avery carmichael wasn't really
looking for the unexpected.
but it was just her luck that the
unexpected launched itself at
her in many variations, one of
them being in the form of
charlie weasley.
distant game
charlie weasley x oc
pre-golden t...
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chapter x risky bets and sullen hearts
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ON QUIDDITCH MATCHDAYS, THE RAVENCLAW COMMON ROOM seemed to be bursting with a euphoric warmth, an enticing laughter and an erratic hooting. Sometimes, Avery is reminded of the times when Jeremiah was the captain of the Ravenclaw and managed to help them win the House Cup for her treasured house. She knew Jeremiah idolised the man he modelled his captaincy methods after (Billy McNeil, Celtic Football Club ex-Captain and current manager, nicknamed 'Cesar' — which just so happens to be Avery's middle name, courtesy of Valerie's admiration for the man.) and that him bringing the Cup into the hyped common room, on the bumbling shoulders of two of his companions, bouncing upon them with the trophy being thrusted ecstatically in the air, was the best feeling for her house to have endured.
And after the older boy's departure four years ago, the Ravenclaw quidditch team seemed to... dip. They'd never gotten lower than third place in the House Rankings, but they wanted better than that. Slytherin may have been the ambitious house, but it didn't stop the determination that surged within the devoted eagles at wanting more house glory. And they hoped that maybe, with Rowan Hamilton on the reins, as of the most remarkable and eager captains to have taken charge of the intelligent team, that Ravenclaw may be granted another chance at glory. They hoped.
It's difficult to pinpoint a time when the celestial, royal blue common room isn't bursting with life on a normal day. So, for the atmosphere to be buzzing and bubbling jovially on the morning of a quidditch match day came as no surprise to the stereotypically intelligent house. Especially when it's against a house who often rivals in terms of intelligence: Slytherin.
A bright, excited smile is on Avery Carmichael's face as she, along with Dominique and Juliet, make their way out towards the quidditch stands, a cool breeze wavering throughout the thrilled faces. It was a chilly day, students burrowed in thick, woolly scarves of colours red and green, yellow and blue, and the gusts of wind were sure to benefit and cool down the many sweat-ridden quidditch players. (The wind would come at the cost of the warmth of the spectators, but what's the problem if it would be worth it in the end? Unless...)
"Where's Hannah?" Avery asks the two next to her, for Hannah Liu had not been present in their venture towards the stadiums, Rowan having been down in the Quidditch changing rooms getting her team ready.
"She's down in the Quidditch rooms with Rowan and Eric," says Dominique with a light grimace, "Apparently she's doing palm readings now and making them out to be all good things for them, and she's ignoring the bad things which is... something. But she said she was gonna try and make them do three hundred jumping jacks each to elevate their minds." The pretty redhead sniggers.
