Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2013 19:02:55 GMT -8
Lanta pressed her broom downwards, dismounting and taking a few steps to regain her balance as she stood on the pitch. ”ARG!” She threw the quaffle into the ground, really threw it, the dirty seemingly reverberating against the intrusion of the red ball into its surface. ‘Dammit!’ She hadn’t been this angry in ages. She could practically feel it running through every vein in her body like fire. They had lost to Gryffindor in a scrimmage the other day; the first one that they had had in months and it had been a slaughter. Mostly Atlanta’s fault. She had been unfocused and unreactive; as if she was lost in her own little world. That was how people got hurt...and lost. Reaching up, she ran a hand through her disheveled dark hair, trying to get it to lay flat against her skull. Jacen was going to kill her if she didn’t start picking up the pace and soon.Still growling slightly to herself, she walked toward the showers, not bothering to pick up the Quaffle that she had left there. It could wait for the next person to come to practice. Right now, she didn’t have the patience. In the Hufflepuff locker room, she threw her broom into her locker and pulled out a pair of jeans and slipped them on. She didn’t even bother to take off her practice jersey and threw her hair into a pony-tail. She wasn’t in the mood for formalities. Exiting the locker room, she was fully intent on going back to the common room and taking a well-deserved mid-afternoon nap, at least until she spotted the gold-plated roster that was on the hallway wall. Atlanta Vaisey, KEEPER, it read. Sighing slightly, she took a long moment to look at it. People didn’t get to where she was now by slacking off...She leaned back against the other wall, still staring at the roster that bore her name, her mind suddenly a million miles away in Hawaii with her family. Merlin those had been good days for her. Not a worry in the world, the sun beating down on her - not oppressively, just enough to get a good tan - and a wide open ocean stretched out before her. Sometimes, she thought those were the things that she should have been living for. Not the stress of the pitch. Still lost in thought, she felt the faintest beginnings of a smile beginning to creep to her lips.It was then that she heard it and without thinking, Atlanta turned around, fully expecting Jacen to be standing there to scold her. But she would face him with a smile, explain that it would never happen again and then everything would be fine again. Or at least, that’s what she had been planning on until she realized that the person standing behind her was not her Captain. No, the person behind her was someone even more terrifying than that, ”Oh-” Lanta’s breath caught in her throat and for a moment, she could do nothing but stare at Mikael Erixon on the other side of the hallway.