Jade Owen
August 21, 2013 6:47 AM
Sulking by Jade Owen
It was the morning after the Quidditch game, and Jade still hadn't really said anything much to anyone. She had avoided company, scowling ferociously at any fool who tried to communicate with her in anyway, and had gone to bed early, not even brace enough to face eating dinner in Cascade Hall. After a night's poor sleep, she strode out into the labyrinth, bundled in a duffel coat and scarf against the wintry chill that still clung to the air. She sat down for a bit, then stood a stalked around a bit longer, and continued this pattern for around half an hour.She just couldn't stop thinking about the stupid game. She wanted to blame Aladren, or Amira, or even Arnold, or anyone else, really, but she knew the truth of the matter: she had failed. Worse than that, she had sucked. She fought so hard to play Seeker on that team, and her dedication to practises had been sufficient to encourage one of her personal nemeses to take her on as Assistant Captain, but it hadn't mattered. Yesterday, on that pitch, Arnold had won, and not because of his broom, or his breeding, or even just because he was so damned lucky; he had won because he was better than her.
Jade was miserable. Quidditch was one of the few things she actually liked about school, and suddenly it wasn't fun anymore. They hadn't made it to the championship game, and so the rest of the year felt oddly pointless. There was nothing anyone could say or do to console her, and so she kept her distance from people. It's a shame that one happened upon her at that moment, out in the gardens. Jade opened her mouth to expel a vicious entreaty for them to leave her the hell alone, but words failed her. She closed her mouth again, and settled for scowling, instead, hoping the interloper would get the non-verbal message.
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