2 Dec 2022, 04:44
Losing My Marbles
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Gobstones hadn’t always been a hobby of hers - in fact, before she came to Hogwarts, Alma didn’t even know how to play. But ever since she walked into a joke shop in Diagon Alley and spotted a set, she decided it would be a good way to pass the extra time when she had it.
So, she bought it and had since been teaching herself to play slowly. Slow games against herself soon turned quick and easy as she got the hang of how to play. Her favorite place to practice was, of course, the courtyard. Filled with an enchanting aura with students always coming and going, it was the perfect place to settle down.
She found herself here once again, clad in a cozy jacket and Hufflepuff scarf due to the cold weather, sitting and carefully dumping out all her stones on the smooth concrete. She had just begun setting up when she felt something rather cold hit the back of her shoulder.
She turned curiously, searching for who could’ve thrown the snowy projectile and her eyes landed on a girl who looked just about her age - long red hair and fair skin, with a constellation of freckles dotting her face. She stood to get a better look, and took notice that this girl was a Hufflepuff aswell.
She walked over slowly, careful to not get hit by any other targeting snowballs and tried to confront the girl. “Um, e-excuse me?” she stammered. “Could you maybe quit throwing those snowballs? I don’t want to be a bother, but, well, I don’t want anyone to get hurt…”
She was never one to tell anyone to stop but these particular snowballs seemed to target others on purpose, and she wouldn’t want anyone to get hit with a flying, snowy projectile if they didn’t want to.──────────────wc - 306
@Pearl Goodall
Just don’t let the good life pass you by ♫♪