Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 17:59:38 GMT -8
Walking briskly into the Ravenclaw locker room, Bo angrily chucked her goggles into her locker space. Typically, she wasn't one to get completely emotional about, well, anything really. Bo kept her emotions close, easily feigning happiness when she ought to be hysterically crying. She was a master of disguise when it came to how she felt, a talent she had learned from her mother long ago. However, even a master of disguise can have her off days. Bo was no exception to this rule, and oftentimes her emotional cap blew right off whenever the game of Quidditch was involved.
For years, Bo had striven for perfection in life. Perfection in school, perfection with chores, perfection in quidditch. She set such impossibly high standards for herself, it was a wonder the girl hadn't broken into a full meltdown years ago. Today had simply been her boiling point and then some. After three incredibly in depth exams this afternoon, Bo had made her way down to the quidditch pitch for the Ravenclaw team's nightly practice. She sauntered into her practice pads and uniform, took her broomstick and headed for the pitch where she met up with the rest of the team. Practice had been going swimmingly despite the slight drizzle of rain that had fallen upon them. She worked seamlessly with the other chasers, passing the qauffle back and forth, perfecting their plays as instructed by their captain. Then, for whatever reason, Bo's luck seemed to change.
She narrowly avoided smashing into their Keeper on one play, only to fumble with the quaffle and allow it to drop on the next. This was all followed by the chasers getting tangled up while attempting to weave in and out simulating an opposing team in their path. Then, one of their beater's had accidentally put a bit too much tailspin on a bludger and the medium sized mass ran smack into her upper arm. Bo had heard a sickening crunch sound as the thing ricocheted off her arm and into the open air. Thank Merlin she was quick enough to grab hold of her broomstick with her good arm as she awkwardly guided herself back down to the ground. Rather than being upset about the very real possibility of her broken arm, Bo was angry about her performance.
By the time she had entered the locker room, the dull aching in her arm throbbed with every beat of her heart. She could already tell the swelling had set in, and that she would more than likely have to visit the hospital wing for mending. Before she did so, she was damn sure going to have herself a little rant in the privacy of her locker room.
Gingerly, she stripped her arm pads off and tossed her broom and equipment into the open faced locker. Before sitting on the bench facing the lockers, Bo made sure to kick the wooden structure nice and hard. The jostle to her body sending another wave of pain down her injured arm. What she really wanted to do was ball up her fist and slam it into the wall, but then she'd be out two arms and useless to the team and the school. "Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn!" She cursed out loud, oblivious to the fact that her teammates were still out on the pitch and could quite possibly hear her. Not that Bo would have cared at this point. She was soaked to the bone, loose strands of long brown hair clung against her face and neck, and her injured arm hung limp at her side while a nice little puddle of water formed beneath her feet. Bo sat down on the bench and lowered her head, inhaling deeply before releasing her breath. A moment. That was all she really needed.
