Who: Nonie MacFarlan & Meaghan McCormack
What: Nonie happened across a pair of cursed goggles
Where: Portree Pitch
When: Afternoon of the 12th
Why: Why not?!
Rating: Tame
Status: Incomplete, Closed
The day had started out like any other practice. Nonie had gone through her pre-practice workout and showered, leaving enough time for a good cup of tea before dressing in her practice robes. She had a few minutes to herself that she always relished, and somewhat compulsively tended to sort through the items in her locker. Somehow, it had just occurred to her that, with their newest addition in Roger Davies, she was the longest running chaser on the Prides, although she was certainly not the most experienced. Still, the thought felt weird to her. Seniority in any fashion was not something she had ever expected to experience, especially given her previous tendency to bail on contracts. No, here she was, Nonie MacFarlan, settling in to her team.
She had dealt with the strange feelings by splurging on all new gear. Nothing made her really feel alive the way shopping did, and Nonie took a lot of pride in the times that she allowed herself to spend money on herself. Ever since she'd rejected her father's financial help, she'd been overly careful with her funds. But today, as she was sorting through her locker, she had a number of new toys to play with: goggles, gloves, even a new pair of shoes.
Soon, it was time to head out to the pitch. Nonie grabbed the new items, her broom, and sprinted towards the grass, calling out greetings to her teammates as she went.