Amy Fox
January 14, 2009 12:34 AM
Oh great. by Amy Fox
The year had been hectic, to say the least. While once she had thought her days somewhat boring (dividing her time between one flying lesson a week and two games a month really didn't take away too much of her time), she now found herself scrambling around trying to get all matters at hand. Following her conversation with Wolfe the previous, she had decided that it was in her best interest to go back to the Heliopaths. It was a part of her past that she had truly loved and enjoyed and the years at Sonora had also brought her a sense of...restraint that she might not have had previously. It seemed though that finding balance was an issue that she had not quite been prepared for.Having spent so many years out of the loop, it was not hard to realize that she was out of practice and out of shape. While she had still had a daily routine out on the pitch, it was nothing compared to the action-packed routines she had been used to of previous years. Trying to get back into said routine had taken quite some time and a good share of blood, sweat and tears. All in all, however, it was good to be back with her team. Although there were some new faces, there were also a lot of familiar ones- people that she hadn't quite kept in touch with during her absence. The first few days had been difficult, as the team had kept their distance, but she slowly made her way back into the group and had found the camaraderie that she had so sorely missed. It was true that she may not have gotten on well with most of the staff at Sonora, but there had been a time where she had had friends.
Having just returned from practice not even an hour earlier, Amy was sorting through her papers, trying to get together ideas for her next lesson. It had been a godsend that Professor Fawcett had been there to take over the previous lesson, as she had had to be away for a game in Florida- the team’s first home match. Eyeing the trash can, Amy looked at the most recent articles regarding her return to the game. While some seemed excited to have her back- she had always been a great source of entertainment and had sold a good deal of copies for the press, most seemed upset and surprised that she had been allowed to return. Some spoke of her years at Sonora, while most seemed stuck on the past- detailing her crimes (so to speak) and remarking on everything from her lack of respect for the press, her lack of manners (and morals), and her need to harm everything in sight. Amy rolled her eyes before turning back to her papers.
Concentrating, Amy barely heard the first set of knocks on her door. Making one last note, she stood and made her way to the door, only to hear the person knock again. She breathed in deeply, stamping down her annoyance. People were so impatient sometimes. Swinging open the door, Amy was prepared to lecture the perpetrating student, when she noticed that the individual was unfamiliar. Brow raising momentarily, Amy listened to his greeting. Her mind raced quickly through the past few meetings, only a few of which she had been able to attend, trying to place anything she might have heard about the man. Oh, she thought. Him.
Opening the door all the way, she motioned for him to enter. “Come on in,” she stated, motioning to a seat that was currently covered in Quidditch gear. “You caught me at a good time, I guess. I just got back from practice.”
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