A terrible loss (anyone)

[anderson]

Jasmine continued to lean on her broom as she closed her eyes. The sounds of cheering gathered around her and she almost in tears. Ravenclaw was really getting into the game and she thought they had it all wrapped up. But Cho did not catch the snitch first. Jasmine knew she couldn’t blame Cho for anything but she felt really bad. Why didn’t Ravenclaw win? That was her question. Reopening her eyes she walked out of the pitch with her head down. Tears seemed to roll into the girl’s eyes she as walked slowly in the dirt. She held her new prized Nimbus 2000 in her hands and kicked the dirt hard. Jasmine was angry at the moment and she didn’t know who to turn to. Sitting down on a bench she set down her broom and rested her head on the back of the tree.

The wind continued to come after her making Jasmine shiver. She didn’t care and already felt miserable as can be. Closing her eyes again she put her elbows on her knees and buried her face into her hands. Not caring she just felt like looking into the darkness. How could this really get to her? She didn’t understand anything and shouldn’t take this so seriously. Turning around on the bench she spread out her legs and hugged her knees. Turning her face towards the wall she looked at it. It was as grey as it came and sparkled from the snow. Jasmine felt some what relaxed but felt guilt inside her heart. Why did she take this so seriously? Real it was only a game but this was her first game ever and she did pretty well. Scoring one goal was good for her part. Thinking about the positive she felt some what better but the guilt was still there. Humming to herself lightly she rocked back and forth. This is what Lana would do to her when ever she lost a horse show or her horse was sick. Closing her eyes she thought of her favorite song and sang lightly to herself.

"I sit and wait does an angel contemplate my fate and do they know the places
Where we go when we're grey and old
'cos I've been told that salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead I'm loving angels instead

And through it all he offers me protection a lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong and down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me I know that life won't break me
When I come to call he won't forsake me I'm loving angels instead

When I'm feeling weak and my pain walks down a one way street I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love and as the feeling grows
He breathes flesh to my bones and when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead" She sang lightly to herself.

After a few hours went by she opened her eyes and felt her throat was shore. Rubbing it she got up from the bench and threw her arms into the air. Stretching up into the sky she felt empty inside. Could anyone feel this empty or disappointed? Jasmine knew sometimes she could. Taking her hair down from its pony tail she let is stick to her face. Not really wonting to move it she walked back to the castle kicking dirt as she went. After entering the common room she set her broom aside and sat down on the couch. Laying down she stretched out her legs and turned towards the fire. She had a blank expression on her face and blink a couple times. Jasmine was just waiting for the guilt to finally go away.

[ElinaHill]

Elina hadn't gone to the Quidditch game. Quidditch wasn't necessarily her thing. If given the choice between going to a Quidditch game and reading a nice book in front of a fire with hot chocolate by her side, she would most definitly choose the latter choice. But, when Ravenclaw played in a Quidditch match, she was usually informed by what happened from her littler sister. She had stayed inside the Common Room during the match, reading her book as usual and expected the team to come back in with a party on their minds. As they had last time, but no such thing happened.

Few if none, came into the common room with enthusiasm, and one girl in particular seemed to be extremely depressed. Normally, Elina wasn't one to pry into people's business but, she just had to know and she had to know now; "Excuse me, but, can you tell me the outcome of the Quidditch game? I didn't go to watch it and well, I can't seem to find my sister anywhere." Elina's eyes left the page of her book and locked with the other girl's for moment, before she blinked and looked back down at the floor, where her eyes normally seemed to be.

[anderson]

Jasmine took off her blue cloak and set it aside on the couch. Snuggling more to become conferrable she looked into the fire and watched it dance. It was always soothing for Jasmine to look into the fiery light, and right now she needed too. Sighing she turned towards the far corner of the common room and starred off into space. Her mind started to race with thoughts but she tired to ignore them. Sighing in defect she sat up straight and picked up a near by book. It was a muggle book Lana has sent her. Jasmine needed something to take her mind off and maybe this book was good enough. Lying back down on her back she put the book in front of her on her stomach and started to read. Turning the page wondering what might happen next. The book was so suspense full and all the parts just wonted you to turn the back. Moving her fingers in front of the page she taped it lightly as her eyes read.

The book was called The horse Whisper by Nicholas Evans. One morning while teenage Grace Maclean is riding Pilgrim, her goofy, loveable pony, she has a horrendous glass-shattering, bone-splintering, ligament-lynching meeting with a megaton truck that leaves her and her four-legged friend damaged in mind, body, and spirit. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, her jaded, brilliant, cranky, Annie Graves is working out a wrinkle in her self-absorbed existence when she gets a call at her plush, Manhattan office about Grace's accident. Racked with guilt, Graves makes it her calling to find the mythical horse whisperer...

The fire started to crackle and Jasmine felt at peace. Her soul seemed to be calm and her mind wasn’t on the Quidditch game. A big smile lay on the girls face as she turned the pages with interest. Taking a deep breath as if she was catching she held it. Tears seemed to pour into her hazel eyes and she blinked them away. It was getting so sad but she continued to read. Turning another page she noticed that some one came into the Common room. Placing the book flat down on her stomach she looked at the older girl with a smile on her face. "Not so well but I seem fine. It was quite eventful I must say." Jasmine said shaking her head and moving the strands of hair that was in her face. Taking a deep breath from her stomach she put the book back up to her face and began to read again.