A Meeting of the Families PV Closed

To any outsiders, it might have seemed like the newly appointed Quidditch captain was angry about something. A scowl was plastered on her face, and every step she took was faster than the last. What could have possibly set her in a mood? Maybe the pressure was getting to her. Or her teammates were acting like idiots and she couldn't stand it anymore. It could have been something unrelated to Quidditch, although it was easier to assume it was, especially when she was walking around wearing her Quidditch robes and her Captain badge.

The truth was that Saskia wasn't mad. She wasn't as happy as she would normally appear to be, but she wasn't completely livid either. The letter she had received from the Gryffindor team captain might have grated at her nerves- after all, the guy who wrote it sounded like an arrogant jerk who thought that everyone was somehow inferior to him, but it was only a mere annoyance. He was a typical Gryffindor, only wanting to win for the sake of glory and to rub it in everyone else's faces. Or at least that was what the letter made him out to be. Maybe there was more to him than what he appeared to be in the letter. It wasn't like she met the guy in person. Although that was the reason why she was roaming in the hallways. To meet this DeRook, as well as the other team captains. She just hoped the other two captains would be less pompous than the Gryffindor.

Personally, Saskia wasn't planning to get so invested in Quidditch. She was considering playing for Hufflepuff, but she didn't think she'd get the role, much less become the captain. There were so many other experienced students who could have surely done a better job at keeping track of their team, at least compared to a second year. In fact, there were plenty of people who expressed their doubts at the thought of someone like her to lead a team without things going wrong. It was written on their faces, and sometimes, she could hear them talking about it behind her backs. But that aside, that only made the girl even more determined to prove everyone wrong. That she would be able to take on the responsibility to regulate a team and lead everyone to victory. Or even if she couldn't, she would do her best all the same. Most of all, she wanted to prove to everyone that she was more than some soft puffball who everyone could kick around. It would take more than that for her to go down.

Upon entering the meeting room, Saskia immediately noticed two people there. She could only assume that the boy clad in red and gold was DeRook and that the other boy in the green was the Slytherin Captain. The only person missing was the Ravenclaw Captain, although the Hufflepuff suspected they were still on their way. She had to say that she hadn't met any of these people yet, and with how the Gryffindor wrote that letter, things might end up tense. Still, he was right about one thing- it was a good chance to get to know everyone and better acquaint with the people they were all going to face off against.

Taking another step in the room, Saskia looked at the two boys, a serious expression on her face. Maybe in different circumstances, she would have greeted them more cheerfully, but it was hard to tell whether these two would judge her just as quickly as those other people did before. Especially DeRook. She could potentially let her guard down if she was sure she could do so- she didn't want everyone else to think she was completely made out of stone, but if she had to keep this up to make sure people took her seriously, she would have to keep that frown on her face. Hopefully she didn't come off as too unfriendly.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Saskia Nicholson. I'm the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain," she greeted, keeping her voice as neutral as she could while also keeping a confident air around her. "I look forward to getting to know you all and eventually seeing you in the field."

Reading the message put her into a competitive state, two weeks ago and even to this day. Emma was somewhat eager and reluctant to meet the consignor of the letter simultaneously. Scoffing as she shook her head, she folded the parchment back inside the blue and bronze garments she used on the field. Today, however, seemed to be an exception for her entire outfit. 

Instead of tying her hair back, the teen allowed it to bounce up and down with each stride she took towards the room. Her equipment would have been completed if it weren't for the absence of her beaters' bat and a small captain pin she'd left resting on the cover of her luggage. They were all captains, what was the point of flashing around a medal in four contrasting colors? Her noisy pearl bracelet lingered on her arm, clattering together as she swung her arms back and forth, scanning for the room. Somewhere near the ballroom. It was her only hint to the room's location. Multiples times the brunette passed the room to use the restroom or even to show off an uncomfortable gown. Finally, there it was and her heart began to accumulate gradually.

Emma was a bit skeptical about coming, the letter she'd received from the Gryffindor captain wasn't promising her an easy person to get along with. However, it seemed informal not to come and she doubted her strategy had been given away. She couldn't accuse him of his personality. The stereotype of Gryffindor collided perfectly with his tone. Temptation had persuaded her to write back, perhaps even starting more drama than necessary, but it wouldn't do any good. She was a competitive person, but initial impressions mattered, and she didn't want to appear as the player that would do anything to win. She would leave that to the other captains.

Entering the room, mahogany-colored eyes met the three Quidditch captains and a surge of relief dawned on her as she realized she wasn't the only female. A brief wave and a genuine grin met them as she took her seat and crossed her arms, letting the introductions began as she kept her smile, listening to the Irish captain ramble on. The name of the other female captain, Saskia, was essentially the only name she heard. She had achieved a knack for being late, but at least she wasn't that late.

"Hey, I'm Emma," she gestured down to her navy blue robes as if it were obvious. "You're DeRook? Last name or nickname?" The eagle asked curiously, but a strong voice could be caught underneath, mentally challenging the reason for their gathering.