Message #10600

[Riley Callaghan]

Riley coughed delicately to hide her smile at the 'stubborn people bench' remark, her anger quickly dissolving into exasperation with herself and lingering guilt. She should not have hit the other girl--it was inexcusable, no matter the underhand things that the other had done to psyche out the new keeper--pah! new keeper? that was laughable, she'd gone into that practice game with all the keeping skills of a beater on PMS. Thank god this girl whose identity Riley could only guess at, was not cringing away in embarrassment. oh wait! No guessing needed, turns out her super spidey gossipy senses were still in tip top shape: she was indeed sitting next to a crazy girl... and thoroughly intrigued by this fact.

"Essie.. thats cute: I get Ry sometimes but it mostly makes me think of bread"

The witchling pulled a face at that. She rolled her eyes a bit and sniffed when Essie accurately guessed at her own identity: noob flyer. joy.

"More like repeat offender; they tried to make me play quidditch at my old school. once. they weren't stupid enough to try and get me to come back"

A glare was shot back at the quidditch pitch, an arena where Riley's normally calm temper could flare at the slightest provocation. It was unseemly, especially for a girl who was trying to cultivate a reputation for herself that was along the lines of sweet, wholesome and hard working. dang.

"Now my turn.. new zealander? aussie? and what made you start the ultra exclusive bench party over here?

The witch asked impulsively, curiosity alive in her lake-colored eyes.