riven.redwhisper
Firstie Quidditch Woes
From the journal of Riven Redwhisper. First year Ravenclaw and Seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Entry dated May 23rd, 2027. 11:42PM. Evening after Quidditch match between House Ravenclaw and House Slytherin. Result of match: Ravenclaw forfeiture in protest of referee decisions that snitch catch by Ravenclaw was invalid and that Ravenclaw Seeker be ejected from the match. Final score Ravenclaw: 0 Slytherin: 150
[Everything expressed below solely portrays in character emotional response to the match and does not reflect the player’s IRL feelings about the match.]
*The entry is a scribbled and uneven mess. Some sections are written in bitter, stabby, scratches while others are written in the sad sad, long, light scribble of someone struggling write anything at all*
“IT’S NOT FAIR!! IT’S JUST NOT FAIR!!!
They STOLE it from me! The Snitch was right here in this very hand and they ripped it away. Shoved it in my face. Why!? I did nothing wrong, did I? I played the game just like I’m supposed to, just as I always have but NO! That wasn’t good enough!
*There’s a long sentence that’s been scratched out many times over before she continues*
Suppose the ref’s call doesn’t really matter now does it? Fact of the matter is the Quidditch Cup’s gone, all that work all year gone! We lost to the Lions and it's my fault and now we lost worse than any team’s lost before and that's my fault too!
*the handwriting becomes less angry, more loose*
I want to go home.
I want out of this cold stone cage. I hate it here. I’m no good at anything, not even Quidditch apparently. Everyone hates me now if they didn't already, I just know it. I can’t go back out there! I can’t look at the smug faces of those snakes and I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT face my own house.
I want to go home.
Christmas was so long ago. I want to hear my baby sister’s annoying voice. I want to feel my brother muss up my hair. I want to hug my mum and dad. I can’t stay here any more.
*another scratched out mess*
I’m done. I AM LEAVING!
Tomorrow I’m marching into Green’s office or O’Keefe or whoever and telling them I’m going and never coming back. Going back to muggle school where I belong.
*Early the next morning Riven spent over an hour pacing back and forth in the hallway outside Green’s office but she never went inside. The firstie didn’t go back to her muggle school because her heart, pained though it was, told her she was already right where she belonged*
Firstie Quidditch Woes
From the journal of Riven Redwhisper. First year Ravenclaw and Seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Entry dated May 23rd, 2027. 11:42PM. Evening after Quidditch match between House Ravenclaw and House Slytherin. Result of match: Ravenclaw forfeiture in protest of referee decisions that snitch catch by Ravenclaw was invalid and that Ravenclaw Seeker be ejected from the match. Final score Ravenclaw: 0 Slytherin: 150
[Everything expressed below solely portrays in character emotional response to the match and does not reflect the player’s IRL feelings about the match.]
*The entry is a scribbled and uneven mess. Some sections are written in bitter, stabby, scratches while others are written in the sad sad, long, light scribble of someone struggling write anything at all*
“IT’S NOT FAIR!! IT’S JUST NOT FAIR!!!
They STOLE it from me! The Snitch was right here in this very hand and they ripped it away. Shoved it in my face. Why!? I did nothing wrong, did I? I played the game just like I’m supposed to, just as I always have but NO! That wasn’t good enough!
*There’s a long sentence that’s been scratched out many times over before she continues*
Suppose the ref’s call doesn’t really matter now does it? Fact of the matter is the Quidditch Cup’s gone, all that work all year gone! We lost to the Lions and it's my fault and now we lost worse than any team’s lost before and that's my fault too!
*the handwriting becomes less angry, more loose*
I want to go home.
I want out of this cold stone cage. I hate it here. I’m no good at anything, not even Quidditch apparently. Everyone hates me now if they didn't already, I just know it. I can’t go back out there! I can’t look at the smug faces of those snakes and I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT face my own house.
I want to go home.
Christmas was so long ago. I want to hear my baby sister’s annoying voice. I want to feel my brother muss up my hair. I want to hug my mum and dad. I can’t stay here any more.
*another scratched out mess*
I’m done. I AM LEAVING!
Tomorrow I’m marching into Green’s office or O’Keefe or whoever and telling them I’m going and never coming back. Going back to muggle school where I belong.
*Early the next morning Riven spent over an hour pacing back and forth in the hallway outside Green’s office but she never went inside. The firstie didn’t go back to her muggle school because her heart, pained though it was, told her she was already right where she belonged*