a walk on the pitch PV Finished

𝓣oday Brookline wore a pretty white, tan, and grey striped sweater and slick dark blue Jeans. Topping it off, she had weaved two fishtails in her hair, before skipping around the castle to find someone, maybe Elvenia (@Elvenia Moonshadow) or Peter. Or someone, to talk or hang out with. She remembered on October 19th, was the Autumn Ball and her broom racing match. She hoped Ravenclaw would win. Not finding anyone she walked back to the Common Room, for some light reading.

Around late afternoon, Brookline found herself skipping onto the Qudditch Training Pitch, Brookline saw some pretty white flowers. “Ohmigosh! Look at you! Prettyyy,” The Welsh Ravenclaw’d sing, her fishtails swinging side to side, she plucked one or two of them before going on her way. What a lovely day. Just a hint of winter in the air but its nothing a wand and a sweater can’t handle! She thought and skipped on, her white platforms slapping the ground.

By now, the sun was setting. Brookline walked the lap, and watched the sun fall away into midnight blackness. Then as the Ravenclaw tried to walk back, she realized it was curfew. As she raced towards the castle, she saw a dark shape in the fading light. She ventured towards it, as she threw her flowers on the ground, with a mental note to pick them up later.

As Brookline got closer, small sobs became audible. She sat on her heels, besides the shape in darkness that had now became a human. She wondered if the boy was a first year and was homesick. The boy also probably didn’t that it was curfew. Turning to the boy’s face, she softly whispered, using a gentle honeyed voice like the professors and older years used when a younger year was sad or frightened, “Hello, hun, do you know its curfew? Are you alright?” Then she whipped out her wand and whispered, “Lumos!” Shining the light where she could see the boy’s face, she wished she didn’t light her wand. It was Andy Loggins. In tears. Oh hell. She hadn’t hung out with the kid since the day, Brookline, Andy, and Justin went to the Great Lake. And she hadn’t seen either of them since June or something. (@Justin Shin)

Oh, what the hell. What did I use ‘hon’? I never using that stupid word again. Brookline thought and exclaimed, incredulously, “Andy?”

𝓣hinking, Brookline stood up, her cheeks inflamed. How absolutely rookie mistake is it to mistake a first year for Andy? The Welsh Ravenclaw tried to hide her face, for whatever reason Andy was out here, bawling his eyes out, it must of been a good reason. Then Andy actually spoke, ignoring her other words and just moving on, “We should get going, it is curfew already. I will tell you everything while we walk.” ‘Everything?’ What ‘exactly’ is everything, Andy? Brookline still didn’t trust Andy after not seeing her or hanging with her for months. And during the summer, Andy or Justin didn’t write or come to see Brookline at all. Brookline thought about writing but after three months without an letter, she had decided that Andy and Justin just didn’t want to be her friend at all. (@Justin Shin)

Something was thrust into her hands, and Brookline glanced down to see a bottle of pumpkin juice in her hands. She felt numb, Andy was always offering something. Number than a box of rocks. Brookline then set it back in Andy’s hands. “I’m good. Not thirsty at the moment, you know?” She said gently, as she looked around her previously discarded flowers.

As they neared the entrance, Andy started moving slower as Brookline started going faster, and faster til she was a full six feet away from Andy. She growled under her breath when she waited for the slow Ravenclaw. Slowpoke, She mumbled in her mind, her arms wrapping around herself in annoyance. Soon, she spotted her white flowers. They were a bit droopy, but nothing water couldn’t fix! Brookline bounded to them, stopping to scoop them up and clutch them in her hands. Then she followed Andy again under his slow pace. Andy started speaking again. About Justin. Brookline sighed, and went a little faster, ahead of Andy.

Brookline bit her lip as she spoke, “Um, I don’t know, Andy. I haven't seen him since him and I went to the owlery, that one day in, like June or May or something.” When you weren’t around, She added silently, but wished she could take the thought back. Brookline sighed again, this one more long and audible. Then Andy was about to leave, til he said, “Don't be mad, but... I...” Why would I be mad? She thought incredulously, then realized why. “I like you,” were Andy’s last words.

Its too early to love, Andy! Too early. Maybe fourth year, or better yet, seventh! Brookline thought, as she fiddled with her two fishtails as she figured out to say. “Of course you do, Andy! I'm your friend. Now, oh shit, I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you later, Andy!” She put her hand in a wave and winked at Andy before skipping off on her way to her dorm before she got caught.

Brookline has left the thread if not stopped.