Quidditch was her first taste of magic. She can hardly even remember the day- A Broom, A Crowd- and a determination to someday belong.
It was amazing! Quidditch was her heaven-and she was horrible at was too klutzy to be a keeper, too weak to be a beater, too slow to be a chaser…too much of a nothing to be anything. Until she found it- a seemingly tiny thing that mattered so much. She twirls its delicate feathers between her fingers and she finally belongs.
The quill falls atop a fresh review of the Canons vs Harpies game
