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spinrightround (spinrightround) wrote in pandorarpg,

She was free, free from worries, and nightmares, and waking up to a lonely bed most mornings. All she could feel was the wind in her hair, and the movement in her stomach as she zoomed up and down. This was what it meant to live, and as always, she wondered why she didn't do it enough anymore.

But then, adulthood often pushed such pleasures of youth to the side, didn't it.

She heard a loud whistle and looked in its direction, seeing a familiar head of ginger and a hand waving at her. She smiled and turned her broom around to head back toward the stands and brought it to a float not too far from where he sat.

"Oh George," she replied, in a far better mood than she'd been at the meeting the day before. "Where's your broom? I've brought a quaffle, if you'd like to toss it about for a bit."