You're in my Space

[Owen Beauregard]

Since Owen had made the quidditch team, he thought that he shoul at least make sure that he wasn't going to completely embarrass himself come the first game. Apparently he was good enough to make the team, but that didn't mean some disaster wouldn't strike in the middle of the match, causing him to forget everything he knew. So, obviously, the only thing to do was to practice incessantly. This wasn't actually possible--stupid classes and meals and curfew--but he at least succeeded in getting a little more flying in than he would have otherwise.

Today, though, when Owen reached the pitch, broom slung over his shoulder, it was to find that someone else was already there. Someone he really wouldn't have expected to be there at all. "What are you doing?"

@'Charlotte Beauregard'
@'Imogen MacFusty'

  

[Charlotte Beauregard]

While Lottie couldn’t claim to be a big fan of Quidditch (or even flying, for that matter), she supposed that she could see how other people might enjoy it. She didn’t necessarily think that playing the sport professionally was a worthwhile career, but the games were interesting, and for someone like Owen who thrived on all things fun and entertaining (especially when the game had a wonderful commentator like her older brother, Harvey she was not biased at all, nope), it was also a good diversion. Besides, there were worse things besides Quidditch that her twin brother could have gotten himself into, and so when she had learned he’d been made Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team , she was naturally very proud of him and supported him wholeheartedly in his athletic endeavors -- albeit secretly, of course, because well...he was Owen.

Which was one of the reasons why she’d found herself sitting in the stands that afternoon. She knew that he liked to come to the Quidditch Pitch and practice -- perhaps a bit more often than she thought he should -- and like any good twin sister would, she thought she’d join and cheer him on. Though she kept her presence inconspicuous, not actually wanting him to know that she was there, and her cover-up if anyone asked was that she enjoyed reading in the stands when there was no one around, which wasn’t too far from the truth -- she genuinely liked how quiet the Pitch could be when there was no team practices or matches going on -- but that was her excuse, anyway.

Though perhaps she hadn’t been as secretive as she thought, for she hadn’t even gotten through a chapter of her Charms reading before she was suddenly -- and rudely, she thought with some annoyance -- interrupted by a very familiar voice, and she jumped a little in surprise. “Owen!,” she gasped, pressing a hand to her chest where her heart beat frantically within. “You scared me!”

Words: 326 | Tag: @'Henry Berkwood' | Outfit: School Robes

  

[Owen Beauregard]

"Sorry," Owen said, though he wasn't sure that he sounded like he meant it. Not that he went around trying to scare his sister or anything generally, but he was just confused. He thought it was so strange for her to be out there, and it felt a bit like she was invading his space.

Shifting his broom to the other shoulder, Owen shuffled his feet. "But what are you doing out here?"