Theresa Carey

July 11, 2013 7:33 PM
The season was opening with Crotalus versus Teppenpaw – Theresa guessed the school had weighed the options and decided the chances of being able to draw the maximum drama out of Arnold’s last game was good enough – so really, there was no reason for Theresa to attend the first Quidditch match of the year. None at all. Nevertheless, here she was, annoyed at Henry and Lucille for both refusing to cooperate with her and support their Houses and trying not to look nervous as she sat in the stands, reminding herself every moment that, here or not, her brother and her cousin’s fiancée were both Crotali and that she, therefore, had every right to watch the game. Maybe it would have been more proper to find Arnold, who was surely here somewhere whether Fae was or not, and sit with him, but, well, there were a lot of people here. It was easy to miss one short guy.

A little harder to miss his taller brother unless she deliberately tried and ducked behind something for a few minutes, but, well, that happened, too. There were lots of reasons for avoiding Arthur, not least of which was his interest in her CATS. She had explained to him several times that his RATS really were much more important or, failing that, that Arnold’s were, but to no avail, and threatening him hadn’t worked, either; he’d taken that as an excuse, during last Tuesday’s session, to review poisons and curses, trying to get her to describe in great detail exactly what various combinations would do to kill him if she administered them, and then she’d gotten so upset she had finally ended the session by throwing a book at his head.

According to Henry, whose much more necessary tutoring sessions were immediately after hers, he’d found that absolutely hilarious.

Once she was sure Arnold and Arthur were out of the way, she had found a seat, pulled her hat as low as she could, and tried to pretend she was invisible. She wasn’t good at it, not the way Jay and Anthony were – they could stand still and not really be noticed at all; she thought it was mostly just that they had really boring hair colors, but the standing still had something to do with it, too, and she couldn’t keep her foot from jiggling or something when she was nervous like this – but it was, she thought, worth a try.

The game began, and she tried to pick out which red dot she definitely didn’t care about.
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