in which a witch named
cora holloway could be
described as many things
but most of all, she was
c h a r m i n g
( HARRY POTTER AND
THE GOBLET OF FIRE -> ??? )
( FRED WEASLEY )
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR/EIGHT FLYING, FIGHTING AND CRYING (ALTERNATE TITLE: CORA VERSUS THE WORLD)
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holy ground | TAYLOR SWIFT "never looking down, and right there where we stood was holy ground"
The first of November hit Cora Holloway like a freaking truck. Her week had been relatively boring, as stress free as Cora's life could get. She and Amelia had been studying (gossiping) at nearly every moment that Amelia was not with George and that Cora wasn't practicing quidditch. Quidditch was exactly what Cora was stressing about, the first game of the season was tomorrow morning, and she wasn't sure the team had it in them.
Cora had been spending over an hour every day honing her skills, individually or with the team. Ever since her and Cassius's chat she was seriously looking into a career as a professional player. She had never been particularly drawn to any profession. Since her childhood her mother had made it clear that her path in life was that of a housewife. However since cutting those family ties more avenues had been opened.
For fleeting moments this school year she had considered different jobs, even going as far as telling teachers she wanted to be a ministry official. But nothing had stuck, every thought being just that, a thought, one that would eventually be lost in the wind.
This one however was different, the second her mind found it, it was one she couldn't shake. Something drew her to quidditch, it was a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time. It felt right.
Cora knew she had a lot of catching up to do. Her competition had been training every second of every day their whole lives. She had barely touched her broom since the end of her fifth year. But Cora was determined to make up for lost time.
"Oi Holloway! You joining us or what?"
The dulcet tones of Graham Montague filled her ears. It was late, the sun having set hours ago. Cora was sat at one of the desks in the Slytherin common room. It was the only one that had a corner to itself. She had claimed it at the beginning of the year, now going so far as to leave some of her books on it around the clock. The other students had enough sense to leave them alone.
Pulled from her trance Cora slammed shut her now overused copy 'Quidditch Through the Ages' and turned to her team, which had taken over the couches in the centre of the common room. It had been a while since she had sat in the designated senior Slytherin hangout spot, honestly probably over a year.
But she strolled over anyway, perching on one of the arms, next to Cassius. It was an old Slytherin tradition, every night before a game, the quidditch team met in the common room. Not to talk strategy, but simply to connect. Even from the very first quidditch season there was an emphasis on having to be a team to work as a team.
Cora had a lot of mixed feelings towards those on the Slytherin team, from quite positive, to as negative as they could get. But she couldn't deny that her forefathers were correct, the only way they could work together is if they could at least have some connection off the field as well.
