where: Magpies' quidditch pitch who: @ofxsorcery
Another hard day of training, drowning her thoughts and every regret with each drop of sweat, each strained muscle. It was either that or drinking all too heavily, sometimes both. Either way, she preferred to do it alone, so when she heard the leaves crunching as someone stepped on them, Athena turned her head abruptly to spot the person coming towards her. “Cressida, what a surprise.” She greeted the other, her eyes still scanning her features trying to figure out why she’d show up. “Is it tickets for the next match or something else, dear?”









