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sweetpinkpixie · 09-15-2026, 01:56 AM

Calliope's arrival to the pitch was, as usual, accompanied by the immediate sweep of dark eyes across the gathered students and tightening of her thick brown ponytail. Not that she was looking for anyone in particular. Obviously. She simply liked to know who was here and who she was up against.

It just so happened that she was also looking for a certain red head.

Something in Calliope's shoulders loosened before she could stop it. There was no denying that she'd been wondering whether this year's tryouts would carry the same particular tension as the last. Only, now she knew exactly what that tension had been and, well, they had thoroughly remedied it. Problem was not that she had not anticipated just exactly how addictive it could be ― almost as intoxicating as flying itself.

Almost.　All things needed to know their place.

Whatever they were now, Calliope wasn't entirely sure she wanted to put a name to it. Maybe that was for the best. Ariel would be graduating at the end of the term, after all, and Calliope had no intention of making things unnecessarily complicated when there was a perfectly good broom, an entire pitch waiting, and a whole term ahead still to occupy her attention.

Something for future Calliope to think about.

Calliope's attention shifted toward the rather conspicuous trunk in the center of the pitch, followed by the baskets suspended overhead and tried not to outwardly groan at yet another professor's theatrics. Ugh, whatever. It was alway something with these Hogwarts professors.

At the sharp blast of Cloggs' whistle, Calliope rolled her shoulders and the instant her feet left the grass, the rest of the world seemed to fall neatly into place. The sixth year rose into the clear blue air, first climbing before tipping into a smooth descent, then banking sharply into a tight turn. She accelerated across the pitch, wind catching at her whisps, sending her ponytail into a frenzy, and pulling the corners of her mouth an ebullient, most satisfied smile before she eased back on the handle and brought herself down into a controlled glide as she rounded the curve of the pitch.

09-15-2026, 01:56 AM	#3 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,560 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	Calliope Barrington \| Slytherin [chaser] (the other menace to post later) astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Calliope's arrival to the pitch was, as usual, accompanied by the immediate sweep of dark eyes across the gathered students and tightening of her thick brown ponytail. Not that she was looking for anyone in particular. Obviously. She simply liked to know who was here and who she was up against. It just so happened that she was also looking for a certain red head. Something in Calliope's shoulders loosened before she could stop it. There was no denying that she'd been wondering whether this year's tryouts would carry the same particular tension as the last. Only, now she knew exactly what that tension had been and, well, they had thoroughly remedied it. Problem was not that she had not anticipated just exactly how addictive it could be ― almost as intoxicating as flying itself. Almost.　All things needed to know their place. Whatever they were now, Calliope wasn't entirely sure she wanted to put a name to it. Maybe that was for the best. Ariel would be graduating at the end of the term, after all, and Calliope had no intention of making things unnecessarily complicated when there was a perfectly good broom, an entire pitch waiting, and a whole term ahead still to occupy her attention. Something for future Calliope to think about. Calliope's attention shifted toward the rather conspicuous trunk in the center of the pitch, followed by the baskets suspended overhead and tried not to outwardly groan at yet another professor's theatrics. Ugh, whatever. It was alway something with these Hogwarts professors. At the sharp blast of Cloggs' whistle, Calliope rolled her shoulders and the instant her feet left the grass, the rest of the world seemed to fall neatly into place. The sixth year rose into the clear blue air, first climbing before tipping into a smooth descent, then banking sharply into a tight turn. She accelerated across the pitch, wind catching at her whisps, sending her ponytail into a frenzy, and pulling the corners of her mouth an ebullient, most satisfied smile before she eased back on the handle and brought herself down into a controlled glide as she rounded the curve of the pitch. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like