Bryony Capper (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} goodlight) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Bryony had arrived late - sneaking in at the very back of the crowd and trying not to draw attention to herself in plain grey robes, her only adornment a Montrose Magpies badge that she felt justified in wearing, since she was only supporting her family. She was giddy with excitement for the match tomorrow, even if she was still bitterly disappointed that Marcus hadn't got through to the play-offs. As the events went on, she found herself moving gradually forward, still keeping to herself as much as possible but wanting to have a good viewpoint. She clapped politely for each of the entrants, especially the professionals.
Each event seemed to get more exciting than the last, and by the time Angelina Johnson took to her broom for the Steeple Chase, Bryony had become so absorbed that she'd forgotten she wasn't really supposed to be there. She gasped as Angelina misjudged the direction of an obstacle, and then clapped enthusiastically when she successfully dove down under it to the finish line. Just at that moment, someone stepped directly in front of Bryony, blocking her view. She hesitated just a moment before tapping them cautiously on the shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said, looking nervous. "Could you step to your left just a little bit? I can't see."