Post by TATUM ELISE WOODS on Jan 8, 2010 13:32:17 GMT -8
I'LL BE YOUR SUNSHINE ,
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This particular day wasn't exactly warm. It was actually quite snowy outside. The sky was dark with clouds, and the snow was falling heavily and blowing everywhere. What else could you expect? It was January! The middle of winter was certainly not the time for a leisurely stroll or casual quidditch game. It was the time to drink hot chocolate and stay inside, which was precisely why Tatum was doing the exact opposite of what was expected. She didn't have to conform, and she needed the practice in the cold anyway... even if that meant getting sick and feeling like shit later. Tatum had only been outside for about two minutes, just long enough for her to get from the castle to the quidditch pitch, and she was already covered in snow. Her dark brown locks of hair were almost completely hidden due to the pace at which the snow was falling. As for her outfit, well, it was perfect prepared for the snow.
Instead of wearing robes, Tatum was wearing jeans and a long sleeved blue striped shirt. On top of the shirt was a red sweater that could be flipped to either a frowning or a smiling face on the front (she had chosen to put the frowning face in front; it looked funnier that way). On top of that, there was a thick black sweatshirt with two simple words on it; "bite me." Paired with a hot pink scarf, gray boots, thick cream covered gloves, and a light purple elephant hat, Tatum was easy to spot. She didn't give a fuck if anything matched, at the moment. She was just going out to play quidditch, and she was most definitely not here to impress anyone.
She had thought enough to bring her goggles, which would help her see in the snow, but Tatum was having a hard time trying to decide whether it was need or not. It was just practice, and she should train her eyes to see better in the snow.... that's what the professionals did, the goggles were just a precaution for insane weather... but if she did not wear her thick goggles, she could end up flying into a goal post, hitting her head, getting a concussion, falling in the snow, and dead by the time she was found.... probably not a good idea, even for someone as reckless as Tatum.
Tatum threw the goggles onto the thick piles of snow and pulled the mini tennis balls out of her pocket (she shrunk them for easy storage). They were no longer the bright neon green they had been at the beginning of the year, as they were far too used up. The color could easily be restored with a spell, but tennis balls did lose their bounciness and various other physical features. The best way to tell was by the outside, besides, Tatum thought of it as a symbol of how determined she was to become a professional chaser.
She pulled her long wand, out of the pockets of her shorts, ran a hand through her wet hair, and murmured a spell. "Engorgio" And, with that, one of the balls in her hand increased to the size of a normal Quaffle. It weighed exactly the same as a Quaffle.... now why hadn't she brought a Quaffle? Because that would require her stealing it from the school, and she didn't want to have some sort of quidditch-related punishment, which was exactly what she would get for doing something like that. Tatum repeated the process for the other tennis balls and let them fall to the ground as she mounted the long broom and raced into the air.
The snow was awful... well it wasn't the snow, it was the wind. The wind was making an awkward whistling noise as it blew in all directions, making the snow fly in all different directions (even sideways!). Her stunning brown eyes scanned the area for people, but nobody was to be found outside, most likely because of how hard it was to breathe with the amount of wind blowing outside. No one in their right mind would be outside at a Tatum even had to turn away quite a few times so she could breathe properly. After deciding she had gotten enough breath, the brunette accioed one of the tennis balls and threw it through one of the goalposts.... or so she thought.
tag: rose. and open.
words: 731, that's much better than my.
outfit: click.
lyrics: i made it by kevin rudolf, birdman, jay sean, and lil wayne & fire burning by sean kingston.
notes: join. seriously.
