enchantressofore4th Year Classes
[ Breakfast was probably going to be the only calm time of the day. Along with receiving some mail from home with the morning post, the food was warm and cooked perfectly. Life was finally calming down too, with her social circle somehow repairing itself, her studies improving vastly across the board over the past couple of months, and her nightmares finally beginning to become less frequent. Even the frequency of people bothering her over the dance or the recent Quidditch match had died down.
Things were never that easy though, and it was rare for her life to not have some kind of problem in it.
It seemed like, almost whenever she had a break from classes and wasn't in the great hall for meals or on the Quidditch Pitch for practice, Adela was nowhere to be found. In some darker and more deserted corners of the school the arguments between her and a 5th year Slytherin boy were getting worse. Why did she hang out with certain parties. Why wasn't he good enough. Why she thought she could just not give him a chance at all. As the weather got warmer, the disputes got worse – bad enough to make Adela start to arrive to her classes late.
It was another such day, where the girl was flushed and panting from trying to reach the class on time only to fail. Her shoulders and arms being sore (and, though no one could see it, bruised) was nothing compared to all the staring she got when she knocked on the door and opened it, clearly humiliated that she was late because of that jerk again. It was her own fault though, letting herself get cornered like that... ]
I'm sorry I'm late.
[ She bowed her head as she stood in the doorway, wishing dearly that she wouldn't have to hear anyone whispering or laughing at her expense over it. She'd probably get a lecture if she was lucky, or more likely detention and loss of house points. The blow to her pride any of it would cause was probably the worst part about it all though. ]
Quidditch Pitch, Practice
[ At last, she was more at ease in the air again. Maybe it really was because of the fact that she wasn't alone, but having heard that the hawk hadn't made a reappearance after that one week helped a lot. It felt like she could actually have fun with practice again, and was more excited at the prospect of playing more games even if their next one might not be for a while.
Whenever there was a rest period during or at the end of practice though, Adela was seated and rubbing one shoulder, then the other. Upper body training was difficult, and she thought she was getting stronger, but it still wasn't enough. Sano seemed to be particularly intent on making sure she didn't overwork her shoulders for some reason, and of course she still practiced with her kicks and leg strength because those were vital to keep up as well.
Well... No one had to know that it wasn't only muscle training bothering her. It'd be better if they didn't. At least practice was done for the day and she could probably sleep well that night. It was only when someone approached that she stopped what she was doing, looking up at them and nodding to greet them. ]
Hey. What's up?
[ That person had to want something from her then, right? ]
[[OoC: Noting that she's still outside on the pitch at this time so anyone can bother her here.]]
Hallways/Grounds, Late Night
[ Well, she didn't go right to bed every night. In fact, now that it was warmer out, Adela was resuming a rather old habit of hers, one that she was rarely caught in.
As quietly as she could she sneaked around the halls, her broom in tow as she watched and listened for any sign of the teachers. It wasn't like she was planning mischief, far from it; usually she only did this on Friday or Saturday nights when the sky was clear, just so that it wouldn't jeopardize her waking late the next morning and missing a class or something. The night was clear though, and it'd been a long time. That, and because it was the dead of night there was no way that damn hawk would be around.
If she could get outside successfully, that would be when she'd take into the air on her broom and fly up to one of the less steep roofs. Once there she'd dismount, holding her broom beside her and laying there to look up at the stars with a peaceful smile on her face. If she had remained in the muggle world she likely would have tried to get into astronomy, she thought to herself. It was always so pretty, and so calming to look at. Like the stars themselves, they made her feel like her problems were a million miles away. It let her think about nicer things, or even just let her think about nothing at all.
Now, the real question; would someone catch her up there, or would she even get that far without interruption? ]