This was not cold.

As she pushed her broom faster the sharp winter wind cut at her cheeks, and Jamie was brought back to a much simpler time. Long before her father realized she could fly circles around children twice her age, Jamie had just been a normal little girl. She'd spent her bleak, Canadian winters playing in giant snow drifts, sledding ( Read more... )

( Owl from Dad )

Five o'clock in the morning. The crisp, winter wind licked at Jamie's face as she jogged against it down the cobblestone paths of Painswick University. It was still dark, and nearly every student was tucked away in their bed; perfect jogging time. No one could bother her while she trained ( Read more... )

Buck up, boys.

I don't care how close we are to Holiday.

Winter just means we're one quarter away from Quidditch season.

See you at the gym.

If we don't win this next game, I will kill you all.

The sun is coming up, and I'm still studying.

I'm going to miss my morning run.

... damnit.

The library was as silent and still, just like the thousands of books that sat lifelessly upon it's shelves. Nearly all of students were gone for the night. Even the librarian had a little note on her desk explaining that she was out for a light dinner and would return shortly. The only inhabitants of the dimly lit hall were the shadows that swept ( Read more... )

Really, Painswick?

Really?

I didn't know school dances were still cool.

It was a chilly day and Stonewall, Ontario, but the skies were clear and the wasn't a lick of wind; couldn't ask for better Quidditch conditions. Or at least that's what Jeff Belanger thought. He was sitting in the stands with his wife, Sue, waiting for the Canadian Junior National Quidditch Team's game to start. he'd had to show up a whole hour ( Read more... )

Jamie was tired, and her legs were sore, but she kept running anyway. She'd had a few drinks the night before and had jeopardized her morning workout. These were the things she had to do if she wanted to stay in shape, keep her first string spot, one day make the pro's ( Read more... )