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Jul 7, 2018 18:45:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2018 18:45:12 GMT -7
Deep inhale. Slow and steady exhale. Deep. Slow and steady. This had been Zita’s practice for the last 20 minutes or so and even still the piece of parchment she had lying next to her in the grass still remained empty. This was it, this was where she was going to leave everything. Because after this year she wasn’t going to be able to play quidditch nearly as much as she did now. She would be too busy saving lives and helping people to enjoy the game as thoroughly as she did now. The thought saddened her a bit but she smiled because she really did look forward to being a mediwitch. For now though, she would focus on this year and make this the best year of quidditch Hufflepuff had seen in a while. They were going to win the cup if she had anything to say about it. And after not being able to play last year because of the Triwizard Tournament, she wanted to go out with a bang. Now she just needed to assemble the perfect team and get them to work cohesively as well as plan out new formations and tweak some old ones. She would be holding tryouts in a few days and she was still drawing a blank on any new plays. The expectation that players from last year would try out was apparent but she wondered what new talent they could draw in. Just because they had been on the team last year didn’t guarantee them a spot this year. Was this what the other captains were feeling like now? Edmund? Probably not. Sav? Yeah, probably not. She sighed and rested her arm over her eyes to block out some of the sun, drawing her legs up. She was going to make this a great year. This had to be a good year.
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