InsaneJournal

It had been quite a week for Ana. She was preparing for the Quidditch match, knowing there would be scouts there and that it was an important game. Ilvermorny was not a team to be taken lightly, after all. Her own game against Ebonhide had not gone quite as she had hoped. Yes, they'd won, but the beginning of the game had been rough. Ana wasn't quite sure what had gotten into her. She wasn't ever frazzled, not about Quidditch at least, yet she had spent the beginning of the game not at her best. It was a blow for sure, but at least the rest of her team had been in top form and had pulled it out in the end. Once it was over, though, she couldn't help but wonder why Thorn had picked her for the school team at all. Maybe she wasn't ready. Maybe she didn't have the experience after all. Hadn't it shown during the game that someone older could play keeper better? Kazim had been on his game, had known things that she hadn't thought to do.

Those worries had plagued her since the game ended, which was why she found herself running late for curfew. She had been working extra since the game, not wanting to make mistakes like that against Ilvermorny, which meant things like homework and studying often ran off schedule too. Of course, after everything she'd just endured in the woods, Ana wasn't exactly thinking about  Quidditch for once. Her heart still felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest, even though she'd stopped running awhile ago. She could still feel the icy chill along her spine as the two figures turned to her at the same time, could still feel the spike of pure fear that had shot through her. Ana was huddled under blankets now to combat these feelings, having thrown herself into Hazel's bed once she'd thrown the journal up.

"Do you think they'd let me play Quidditch from here?"