No one ever said that forgetting everything would be easy. Sometimes your life pursues you and you can't escape it. Maybe that's precisely the problem trying to forget because the only truth is that we are our memories and each and every one of them...
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Imelda, an energetic and dedicated captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, rises bright and early from her dorm room. The day has finally arrived: the day of the Quidditch tryouts.
With a determined expression, Imelda quickly gathers her training gear to head out to the Quidditch pitch, ready to lead the team and spot potential new members.
With a playful edge in her tone, Imelda throws a pillow at Elisa, jolting her awake.
"Rise and shine, miss future Seeker!" Imelda exclaims, a competitive glint in her eyes. "It's tryout day. Time to showcase your skills!"
Imelda, determined to get Elisa out of bed, swiftly pulls the sheets off her, exposing her to the chilly morning air. Imelda grins, knowing that the cold shock might help wake Elisa up.
"No more hiding under the covers!" Imelda teases, a smirk on her face. "Today's the day to show your true potential. Time to shine, future Seeker!"
"That was uncalled for, but fine, fine, I'm up. For future reference, if you wake me up again, I will not hesitate to be next to you — I'm not exactly a morning person, you know."
Elisa groggily rolls out of bed, still feeling only half awake. She quickly freshens up and puts on some quidditch gear, including a shirt borrowed from Sebastian.
As she prepares for the tryouts, Imelda watches, her impatience evident. She nudges Elisa excitedly.
"Now that's more like it!" Imelda says enthusiastically. "Can't have our future Seeker looking half asleep during tryouts."
It was the day of quidditch tryouts. Elisa is struck by a wave of nerves, her adrenaline pumping. She tries her best to appear outwardly calm and composed, not wanting to let her anxiety show.
Imelda, sensing Elisa's nervousness, gives her a reassuring pat. "Nervous, aren't you?"
As tryout time approaches, Anne and Ominis arrive on the field, ready to offer their presence and support to Elisa. Standing beside her, they shower her with words of encouragement.
"Hey, you've got this," Anne cheers, her voice full of confidence. "You've practiced hard, and we know you'll do great out there."
Ominis, with a reassuring smile, adds, "We believe in you, Elisa. Remember when you've aced practice, and let your skills shine."
Looking annoyed and surprised, Grace approaches Elisa and the others, voicing her disbelief.
"You're trying out for Quidditch?" Grace says, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Since when did you become interested in Quidditch, Elisa?"
Elisa, feeling a mix of determination and annoyance, responds to Grace's question with a firm yet defiant tone.
"Does it matter?" Elisa says, her voice steady. "Whether I've recently been interested in Quidditch or not, I'm here now and trying out."
