strangers are friends
Name(s): Undine, HELLA OPEN
Location: Quidditch pitch
Week: 44
Time: Afternoon, after classes
Rating: PG-13 for Undine's potty mouth
Undine let out a short grunt as she swung her club around, feeling a comforting strain on her muscles when it connected with the bludger. The ball soared, zooming across the field before looping back again. Undine had charmed the damn thing to act like a boomerrang, even going as far as to make sure that its course went different routes each time. Playing quidditch was really the only thing she had as an outlet, and while it sure as hell didn't have anything on swinging her swords, it provided her a little release from the frustrations that built up.
Like Professor Jones. Bitch.
Undine swung the club and absently knocked away the bludger again.
Bitch that could probably kick her ass.
Undine scowled, walking across the field and grabbing another Beater's club. It always felt better when she had two in her hands. She transferred it to her other hand for a moment to let loose another bludger. Using the same charm, she hit it out, and she barely had time to switch grips before she was assaulted with bludgers. A feral grin crept up her face as she started slamming them back with a greater intensity.
Now this was more like it!!