Oct 3, 2020
it had been far too long... far too long. between training camps and proving herself as a worthy quidditch player for the holyhead harpies, days had descended into weeks and she’d forgotten to take a moment to just breathe. plus, she wasn’t the only one that was busy and as she made her way steadily up the hill toward the rather imposing home at its crest, she could see that in scattered materials and random objects in abundance. breathing out, she jogged up the last part of the hill and broke out in a big grin. “it’s a good job i don’t have heavy bags, isn’t it?!” she called out jokingly, spotting the kitchen window to be open. “what kind of reception is this?” @moonscenes