pl_gwenog (pl_gwenog) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-12-06 09:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 december, gwenog jones, hogwarts, lisa turpin |
Who: Gwenog and Lisa
Where: The Quidditch pitch
When: Sunday morning, very early
What: Running and talking
Status: Complete
Why was this considered 'bright and early', Gwen wondered as she walked onto the Quidditch pitch, wearing runners, sweat pants and a gigantic sweater as she did every morning around this time. The sun hadn't yet risen, so there was nothing bright about this time of day.
Gwenog began stretching and tried to concentrate on the muscles, on the feeling. Megan was getting sick. Somehow, Gwenog had been able to get her full night's sleep, but awake, she couldn't stop thinking about it. About what might happen, that her sister might...
The wind in her face as she ran blew those thoughts right out of her mind, as it always did. She picked up speed, feet kicking up little bits of dust and dirt. If she ran fast enough, she thought, maybe she would fly.