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Claire Westbane (clairefree) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-02-25 19:44:00

Entry tags:

#feb2023, *commonroom, c. westbane, f. finnigan

Who: Claire and Fiona
When: Wednesday, after dinner
What: They both need to vent, I think
Where: erm, tba
Rating: PG-13 for language

Everything and everyone seemed to by in a ribbon of colours and noise and, a practiced daydreamer, Claire simply sat back and let her eyes go blank. Lately her head seemed to be filled with worry after worry after worry, and it was doing her head in. She was usually a 'get on a do it' kind of girl. But this death, and now Albus, her stress factor was increasing at an alarming rate and her school work was suffering for it. She'd had her first Herbology tutorial with Art the day before, which had helped immensely, but any other motivation to get her work done seemed to have gone out the window. Along with quite a bit of her self-assurance, sleep, appetite and social skills. She didn't like it. At all.

So now, at Fiona's poking and prodding (which Claire was grateful for), she was waiting for the younger girl for a planned trip around the grounds on their brooms. She positioned herself in her usual chair by the fire, feet tucked underneath her, broomstick leaning against the seat. The fire was hypnotising; it was almost like lying back and trying to make shapes out the of the clouds. The shadows the flames cast along the length of the wall in front of her seamlessly changed and whispered, dancing to a tune no one else could hear.

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clairefree
2009-03-01 08:54 pm UTC (link)

"Very sure." Her voice was barely audible and broke on the last word. Sucking in her breath she bit her lip hard and pushed herself away from the wall and up, grabbing her broom at the same time.

"Ah, let's fly, shall we?" she asked quickly, voice cheery and pathetically excited. Like that's fooling anyone, she chastised herself. But that sudden rush of emotion hadn't been expected and was best done away with before anyone, including herself, had had to deal with it. Claire Westbane did not cry in front of people. That was a behaviour best left to the ears of pillows and the walls of empty classrooms.

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snitchwitch
2009-03-03 09:35 am UTC (link)

When Claire abruptly changed the subject, especially after hearing the crack in her voice, Fiona just decided to drop it. After all, they weren't supposed to blab about their problems all the time - that would just make things tiring, really boring and forever emotional. Letting out a deep breath - thinking that exhaling her breath would exhale all the tension out of her body, she stood up as well and grabbed her broom. "Definitely. Flying is always good therapy."

Fiona smiled, grabbing Claire's wrist and practically flying off her feet down the hallway. Flying was definitely a plus for her. Just being able to stay off the ground without jumping made her happy. It was a small, trivial matter - but Fiona loved flying. It took her mind off so many things: the killer, Nox, Caiden&Quin (a thought that Fiona refused to admit bothered her - not because they're gay though), her father secretly talking to the Aurors and checking up on her... Fiona expelled all those thoughts from her mind once the grassy Quidditch pitch came into view.

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clairefree
2009-03-03 05:01 pm UTC (link)

Claire flinched as Fiona grabbed her wrist -- there'd been a particular reason she was holding her broomstick in the hand that she was. She jerked her arm backwards and caught the younger girl's hand instead, giving her a smile.

When she was flying she could either be carefree or take the time to think. Tonight, it was most definitely going to be the former.

The pitch was dark and shadowed, the stands rising high above them as they approached. She could hear the echoes of past games ring in her ears, a sense of anticipation at the heady rush she would get when she kicked off. And she did just that, not wanting to wait any longer. Her hair was loose and, as she rose, she revelled in shiver the wind brought to her sensitive skin.

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snitchwitch
2009-03-03 05:25 pm UTC (link)

Fiona climbed onto her broom and sped off. She loved the feeling of the wind brushing her hair away. Letting out a soft whoop, she did a few laps around the pitch. The Seeker never really moved much during the game, unless the Snitch was in sight - that was when the speed comes out. And, Fiona was speed.

The air smelled crisp and fresh, unlike the stench of murder that occupied the halls of Hogwarts nowadays. It smelled good, Fiona concluded, taking in a deep breath and leaning against one of the Quidditch stands. She glanced at Claire and grinned. "Hey, do you remember that game back when I was fourth year - when James almost missed a goal because the hot, older Ravenclaw keeper was flirting with him during the game?"

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clairefree
2009-03-03 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Claire revelled in the stillness of everything around her. Nothing could touch her up here. She dipped between the towers in the stands, taking her time, moving with the broom. This was a fantastic cure for her malcontent.

When Fiona spoke she became slower still. Looking around her, she smiled, thinking of that game. She remembered it well. "Wes was high," she mused, thinking about how close they'd come to losing that. She'd blasted him about it afterwards. And after that she'd been with James in the locker room.

She dropped her head, hiding a smile. Those were the days. Carefree and a king of contagious maturity. They thought they were invincible. They'd thought. Daria had changed that.

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snitchwitch
2009-03-04 09:31 am UTC (link)

Fiona couldn't help but burst out laughing at that moment, remembering how Wes let two goals in from stumbling over his broom. Memories of those fateful days made her giggle - even when times were rough. "Oh god, and Cas Wood totally missed how many Bludgers because his ex-girlfriend was watching." She rolled her eyes and laughed, leaning against one of the hoops.

God, Quidditch...

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clairefree
2009-03-05 01:51 am UTC (link)

Claire shook her head at the memory. "Men and their vices," she called out to Fiona who was almost at the other end of the pitch. She stopped, hovering above the ground and cast a glance back at the castle. "Me and my vices," she murmured under her breath. She wondered where Wes was, what he was doing. Eyes fell closed. Who he was with.

Swallowing, she speed up again, taking a few laps around the pitch until she couldn't breathe anymore. This preoccupation she had with him at the moment needed to blow away with the the slip stream she was creating.

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