Post by Olivia Stella Lestrange on Apr 9, 2010 23:21:16 GMT -5
( UP FOR A LITTLE FRIENDLY COMPETITION ? )
The sun was high and bright in the sky on the beautiful afternoon that it was. The blue sky held no clouds to curtain the sun, giving no sufficient shade to the occupants of the Hogwarts Grounds. The heat was not as full as it would be for summer, because spring often swept through a slightly colder feeling before warming up fully. However, on the day that it was, the sun created enough heat to allow people to go out in shorts and a tee. Which, in this case, a petite girl was wearing as she made her way out of the castle. She held a strange ball in her hands, humming a nonchalant tune to herself as she looked around in the bright sun. It was a ball that looked like a football, only with four wedges that separated it from looking like an equal to a football. It was a rugby ball to her and the Muggle community, but to most wizards, they'd think it just a strange bouncy object. Her nanny had taught her the game while she was bored one day. That was the day Olivia truly felt respect for her nanny - when she found out her nanny used to be a known rugby player, who had scored many points and helped win many trophies. It had pleased her that someone who had cared for her like a gran had actually been a hard ass back in the day. Way to be, nanny. She'd taught Olivia the game in the hopes that Olivia would be stronger from the experience of the game, and she played around with other kids who were interested in the sport during her summers home from school. There wasn't that many girls interested, but when there was, that was Olivia's time to really show her true colors and shine for who she was, all the while showing that she could be strong without parents guiding her way.
Olivia's story was a sad, tragic but bold one all of the same. She was born to Rodolphus Lestrange and Lillianna Moore, a pureblood wizard and a Veela, after a one night stand. Olivia had been living with her father until he was sent to Azkaban, because her mother had been sent to a mental asylum for trying to kill Olivia. Once her father was sent off, in came nanny dearest, and she grew up in a manor with nobody to play with but a nanny who cared for her. There was times that she'd cried, wishing for her parents to return home, to be with her, so that she did not have a broken life. Now, there she was, a Seventh Year Head Girl of Slytherin who could read the minds of others, and happened to have inherited the Veela from her mother's side. How quaint. As Olivia walked from the doors of the castle to her destination, she pondered who might come to join her fun at the Sports Field. Yes, she was pureblood, but purebloods could still have fun on a muggle-based field. Now, being a Slytherin on the muggle field looked a bit worse, but Olivia could honestly not give one ounce of a care to the people who would judge her if they saw her there. There was so much judgment from many students at Hogwarts, most often either about her House or her blood status, or else coming from Slytherins about other blood statuses. Honestly, Olivia did not pay much attention to that. She did not favor many of the Order members children, but then again they probably did not give much of a liking to her either, so all was fair and square. The crunching of the grass underneath her running shoes reminded her that spring was finally there at Hogwarts, and now was a great time to be out, before the stresses of exams consumed the mind. Olivia was one to study hard, try to do her best, and whatever she came out with, was good enough for her. After all, who was there to scold her if she got a less than average mark? Her cat? Yeah, that was rich. Well, Olivia tried her best to keep herself in line, and look where that landed her. Head Girl. Now, despite the circulation of the ever so comical joke about her being a head girl (pun intended, however lame it is), the only other disadvantage was that she had to remain inside the rule boundary at all times. For her wandering mind, it was difficult at times, but paid off with the brilliant bath room the Prefects and Head students got.
She was finally reaching past the forest to where the lawns were contained for the Sports Field. Olivia was there, tossing the ball up into the air. She was slightly disappointed at the lack of other students there, because she could really have used a partner, a friend right then. It was lonely, having time off on the last period of the day, having chosen not to take Arithmancy for the seventh year. She would simply toss the ball to herself until someone joined her. The rules of the game were simple. Get the ball to the end (try) zone before the other team can tackle your members with the ball and take it to their end. Simple as that. Only problem - the other team has the ability to tackle and pull the ball away, and some of the team players can be murderous, raging girls with nothing on their mind but shredding the opposing team's members apart. Olivia was a petite girl, so she was more the runner, not so much the tackler. She got through games alright, though. Having magic and potions to heal was exactly the reasons he kept playing for so many years. Tying her long raven black hair into a high ponytail, Olivia's hair still reached a far distance to her upper back. She would hardly ever cut her hair, but she kept it healthy. Right when she tossed the ball in the air again, the glint of sunlight blurred her vision and she closed her eyes, and heard the ball drop and bounce off dejectedly. "Damn sun." She mumbled before looking to get the ball, only to find in a hint of shock that she was no longer alone, someone had joined her.
