair pulled in a messy bun, she made her way out of the castle and outside to find something to do. Quidditch season was about to start, which meant practices and wondering how many dumb things she was going to have to ignore. She honestly didn't know if she could handle any more dumb things and this school year was only two months in.
She knew enough about the practice schedules to know that there wasn't anyone coming in right now. She wouldn't be able to stay for forever, but she needed to get outside and so she was going to do some tumbling practice. It probably would have been better to find the room that showed up and gave her things she needed to practice properly. But she had a feeling she'd have gone insane if she was stuck inside for any longer than necessary today. She started off with stretches - after setting her jacket to the side - in order to keep from injuring herself. There was something to be said for being in the magical world these days. She didn't have to worry about broken bones nearly as often, but there wasn't exactly a spell or potion for a pulled muscle.
Once she stretched, she started off with a few round offs before working her way into backsprings. This was better than anything she'd found. She'd tried the rebellious child, drinking and trying things she really shouldn't have, but nothing ever made her feel quite as exhilirated as gymnastics and you couldn't do that if you were fucked up all the time, so she didn't really keep up with that. Part of her was sure her dad was pretty pleased with himself for coming up with the idea to send her to lessons. But, to be fair, she was glad that he'd thought of it and even happier that they had the money to keep up with it. After landing a round off, Camilla grabbed her water bottle and sat on the ground to catch her breath.