To The Max || BHP
Rita was overwhelmed. It was a simple statement, a simple state of mind. Simple even though it was not simple at all. Not only was she in a completely new country, she was in a completely new environment. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around it, though she tried as hard as she could. But with school and clubs and her own social life, she found it was getting harder and harder to breathe.
The only thing that helped in those moments, when her mind became too cluttered and her thoughts moved too fast, was her broom. At home, she’d grab her broom and soar into the sky. The wind would whip through her hair and chill her skin. It’d take her breath away and wipe her mind clean. It was a pure release.
It took her only a few minutes of attempting to study before she stomped her way into her room and grabbed her broom before heading down to the Quidditch pitch. She was going to clear her head, push herself to her limits to quiet everything else going on. It didn’t matter who was there, they didn’t matter.
