Grace Sanford-Kamiya
Looks Like I'm Back (?)
Sun Jun 1, 2014 12:25

So it wasn’t that Grace expected something different after she was held back for a year. She didn’t even know that that was something RMI did. No one mentioned it happening before, but apparently her grades were so abysmal that, hey, there was a first time for everything. And even after she’d been held back once, there was a threat to do it again. It didn’t happen, thank goodness, but it meant that Grace had to be more careful with grades than ever.

When she received her first failing essay grade for the year, it was enough to make her quit for a while.

The seventeen year old marched her way out of the Aquila common room, figuring she’d just go to Pearl Street. No one really seemed interested in the kind of Quidditch she played, otherwise she would’ve gone to the Pitch. She hadn’t tried before, but it seemed pretty obvious that Street Quidditch would be frowned upon at school. It was a dangerous sport. Lots of contact, plenty of felix felices, and no rules. Plus, she was out of liquid luck anyway, and that was the only way the tiny girl could fly without panicking.

Believe it or not, if you knew there right place and the right people, liquid luck wasn’t that hard to get. The potion wasn’t illegal, per se; it was just a pain in the ass to brew. And if you hit it at the right time, even Pearl Street had the gold in exchange for her Galleons.

Grace found herself frowning at the weather when she left the bookstore and rolled down the sleeves to her black hoodie, glad she’d at least worn something with a bit more coverage in case it rained. Probably should’ve worn more under the jacket than a sport bra, though. Thinking things through wasn’t her strong suit. She remembered the reason she was in a bad mood and grimaced. Stupid essays, stupid school, stupid…stupid.

She was planning on finding the apothecary that sold the abnormal stuff (not the one people usually used for school) when the cadence of a harp stopped the Aquila. She tilted her head towards the melody and grinned.

There was Logan, doing his thing. Grace meandered her way over to her friend and stopped next to the harp, which was still taller than her. She’d finally accepted the fact that she’d never grow taller than 4’10”. She picked up the music book from the top of the stack he gestured to and plopped down next to her best friend. It was kind of cool that they were in the same year now; it meant she got to bug him more.

“Is this a new book?” She asked. The teen legal witch began flipping through the pages and brushed a non-existent strand of hair behind her ears. Her pixie cut was rather new, and she kept changing the colors in her hair. Today’s choice was her normal black with red and silver streaks. What’s the fun of life without a little variety? “I can’t believe you came out here with your harp on such a gross day.”

  • Looks like rainLogan Brophy, Tue May 6 21:27
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    • Looks Like I'm Back (?) — Grace Sanford-Kamiya, Sun Jun 1 12:25
      • Gee, it’s good to be together againLogan, Sun Jun 1 19:11
        Logan had gotten the same impression from everyone at home. Celeste, Lia, Hyana, all nine of the Mattingly brothers, even his parents… the message was unequivocal. You need to take care of Grace.... more
        • Grace flipped through the pages, as though she could read sheet music, like it really fascinated her. She didn’t recognize much, except a few titles here and there. It had to be a book of Celtic... more
          • Best news I’ve had all dayLogan, Tue Jun 3 16:35
            Logan pulled the harp onto its back legs again and started to play Danny Boy , adding occasional ornamentation with his left hand. People liked the song—sometimes they cried, and when people felt all ... more
            • It's the simple things in lifeGrace, Tue Jun 3 20:20
              Grace hummed along with the familiar Danny Boy as Logan played. Her humming was less off key than her actual singing. It was sad, really. If Grace was anywhere close to decent, she and Logan could be ... more
              • Tis a gift to be simpleLogan, Fri Jun 6 19:37
                Logan spent most of his life being steered by women. When it wasn’t Celeste and Lia and Savannah in Boston and New York, it was Charline and Grace at RMI. Almost surprisingly, his mother was the... more
                • Tis a gift to be free?Grace, Sat Jun 7 22:59
                  Grace patiently waited for the answer to her question. Sometimes, due to the sign language thing and the need for a free hand, their conversations had a slowness to them. It didn’t bother her, which... more
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