Post by claire on Jul 29, 2010 21:11:47 GMT -5
i wanna fell my freedom runnin' through my hair*
THROW MY TROUBLE TO THE WIND AND SCREAM OUT I DON'T CARE ----------
practice had ended a few hours back, and yet clarice belby was once again walking through the tunnel that led out to the pitch from the locker rooms. a little flying out at night with the moon shining bright always seemed to mystify flying for claire. while she loved playing the tough game of quidditch- with her tossing a quaffle around, pushing up against her rivals in order to score a goal- sometimes, however, just flying and feeling the wind rush against her skin was one of the only feelings that could bring a smile to her face after a hard day working out. which would explain why she was walking onto the pitch once more. her muscles would ache tomorrow, just as they always did after she put her all into a quidditch practice, but for now, she wanted to be able to move and feel weightless. she'd snagged a broom from the closet and had the chest of balls follow behind her after placing the levitating spell on them. she wasn't sure if she would use them, but she wanted them out to save her the trouble of having to go and get them later on.
she knew she should have let the balls loose so she could get in some more practice. while clarice was a fairly decent player, she still needed to prefect her game play. besides, claire was sure she wouldn't be playing for much longer. after all she'd have to get a career, and while she would love to play professionally she knew her mother and her father wouldn't exactly approve of that choice. they wanted her to be a socialite or something that would boost the family name. that's what every pureblood family wanted, after all, and while the belby's were proper, they weren't high on any chain. clarice and her brothers would have to change that. which was why her brothers were already ready to find their wives. for clarice, and other pureblood girls, it was only a matter of time before their parents found someone suitable. clarice was trying to avoid the inevitable. she'd seen countless teenage marrigaes end in shambles and if they weren't ended they were full of heartache. clarice was lucky to have made it so long under the radar. she was a girl that liked her freedom- maybe a little too much. the day her freedom was taken away would be the day she'd go out fighting. she'd make a suitable wife, when she was ready. but even the non-romantic claire knew that love couldn't be forced. it needed to happen on its own, and love was something that wasn't felt by everybody in their life times, only the lucky ones found out, clarice wasn't one of them, but she'd heard about it, and for that it gave her hope. hope for love and maybe a better future. maybe being the key word.
as she stepped out on the pitch caution seemed to prick at her conscience. she could get in trouble staying out so late. she'd heard the rumors of werewolves around. she knew it wasn't safe, but being rebellious was a part of her nature, and she wasn't going to not do something she wanted to do because she was told not to do it. telling her she couldn't have something only made her want it more, it was human nature. with a small, devious smile, and a wink to the full moon, clarice mounted her broom and kicked off into the night. the air was brisk on her skin, which forced to zip up her hoodie, which then caused her to thank merlin that she had brought it. her curly locks were let loose down her back. while she knew they'd get in her way in their current position, she couldn't help it, she loved the wind when it swept her up. it was the best feeling in the world. her cheeks were brushed a light pink from the constant prickle of the wind. she'd lapped the pitch until she couldn't remember how many times she'd been around.before slowing down and coming to a stop in the middle of the pitch. she let her eyes wander to the twinkle of the stars and the shiny glimmer of the moon. life couldn't get much better, could it?
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[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]TAGGED: blaze dolohov
STATUS: complete!
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LYRIC CREDIT: miranda lambert - somebody else
WORD COUNT: 725 words