Quidditch (Not) Date || Salt
Every time Sol looked at the field she was reminded of that painfully awkward day where she kissed Nate in front of the whole school, got into a fight with Loxley, and ended up running away crying. She hated that she cared so much what other people thought but as it stood she did and it was embarrassing even though she was trying to not let it affect her. She knew that her friends disapproved of her hanging around Nate but she was so determined to prove that she could have fun like anybody else. So determined to prove that she was strong and wouldn’t be broken by Nate. She was so very wrong. Instead of staying as far away as she could she was at the Quidditch game with him. Right by his side half for the heat he provided her chilly bones and half because she just wanted to cuddle, though she would never tell him that. Sol hoped Gryffindor would fail miserably. She hoped Ares did so poorly that he wouldn’t even be able to show his face for the rest of the year the little cheating slime ball.
