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Feb 26, 2020 15:20:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2020 15:20:58 GMT -7
She had come every year with her mom and always dreamed of the day she’d be there for work. Today was her day. While she was far from the only sports reporter that the prophet had sent to cover the match, she was one of them. And that was good enough for her. Since she started, she had mostly been getting the international assignments and those were fine, except for that time in Russia, but that wasn’t the fault of her career. And she hadn’t let it stop her from traveling and reporting internationally. She was just a little more careful now where she went at night in strange cities. But, she also had a lot less to fear now. She stopped before she walked in and just looked at the stadium. It was massive and it was beautiful. She always loved it. And now, she was walking in for the first time with a press badge. And in her distracted state, she stepped on the heel of the person entering in front of her. Yep. still Rosie. “So sorry.” she insisted quickly. “I've never been good at distracted walking.” she admitted.
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Feb 27, 2020 18:09:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2020 18:09:50 GMT -7
There was no point in spending the entire summer in Dublin. Even though her parents were Muggles, there was still plenty for Oona to see and do, and it became more and more feasible the older she got. While she would have been content to spend any and all of her free time in the Hogwarts library, she couldn’t exactly do that when school wasn’t in session. Cue the Quidditch finals, in which she wouldn’t have had much of an interest if not for the fact that it would be all that everyone would be talking about from that point on until September… and she had never been to a professional Quidditch match before.
Although she approached it as though it were field research, she found the entire prospect exciting. In spite of the concerns over Hag’s Fever, the stands were packed, and her seat was among the cheapest possible. Regardless, she would be able to take everything in—provided that she purchased some Omnioculars, of course.
As she was entering the stadium, the crowds gradually narrowed into queues, and Oona suddenly felt someone step on the back of her heel. She turned, though it hadn’t been enough to slide her foot out of her shoe.
“So sorry,” she heard the young woman say, before it dawned on Oona that the girl had been a Hogwarts student only a few years above her. She didn’t remember her name, but she recognized her face. “I've never been good at distracted walking.”
The same was true for Oona, who had lost count of how many times she had accidentally done the same thing to someone else. “It’s alright,” she nodded, not terribly bothered by it. It could have been much worse, and it wasn’t as though stepping on her heel had hurt for more than a second or two, anyway. Then, as she was prepared to turn back to continue her way in, she noticed the press badge the young woman wore. “Sorry, is this the queue for the press?” she asked, checking quickly that she hadn’t ended up in the wrong place.
rose harriet granger-weasley
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Feb 28, 2020 11:15:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2020 11:15:21 GMT -7
At least the girl who Rosie had accidently stepped on was nice about it. Though, she didn’t assume that most people would be rude to a vampire about it. Rosie often forgot that she was a vampire, but the overcast day of the event, mixed with her long sleeves layers, and the baseball hat she had picked up in America which sported the logo for the Cowboys Football team on it, basically hid her pale complexion anyway. The girl asked if this was the queue for the press and Rosie shook her head, “Oh no, sorry, I was just admiring the stadium. You can go ahead in if you’re waiting.” there weren’t long waits to get in. And while Rosie was sure there was a back door for the press, she didn’t really mind. She’d get where she was going, she had loads of time before the match began.
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Mar 6, 2020 11:59:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2020 11:59:39 GMT -7
“Oh no, sorry,” the young woman behind her similarly apologized. It took Oona a moment to recognize that the hat that she was wearing wasn’t for either of the Quidditch teams playing; it was a Muggle hat for an American football team. She smiled a little and hoped that the young woman didn’t think that she was laughing at her; it was just interesting, though maybe not surprising with as many Americans as there were in the magical world anymore. “I was just admiring the stadium. You can go ahead in if you’re waiting.” “Oh.” Oona stepped back out of the way so that anyone else who wanted to enter the stadium ahead of her could do so without being impeded. She, too, took in the stadium. “It’s… massive,” she commented, not that she had much experience with Quidditch stadiums. That was why she was there. “I’ve only seen the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch before,” and this wasn’t any old school pitch. rose harriet granger-weasley
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Mar 6, 2020 12:54:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2020 12:54:27 GMT -7
The girl stepped back and looked up at the stadium after Rosie had said that she was just taking in the view. She said that it was massive and that she had only seen the Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts before. Rosie smiled before replying “I’ve been here before, several times, but it’s still amazing to see.” she admitted. Over the last year she had gone to more sporting matches than she could count, but coming back here and covering the Quidditch championship was incredible. It was her dream come true, honestly. Well, she really wanted to be covering championship muggle matches, but this was pretty darn close. “I just like to look around and imagine how everyone feels about being here, especially the players. There’s so much excitement…” she probably sounded crazy just musing like that outloud. But there was so much that she loved about events like this, it was hard to keep it in.
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