Post by Cassabelle Blackburn on Sept 17, 2016 15:14:23 GMT
Quidditch in general always distracted Cassabelle's thoughts (not that most of them weren't about Quidditch, anyway...), but when the actual season was brought up, her mind always drifted away for a few moments - mostly to daydream. Cass' one goal in life was to win a Cup, any Cup really, and then she was sure she would be on her way to winning another and another and another. She loved the hard work of the sport, every second of it, but more than anything else Cass just wanted to prove herself. Prove herself to be the best that she knew she was. She dreamed of it and whenever she was reminded that her chance was coming up (talk of an upcoming game or, like now for instance, the season at large) those dreams took a moment to blind her to anything else besides the glory she chased; maybe it was just her way of resetting her perspective every once in a while. It took a lot to drag Cass out of these introspective moments - but Ashley certainly managed it, with bravado too.
Did she just say Wayland's pictures looked good? Cass looked back at her friend with her mouth hanging slightly open, trying to wipe anything from her face which may have suggested she was just thinking the same thing. To regain some time and composure, she adopted a look she (reluctantly) adopted from her mother - she raised an eyebrow and a subtle smirk spread across her lips. Whatever was going on below the surface, she wouldn't let her face show it. "Got them hanging on your bedroom wall, do you?" She teased. "They're alright, I suppose. I know prettier boys," she giggled. Clayton. Clayton was by far the handsomest boy she knew and she was absolutely crazy about him. Wayland was conventionally handsome, sure, and the Quidditch player Cass aspired to be (she'd rather Ashley think she had a crush on him than let her know that), but he wasn't her Clay.
But he was here. Oh, gods. Cass nearly jumped out of her chair when suddenly Alec Wayland was pulling a chair up to their table. She looked around at Ashley with an embarrassed grin before turning to face the Puddlemere captain. He had something smug to say, of course, which as always made it a whole lot easier for her not to be awed in his presence. Wayland had every reason to be proud but that didn't mean Cass had to like it. "Doubt it," she said back, after a long sip of coffee. "Sure you won't be too busy posing for pictures up in the air to play the game?" Cass was smiling, lightly. She wasn't near as friendly with Wayland as she was with Ashley, but stick her with any Quidditch player and she was going to get competitive. She couldn't help that she had fun with it.
Did she just say Wayland's pictures looked good? Cass looked back at her friend with her mouth hanging slightly open, trying to wipe anything from her face which may have suggested she was just thinking the same thing. To regain some time and composure, she adopted a look she (reluctantly) adopted from her mother - she raised an eyebrow and a subtle smirk spread across her lips. Whatever was going on below the surface, she wouldn't let her face show it. "Got them hanging on your bedroom wall, do you?" She teased. "They're alright, I suppose. I know prettier boys," she giggled. Clayton. Clayton was by far the handsomest boy she knew and she was absolutely crazy about him. Wayland was conventionally handsome, sure, and the Quidditch player Cass aspired to be (she'd rather Ashley think she had a crush on him than let her know that), but he wasn't her Clay.
But he was here. Oh, gods. Cass nearly jumped out of her chair when suddenly Alec Wayland was pulling a chair up to their table. She looked around at Ashley with an embarrassed grin before turning to face the Puddlemere captain. He had something smug to say, of course, which as always made it a whole lot easier for her not to be awed in his presence. Wayland had every reason to be proud but that didn't mean Cass had to like it. "Doubt it," she said back, after a long sip of coffee. "Sure you won't be too busy posing for pictures up in the air to play the game?" Cass was smiling, lightly. She wasn't near as friendly with Wayland as she was with Ashley, but stick her with any Quidditch player and she was going to get competitive. She couldn't help that she had fun with it.
