Belle Weasley-West (bellesringing) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-09-13 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | orion black, x-belle west |
Who: Belle & Orion
What: A flying date
When: Saturday afternoon/evening
Where: The Quidditch pitch
Rating: TBD
Belle was glad she didn't have to worry too much about what to wear for Quidditch. The weather was getting cooler finally, and she'd been uncomfortable all summer trying to find clothes that were cool while still keeping her covered up and... supported. Talk about busty girl problems. Now it was autumn she could wear a leggings and a light jumper over a loop-clasp top and a good-fitting bra without having to worry about the ugly straps showing. She braided her long dark hair tightly as she always had to do before flying, otherwise it would get so tangled she would never be able to fix it again.
She was playing a lot of Quidditch lately now that there were new teams and a game coming up, but she never minded doing more, especially if she could have some company her own age. She missed Po. She new the older girl would probably agree to hang out with her if she asked, but being with adults, even adults who were usually in her school year, just wasn't the same somehow.
She liked Orion. He was old-fashioned, but then he was technically like a hundred and twenty years old, so that was only be expected. From her room she could hear his tinkling on the piano, scales up and down and up and down again, and tunes she didn't know but liked to listen to while she did homework.
She took a broom from the shed, wishing once again that she had her own one from home, and jogged onto the pitch, waving when she saw Orion in the distance. "Hey!" she called. "Did I keep you waiting?"