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⋄ April 9th, 2024 | Trophy Room ⋄
⋄ Interactions: @June Selwyn | Mentions: @Cecily Quinn and @Pericles Dralt ⋄

𝓦hat does it mean to leave a legacy?

Seven years is a long time; it was difficult to fathom, as a twelve-year-old, that while Bex was barely school aged, playing in the dirt and dealing with her first instances of magic, her eldest classmates were already here, following in the footsteps of the countless generations that had come before them, and paving the way for all of those who would come after.

Ravenclaw had lost their first two Quidditch games of the year. Brutally so. For Bex, while disappointing, this was ultimately low stakes for her, personally. She had six more years to help bring in wins for her team, and, if she was lucky, help her housemates take the cup some day. Two losses were not the end of her story, let alone the end of the world. But her captain was in her seventh and final year. Cecily only had one remaining game left here at Hogwarts, one last, desperate chance for her flock to deliver her a win.

Bex wanted to give her this rather desperately. Mind you, as second string player, the sum total of what she could do to help her team achieve this was almost zero, so her contribution would probably just end up being emotional support. Maybe she should bring snacks. Or practice psychological warfare on the Gryffindor team, whatever she could to do her part.

Seeking answers and inspiration, she'd made her way up to the Trophy Room, quietly passing a blonde girl in front of the Racing section as she made her way over to Quidditch. Gazing longingly at Ravenclaw's '21/'22 Quidditch trophy, she absentmindedly dropped her bag onto the floor, sealing the fate of both occupants of the extremely breakable room.

There is one thing that you should know that Bex herself had forgotten. She'd spent the Easter holidays in a quiet, petty stand-off at her dad's house, during which time one of his old school friends had gifted her with a rather exciting little toy. Her foray with Pericles and his Spy Eye Ring back in January had given her a tentative interest in magical objects, an interest that her dad was keen to nurture. The Ever-bashing Boomerang she'd been gifted was a toy rather perfectly suited to her, and she'd already spent a blissful handful of hours outside since she'd gotten it, treating it like an especially ill-shaped bludger and going to town on it with her beater's bat. In related news, she was perhaps more bruised than she had ever been, and generally thrilled to bits about this fact.

She had, foolishly, simply stuck the toy in her bookbag and summarily forgotten about it.

Clearly, the boomerang had not forgotten about her.

Had she been a more organized child, one who's bookbag wasn't overflowing with nonsense and was fully closed, things probably would have been just fine. Unfortunately for Bex, though, and unfortunately for the other poor sod currently occupying the trophy room, Bex's bookbag was full of nonsense, and had been left hapzardly open.

When her bag hit the ground, the boomerang sprang free and immediately began throwing itself around the room like a possessed ping pong machine. It whacked Bex in the back of the shoulder, causing her to shriek in confused terror, before bouncing off and away from her onto the nearest trophy case, not-quite shattering the glass, but leaving a long, ominous crack front and center. It's thirst for violence unappeased, it continued it's chaotic reign of terror, flying directly at the one other unfortunate soul currently in the Trophy Room, the blonde girl currently looking over the broom racing trophies.

"Oh- Look out!"